little boy

off

where pain shifts like the ping
of engine

the sound of
                  a thousand cats puking

I

perched on a tree branch
outside your mind

      a mountain top
is flat

if you sleep upon it

think about it

the sky is a blanket of dewdrops
that are vast stars
                               of the void

and you are cold in your sleep
so I cover you with my dreams

wondering

what will you look like in
20 years        I can't even imagine
what you will look like   tomorrow

when I am an afterthought of time

when I peer down from the
blank clouds
that are the deep black
ground

eyes

ivy white and homeless

trying to catch a glimpse
of your mind

no matter how often
we disappear

forever

my little boy

A song about murder

when I first listened to it it was mostly for the melody and the sound of
the voice gravel like and strained and the words bounced kinda bounced
off and I didn't pay attention just to the melody of it and the sound
of it all mixed up and the meaning didn't well it somtimes picked at my
ear but I would lose the thread as the song lost its push and it ended and
I would start it again back at the beginning forgetful with the words
bounced back to the start and starting again it would just go on with the voice
and gravel like I'd forget to pick into the song for its meaning the words
even while after several times I sang the chorus along in my head but that
only brought the words to life with now the lines in my head but the meaning
still bouncing off or washing off and slipping under my feet enjoying the melody
the beauty of the song as it like crested the waves up and down up and down
as it slowed and came to a finish I would remind myself just once more I'll
listen listen to it before I pour over the lyrics to get at what the trees how or what
washed to the river in the night what was that gravel like voice moaning for

Train Talk Blues I

I

Man waiting on blue bus
--what's that on your phone

II

five of us waiting

stand-by,

who makes it?

III

If your bag's unattended!

Check that ID!

III.1

Check the time,

bet hours moving quicker now,

it'll be 12 before sun up,

IV

Orange vest,

baggage checks,

20 bucks extra for two.

An accidental vegetable pome

cucumber lady
this is the veggie aisle
you've no cart
you look lost

cucumber lady
casting empty faces while
carrying your prize
what're you searching for?

cucumber lady,
Your husband has the vinegar
somewhere

I swear
we'll find it

cucumber lady
don't be afraid

they'll be more of us
in the future
cucumber lady

Waterfront-SEU

Everything's tinted
grey-blu melted sky,
singing Amazing Grace
under my breath for all
lost creatures;
Thin wind breaker & matching
hat trying to decide at
trash can Kleenex,
dog shit in plastic bag
above the rim,
*siren* *siren* whirls,
along the Potomac
river smell & southwest wharf;
no coffee at the Cantina Marina, old;
Open for Nat's games &
setting sun would be beautiful
1 pm in afternoon
gently down the stream,
song is haunting when I think now,
as a child innocent
confident in infinite years,
Life is but a dream,
wrinkling--
Cloudy & lonely rock,
it scares me to sing
paranoid & aging
when I was a little boy
would I die? Laughing into night forevers
& wizard immortality
with the sea like uncaring
beyond the river flows
and I hum,
god black crow on
light transparent orb welcome entrance
black steel tree,
there's wires within,
beating red blood--
I see world vision out my eye
like devilish spiral top
blinking place to place,
so I sense sometime
I left my realities behind
drowning
in greys--
the river murmurs
merrily, merrily 

I left a note for you

In a forgetful note,
we're all left swarming,
amnesiac and plagued with
some sense of longing,
disconnected from somewhere
close, and torn off the bone,
like we used to say,
like it used to be when we
would sit around until deep into the night
and you would suddenly turn to me
and make some profound remark
I'd never remember, like
"we are drowning our ambitions together."