Friday, January 8, 2010

Nine

1.
little haiku from the backseat
of Jess Fennells car:


dark clouds over Lawrence
--a dragon
drags the sky

2.
I have no baby
to call me father
and no lover
to call me baby

I am tired (also)
of the winter
wetness;
the plain white
of the American plain

the heavy cold, the snow
here and staying
(for now)

decaying slowly,
the warmth
from my miserable bones

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Eight

I think the Universe
a lady;
because we will never
please her,
because she will have
the last word

indefinitely.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Seven

a letter:

Dear you,

its important for you to know that
your opinion has no force,
but also that your creation
is a force to be reckoned with.

this is why everyone
should become an artist.

thanks for listening

love, me.

Monday, December 14, 2009

Six

Fragments from journal pages:

1.
Today I observed silence
as sound
and was truly blessed

2.
good blonde girl on a bed
sketching her portraits
of angelic faces

3.
Jimi and his wailing machine
screaming the work
of a man on his knees

4.
I felt your eyes heavy on me
while no one was looking--
not even God

5.
old english pew
seats the sum of many
hungry for divine truth

6.
old man cat
dreams his life away
on top my biggest pillow

7.
new wind rushed
over dormant tree limbs,
the birds are heading south

8.
"be a truthteller in a nation of hustlers and word mercenaries."

9.
"why do we kill all those christmas trees just to celebrate one birthday?"
-- charles bukowski


(sorry all these are rather obscure.. but they are what they are.)

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Five: this is how my mind laid it down at about 3 a.m. this morning.

"is
loves
hot spell
a sign
of human heart?

of the heated competition
between
selflessness
and
selfishness?

both
scrambling for power
over our greatest
human divisions

(inner heart
potential mind
and
aspiring soul.)

'love be in control!'

and
do you think it
ironic
that
some beings
are born
and cared for
only
to be slaughtered
in mass numbers
and served
on expensive
plates
to satisfy us,
the prevailing
animal?"

--what the hell,
keep writing..

"and
do you
think it interesting
that we are swallowed
whole by the Holy?

and
that we don't
witness
the ghosts
over head
the ones
we love
and worship,
spitting us
out their mouths
in revolt.

and
what I find
most hilarious
is that its

you and I

them

and everyone else

that believe
this dramatic
mess
we call
'Our Lives'
really means
something

you know?

we hope
maybe

or

maybe
we are all
On The Way
and this
here
is no more
real
than being awake
in numerous dreams

and all,
everything
and anything,

in life
is suffering?

we were after all
born
just to die."

stop,
re-read,
be satisfied

"so I think
it time
we wake
our wisdoms
to the maybes

just think!

then
you and they
may see
what you

(and all)

have seen
already."

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Four

For a moment, icey silver rocks resemble
crude diamonds in the distant gray dusk--
remind me of great mountains, of wind
that howls with a magnificent crisp tone
dragging through ancient narrow valleys
and the rivers there that call them home.
My heart goes out to this paradise

The fact that simplistic beauty
is in the end ignored; a silent
victim of human enterprise,
should create for me a purpose
to justify my footloose behavior.
(I want to see it all, breathe it in)

So, again I think of a road--
a winding path of grace; a religious tool
on my expedition to enlightenment.
Am I willing to be a Man of Faith again?
All will find me out, later on,
as I sleep those divine dreams.

Three: haikus

1.
Simple winter mist
smooth when frozen--
causes problems.

2.
lonely country house
lit by dim lamps
gives me warmth.

3.
snow flakes fall,
each one alone--
this my future?