Tuesday, February 22, 2011
virtual stroll
to reel in the rhythm of rhyme
a click of the mouse has brought you near
and virtually-speaking, I want your time
to feel your pulse quicken tho you've nothing to fear
just a digital stroll down the red carpet of my mind
I'm no stalker, but yeah a hopeful romantic
a wordsmith of sorts, a guy playing with semantics
teasing a syllable in as you crack open your door
the wall slightly down and yes demanding more
building crescendo these fingers pull in the words
to watch your lips recite this, far more than we deserve
so thanks for coming, beautiful, we're both here to serve
but next time, dammit, don't take forever
just a click of your mouse is what it takes
whenever
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Fire wanted, Apply within
there are far too few where you stood in my mind
mostly been real and rarely caught lying
but jeezus it's no mystery why I feel like I'm dying
too little pain in this poem and I know that that's wrong
my words need a passion of any kind and damn it's been long...
we've been an endless pause producing no song
honey we had a slow leak now the air is gone
if you'd shown some fire I'd have burned you a sun
for my poems to transpire I need my Muse to stun
oh hell I'm fine and warm, got food in the fridge
sure I got issues, but not looking for a ledge
it's just, well, like dull scissors we lost our edge
like a couple in stasis not alive but not dead
but I'm no zombie, I'll die if overfed
So...
know that I love you, and know I'm a friend
know that I like you and my help always lend
but I need some fire and hope to hell some heat helps me mend
but best for both, love, you and I must end.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
The Healer
I went to the Healer to salve my soul
to take my rest
to bring me whole
She regaled me with mysteries untold
and sent me to the trees...
I cried to Her what am I to learn?
to grasp? to know? what wisdom discern?
look upon me now with blessed concern!
so She sent me to the seas…
in waterlogged garble I sought Her reason
in tides? in drowning? in changes of season?
no longer contained She sang Wisdom is Legion!
and sent me off to be…
Monday, July 12, 2010
Antimatter
the overwhelming weight of nothingness
where life, friendship, possession, habit or habitat that once was
isn’t or never was
maybe missing from the beginning
or a death at the end
one once loved, or hated, now a ghost
perhaps one you thought was a ghost
now back to haunt
because that's a loss too...
loss is abundant in negative prevalence
an infinite black hole void
everything and nothing at the same time
loss is a choking breath of dust
wheezing asthmatically at the edges of prayer beyond hope
oh, to replace our loss
to bring back order, to balance it out
to turn loss inside out to substance
so that what’s done is undone
and undone done
and so returns loss to full
a loss of loss
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Spasm
to elevate
above this separated state of fate
at any rate I cannot obliterate nor does it help to hate
this distance, repeated instance
So let me illustrate that if I could
that if I could
that if I could
I would see the sign
no, that all is not fine
cuz it does matter to the mind
like a mad prophet losing profit to the wages of sin
a blunt needle going in
mauling through crawling skin
life pulls the pin then stands there reloading
watching you explode then imploding
tattered word remnants splattering this emoting
this steaming bloating brooding ode to lost time
whispered while screaming yet spoken like a rhyme
the rhythm ripping, reaming
do not count me sublime
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Foreign (S)oil
rationalization of
in summation
is damnation of a nation
there is no real foundation for U.S. foreign relations
except to keep the pumps full at the local gas station
in these rhymes I’ll tell you
yeah, try to compel you
that besides oil there’s no reason to shell you
our cause your effect as we stir this your stew
Shiites, Kurds and Sunnis believing only their version is true
death squads act as false gods
create the façade
while they lie and misconstrue
the psalm of Islam explodes a bomb
while civil war tears at the heart of you
between oil derricks
hysteric clerics
there’s neither calm nor virtue
this policy of greed is rude
a people watch their world come unglued
Friday, October 16, 2009
Slam
holy microphone's missives a missile
metered lettersplatter painting the room
incoming rush a vacuum
you inhale a verb
artistic antimatter vortexed as literary cleansing breath
suck it toke it in hold it hold it hold it now
exhaling a perfect approaching syllabic storm
the matter a mushroom cloud of words
lyrics exploding encephalitic minds
storyteller's tale vibrating at 60 cycle hum
tickling in touch of inner ear and cerebral cortex
deep in our stem, pure energy, primordial, starving for it
caressing the same spot as pain, good chocolate & you
proving the mind can cum
we dance, splashing in an electrified word puddle
new creations born again in the art, rhythm and pulse of voice
each line a beat in vocabularied measure
we tango another linguistic line, a samba in semantic choices
and, taking another breath as nitrous fueled as the last
I exhale a font's flame into a mic to keep you listening.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Delight
flames lick themselves
reduced to ash as tears and blood mingle
this mud metamorphs into a miracle
recreates the process
rebirths, resurrects to glory
to rise again
opportunity recycled
and shaking off the residual dust of the old
with widespread wings we are born again
spreading to the tips of plumage
a chance is carried on the winds to the new
Monday, August 11, 2008
Bloodsport
they say the cigarettes, who the hell knows where it begins...
