thirty one

31.3.10

Thirty one days March by..
31 in a couple years..
ago-

Thirty one flavors.
Only one mattered.
If you know-
you know me..

where tiny pink spoons were better than silver.
Pink like bubble gum.

Toothpaste puddles foam at the horizon
where filth and air combine.

The violin darkens the sky and a film begins-

Thirty one.
He is a character, not of that number..
he is a seasoned cowboy..

He is The Dude-
thinner than.. also looking for his
rug ged
woven dwelling..dwindling..
snake eyes.. denims adored..
folds like fish gills..
like somebody I met before.

I want to meet him again.
Re-meet.

Years older..
turquoise rubber bands the matted pony-
for the ride
the voyage
ahead.

Neutral,
yet he does not blend..
armored heart?
perhaps not..

Luminescent to me..

I am rainwater traveling through a tiny pipe..

and the thirty others have evaporated.

One.

I feel like dancing,
momentarily.

I am thirsty.

dRip dRoP

30-01-10

dON't lOOk bAck

Don't look back.

Brothers of wood
grain.
strain in the cavernous world of
wax.

Wood brothers in rain-
warped
ways split-
collided
midnight swimming.
swarming.
steaming like the buzz of
be ings
pressed like
pedal's
full throttle of a delicate
beast.
breast alarmed and
arisen.

Erased.
rippled reflection.
rips.
shadow following
-us all-
like a stare
a scare..

Girls of seven,
poised.
lunch pails.
uniforms.
pony tails.
should be speech of unicorns..

instead-
'racially abusive about driver
who keeps us still for moments.

Their feet don't even touch the ground..
making it all the worse.

... and i can't help but looking back.

Buckets of rain-
buckets of tears.
-------
fear's in the eye.
he said it is a good thing.

Fear the gateway
to the souL.

I ask why
and i continue to wander and
wonder through it all..

Still i look back.

Still i try to figure it all out.

I'm not sure that it is possible
nor
meant to be.

SaTurDay TuRn bAck (15)

_______________
January 9 2006
3am
_______________

Dark. I lay. Dimly writing. Barely
able to see.
See clearly.

Can't define emotion & circumstances.
Impulse.
Grasped by moments & acceptance
I will enter the altered state.

One will be there.

An escape from the confusion-

The iron mind will rest.

Free to live and imagine.
Free to enjoy and love guiltlessly.

All smiles and warm touch
waiting...
for me to seep
through the keyhole..

As one has seeped into me.

Lovely.

I will be freed.

Did and didn't 26-3-10

I layed in glue last night
and couldn't get out of bed..

I heard a song
and couldn't stop the feeling.
I didn't want to.

Seeing young life, passionate love & light about the letter F..
I couldn't stop staring. Smiling.

Stepping up the stairs upon destination
I couldn't stop counting.
Twenty-five this time.

What a good birthday that was..

What a cold feeling this is...
Morning Wind.
Open to interpretation.

reSt

snAp

A man causes a stir.
Missed train.
Doors closed.
TOO early.
Tearless shouts.
Repetitive biting of his hand.
Shouting of his ailments..
his obsession..
like Rainman
where a missed train means more to he than you or I...

I think of him all day...
and now.
He in his tweed jacket..
his trauma..

how me going with him would have been the wrong way
yet the right way in the burrow of my four chambered
beat
box
I board
mine
and regress
through the wires
of spring bloom-
bOOm...
_______________________

Percussion like a snake's hiss
miss
it as your eyes roll back
of the neck tender
with skin of a peach
in the sky
is the limit
less..
boundless
bounce
between my ears.
i am dots.
he is houndstooth.
palms of precision.
perfection-slick-
reflection
like a lake of onyx
a deep stare of a pupil
grand
piano.
stand
band.
snAp.snAp.snAp.snAp.hiSSSSSss

not even close to the
yester.

i imagine my spinal
cord are his keys.
none of which note-
to unlock
the harmony
of walk.