Saturday, June 28, 2014

Baking in my sleeping bag

You're on the other
being abstract, acting

I have a stack of
thoughts in front of me,
unfinished; have poems to
write, poems I
should be writing; instead

I'm writing this; an

alarm goes off, it's mine

saturday morning, you're
laying around somewhere,
Cootie Williams is blowing
Gator Tail; I shut the blinds

and the world outside
goes on and on and about
and out without me,

this poem is running, jazz is
dead, so are all those jazz
men playing, dead, but time doesn't
make sense anyway; it's
just going in circles, stealing
what it can,

which is everything,

we aren't friends; I can't see the

I'm hiding from the sun.

24 (that moment before sleep)

Want space to think
work my eyes in sockets
pick my brain in
your head it goes
tock tock tick roaming
tock pay for sterile
feelings make believe
me understand me fever-
ed night night
night becoming day becoming
sleepless becoming a day
without sleep woke at 6 didn't
ya? awoke at 6 awake,
Aren't you the same?
a little eastern phantom
storyteller no lie
no offense, I walked up
street this morning to bus
hat folded up in hand,
concentrate concentrate
try not to sweat, lasts all day,
what I did when I left, ah--ah--
what I--ah--what I saw say--
no rain but trick myself into thinking--
rain! I can't wait--there's none
space narrows, eyes narrow
nodding on couch--thought I saw
a rrr--gone now--lids down
flashing--oh you know know
I am running out, haven't put it together
turn off/on set to stand-by
gimme a few gimme a few
hours hours sleep dropping need

Friday, June 27, 2014

Short films

watch from two
holes in wall,

they become one; rotate
360°; bleed in and out;
focus unfocused make no

wall turns too, from
behind, from periphery
stabbing out

scene of river bed,
4 bodies, moving
north, south maybe,
gaining elevation,
going upstream,

one of them a boy,
so too, three others,

skipping rocks;

watch from mountain
perch, from holes,
from 9,000 feet above,

skip comets off the
surface of the earth,

listen to the magnetic fields

hummm hummmm hmmmmm

rock skips into space


Thursday, June 26, 2014


I am an imaginary

I say things and
they are heard
but not understood

people nod their
heads "yes" at me,
people shake their
heads "no"

I think I am a crack
in the wall,

a cave on the side of
the mountain of
the world,

I have been replaced
by someone else,
and I do not know them,

I have been very careful
writing this,

I have to make sure they
don't hear me,

If I wake them up,

I am finished.