the cells morph from health to not
his war fought, they storm a weakened fortress
onward they press, nano-sized invaders
enemies in the land understand?
they expand
crossing blood borders on a false passport
their bloodsport, like a terrorist they distort
robbing my father on the installment plan
kicking the ass of the world’s most powerful man
Friday, February 1, 2008
signal everywhere
single soul saxophone bounces off the Market's walls
clear up to Westlake Center
a perfect accompaniment
for your haunt of my city
lavender scented smoke wisps below the haze
eyes burn, leak without knowing why
drowning the city in wet salt
which runs into the Sound
creates tidal waves
tips over ferries
then rushes back up Pike towards The Showbox
douching away the dirt
baptizing the crackheads and Market tourists alike
while both I and the city wait for you
Friday, October 13, 2006
Rachel (or, That's Some Pig!)
unwinds in this raptured REM-play
unravels in lucid rest
in somnambulistic slumber my mind dances down Pike St.
stumbling towards Rachel in her porcine patience
always waiting for me under the clock
as Wilbur waited for Charlotte
her welcome to the Market an open door
to a Seattle dream...
Thursday, September 28, 2006
bitch-slap happy
know this, Love
let perception wash over you
be baptized or bitch-slapped in blessed belief
drown in it for the good of all
whatever works
then squeegee your own self
dry
sober
embrace this enlightenment as a gift
blazed upon your blindness like a billion watt bulb
searing simple certainty into your brain, guts and skin
a tattoo of truth
so that you remember
and continue to breathe
lest you drown in your drama
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Imperfect Picture
pierced and painted
stigmata of stigma
etched from the heaven and hells of history
dripping from the electric fat of mind
sizzling onto skin
blood and ink mingles
a visual representation
of cause and effect
achievement, destruction, truths and lies
all the above
drawn design decorating the dichotomies
bled into the colours
blues, greens, lavender & black
in understanding
a thousand pinpricks
that paint the entire picture forever...
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
The Dare
if you dare
I dare you now
to take a look
and accept somehow
that what has been and what is now
is all there is
so yes, allow
unvarnished view
no rose-tint sight
embrace our truths
and too our lies
plain see it all
while we have eyes
that we take our falls
we touch our skies
and so evolve
as we write this book
we take our bows
Sunday, June 11, 2006
Portrait
our strands interweave in a Hello
and there is an instantaneous and mutual understanding
that you and I are absolutely unique
singular unto ourselves
equal but unparalleled
with pasts and presence in the present
with the unspoken somewhere inbetween
all to paint our portraits according to our colours
each in their shades and hues along the spectrum
a lifetime of experience, this is who we are
to be communicated hopefully well to the other
the strands of our web woven in holy interaction
while the truths be told
be they in graytones or violet joy
and through this precious vocalization
and the acceptance thereof in the now
that we may share our truths
as our colours allow
Thursday, June 8, 2006
Walking Home
cobblestone cracks spring rivlets to the Sound
warm wetness washing the piss off Pike Street alley
cleansing in holy preparation for the new day's bums
the sex of saxophone following me up the hill
bouncing off the stone glass scrapers
stalking like the ghost crying to be touched
Seattle cityscape Needle rising
605 foot hard-on standing proudly over the city's crotch
draped in the perpetual gray of our wet womb
I breathe you all in
salt air, wet concrete, Space Needle and saxophone
my olfactory buffet
feasting at the senses like an adrenaline overload
I draw you to my lips like a kiss
Sunday, June 4, 2006
Critical Mass
where this plant pulses power
concentrated to pure, distilled energy
and building towards critical mass
we rock these atoms to the core
inaction impossible; containment unlikely
a hush before the roar...
this is fission in its bursting
with nothing to contain the heat
engulfed in mind-searing g-force
g-spot
where all is violet explosion
rhythmic seismic cosmic orgasmic
wave after exponential wave
which covers this silken world
as we push the limits yet again
Saturday, June 3, 2006
wordplay
my thoughts revealed
I pick up trusty pen
can't hide inside
words like a rushing tide
the stanzas flow again
and this, my friend
to you I send
this wordplay from within...
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Lovely Notes
your lovely notes filling the air
majors and flats reaching this heaven
as if gravity means nothing
with only lung capacity to hold you down
while breathing to my soul
free to reach your perfect pitch
the angels sing with you
the demons cowering in your strength
how can I speak to your need
while keeping my rhythm?
it's all transfer, you see
so sing to heaven, my love
as you rise from earth
Monday, May 22, 2006
just friends
like there is a loss, a void, something missing
as if a friend is a consolation prize
a detraction from the something more that won't be
a subtraction from something else
not understanding that a friend is everything
so that everything else is yet another gift
Saturday, May 20, 2006
Heat Crave
cerebellum hush
as the warmth reaches deep to my lizard brain
smiling in radiant recognition back to the sun
I crave your heat
firing in synaptic pleasure
as we smile towards the new
Monday, May 8, 2006
Donut of Doom
perhaps you are the king of donuts
how long have you been hidden from my lips?
with your custardy gooey innards dripping down my goteed chin?
