Wednesday, March 30, 2011

A cracking up of sorts

A leaning back
A pulling in of air
A wild push of everything inside out through the mouth
A stream of past brought to present in trajectory
like hanging dust passing through the light of a window
and just as warm
floating to settle
dissipate gently
and let go

then eyes open in bed
and feeling the body again
the heart in tact
the gut in ease and in place
and the knot of the the soul


Thursday, March 24, 2011

Monday, March 21, 2011

heart to head to gut to hand

when the clouds clear
and the angry molecules temper
when the walls no longer
have anything to preserve
and raw nerves mend to
raw emotion

goddamned it might be too awkward
for this world
but wide-open
is alive and well

and it's absurdity is beautiful

Sunday, March 20, 2011

is it the tracks or the train?

Saturday, March 19, 2011

seeds of change
seas of change
time again
in bounty
but not to be taken
for granted

again in warmth and breadth
thinking too much
thinking too little

either gets you in the end

Thursday, March 17, 2011

The Sometimes I Take Myself Too Seriously, Naturally But Not So Ironiclly Have The Distance To Notice It, But Still Do It Club
sent up and set down.
gotta tell these guts to stop wandering around.

they call it 'the way of the squirrel'
but i swear there is method in there

"waddaya doing in there? storing nuts?!" - Fred

Sunday, March 13, 2011

atonally holding

on the path of signals
the frequencies change
but are in harmony

Friday, March 11, 2011

The sift and the sort
sand falling between the fingered lines
leaving a few crystalline grains
the seeds to plant
the energy to believe
and just enough reflectance of the warming sun
Keep your hand open
but don't cough
and the growth will come with the breeze

Thursday, March 10, 2011

some waking
some sleeping
some in between

Monday, March 7, 2011

Night in the desert dreaming and waking
Moonless and bonfired.
Tea slid.
The sand blows a layer of skin away
And the smoke blesses it's newness
Carrying away the doubts and devastations of past routines.
Fresh faced
The open sky reminds you
That there is space and there is time
And that is now.

Now you drive back into town
Blowing dust trails.
As you descend from the Desert Moon.
Waking as you go.

Thursday, March 3, 2011


Woke up feeling like I was made of liquid chrome
bouncing warm amber highlights from the rising sun

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

lets walk

From one dream scape to the next awake
the long leg stride
that keeps each side
to a foot tied
with roots to feed the spaces that we make