11/9/09 (from the poetry realm)

sometimes just

dropped

we are nothing until

we make something of it

idle

here

there

the mind sequencing me

begging something new

need more…

experience

art

art

art

bring me words

bring me answer

bring me lips

ah

the romantic in this

we’re watching one another

I’ve cast my net wide

because someone has a better approach

they have to

absorb me

take me to your leader

lead me off into

the dark/light

everything the inverse when taken from another view

close the curtains

we’re not dead

yet

inside

of this body

mindless

spirit well-wishing

a fog of… nothing worse than—apathy

there is no real justice

in the garden

sometimes stoned

into a suggestion for something more

significant

news worthy

trust filled

politics in graffiti

politics in

consumption

and we’re all afraid of…

the vulnerable

exposed state

the essence of us evidence of—our unguarded

heel

my assault on you abandoned

for love

for prospect of

for me

something better than

more in tune with

more respectful of

me

the way i

roll

the energy I generate

my ability to pontificate

I can explain my scars

explain yours

we haven’t pulled the wishbone

but you’re next

you have to be

someone needs to

appreciate

that there has been no

depreciation

no loss of

no structuring of

no conforming nonsense

sometimes lonely

for what’s next

the 3am conversation

again and again and again

but this time it never ends

and our lust is contained and

evolving

and edifying

what we don’t let go of

shackles

ensnares

draws in

beware of our

limitations to see light

our interest in

pain

the search for a source

the snuffing of our flame

the easy chill of aging and

falling into line

I have no Mini Van dream

no supermarket hey I know you

bonding ritual

breath in new

breath out you

the cut of criticism

making us stoic

lost

immovable

frozen image no self

no esteem

no passion

sometimes deliberate

debilitation leaves you wiser

sometimes it just leaves you in a fucking ditch

looking for providence?

look no further

no really

just stop looking

whisper something witty as you run your tongue

across

lost in our own void

any void to sort

self

sort desire

sort ambition

sort of….

how can I close you?

you are a wedge

but I could set fire to the whole thing

what of ash?

sometimes we just say fuck it I’m done

with it. you. religion. science. purpose. dinner. this. us. future.

but then love. then music. then beauty-earth-color. then community.

then peace.

sometimes I learn.