crusty chocolate glaze coats the roof of my mouth
joyously fat, like my enlargening gut
yet...
you are undunkable
and must be eaten too quickly
even with my tongue licking out your sweet opening
lest you ooze worthlessly onto the plate
yes, a smidge less perfect than a glazed old fashioned
sorry
Friday, May 5, 2006
Let us just say, Damn...
let's wonder
in turn
upon this place of inspection
but blunder
and burn
in case there’s no grace in rejection
asunder,
we yearn
with affection yet take this direction
we thunder
we churn
but it’s natural selection
going under
I learn
taste your confection
no defection or concern of erection
nothing stern
the dissection of this section
this beautiful distraction
no case of inaction
no apprehension nor distension
no alienation nor failing patience
no dissention or hypertension
upon summation no abstraction or correction of the perfection
but you face an equation in place of sedation
with no exaggeration
or protestation
or manipulation
this is was our creation
let us just say, Damn …
Sunday, April 9, 2006
About a pig
maybe twice or a hundred times
damn, I own the first edition, you know?
about this pig, this fabulous pig
and the soft voice he hears in the night
of Charlotte breathing the words that saves his bacon
weaving his salvation with arachnid insight
bringing all into her web, garnering the support of the caring
not all of them vegetarians, I presume
yet they spare him from the roast
isn't that beautiful?
Saturday, April 1, 2006
Multifacet
fractured through saline distorted prisms
bent in unfocused colors on their scale
but peeking through as a rainbow in the distance
this is a jewel of thought
that the bloody shards under foot
can be swept up
feet and mind to heal
and that light still bent in colors
shows the facets of diamond
Saturday, March 11, 2006
re: Reincarnation
is the coming home of a youth
the fear leaving
soul searing whiteness of truth
the lucidity of greaving
in the Spring we're all absolute
life anew, no time for bereaving
Thursday, March 2, 2006
Swell
with the exception of strings
you are my guitar
visualize this with me
all curves
rise to rush upward to the first dip
like a wooden skin rollercoaster
an E ticket ride
rise and fall of your sweet soundrushing up to meet me
this is mine
rising up in crescendo, sings to me
amplifies in surging waves
as it hurricanes in fullness to a crescendo, or two
and corresponds to applied magic of the musician
and when reaching this beautiful crown
insatiable it begs to begin again in a new octave
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Connection
stronger than mere gossimer
maybe not quite as shiny
but touching my soul nonetheless
there are those who espouse universal interconnectedness
don't know if I buy that
but I feel your thread
vibrating this web so that I sense your presence
and rush to meet you halfway
all eight arms of my arachnid life waving welcome
like Charlotte in her love for Wilbur
with her sweet, soft voice of comfort
I listen to yours
your presence is welcome to me
and I'll try not to shatter this thread
but to strengthen it in beautiful connection
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
More fun with Haiku
the best music in the world
tune ninety point three
must keep listening
do not want to miss a thing
eclectic music
man, what a station!
more music that truly matters
thank God for archives
Stevie Zoom at night
some seriously spacy shit
I love you brother!
Monday, February 20, 2006
...
yet ripening before me
fruit for the feeding
each seed a muse, an awakening, an expansion
spreading rhizome-like in verdant connectivity
binding you to me
as we unpeel to expose the core of this experience or that
each uncovering showing more of what is real
and reasonable
I taste each segment, hoping for the sweetest
the healthiest
I see this fruit for what it is, you see too
and am willing to open myself to it
to test the potential for poison or purpose
and by the knowing; by the very reaching for it
experience its very nature
I'll know, believe me
though I could write a poem about what I don't
or don't want to
but I reach for the possibility of this
that in the very reaching; in the consuming thereof
all is blessed...
Sunday, February 5, 2006
Song of David
within lies a cross, a plus, or two intersecting lines
or a bull’s-eye
somehow I am in your range, your sights and scope
staring right down your barrel
how many times you've pulled the trigger
yet within these crosshairs, better yet crossroads
I've felt your saline tears splitting fractals to light my way
I've felt your tugging at my sleeve much kinder than my old doorman
a different beckoning
and it makes me want to turn to you
comforted by arms wide in precious relief
and feel your kindest smile upon me
your whisper upon me in grace
as I cry in my wilderness, this man's voice
this song of David
every time I've turned away
you've never turned around
I am in those crosshairs, crossroads, cross of changes
and in these changes I reach for you, my Mentor
in you I seek my solace, my salve, my salvation
and bury myself in you
so that when I emerge anew
I will have touched glory
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Vanessa
moments from years
over the course of a lifetime
that we've connected
a woman-in-training
I’ll see your shining face
looking forward in genetic reflection
and hopefully smiling
I wrote about you in Cut
but don’t really think of you like that
I’d rather see your gracethough we can talk about it all
it’s about time, my tribe
but in the meanwhile the fridge is packed
and the ink’s on Broadway
waiting for skin
or pierced
because there’s blood Here
and I'm glad you're home amongst the loved
I hope you experience it
because there's a ferry to catch
world-famous bisquits and gravy
and good people who want to meet you
to see the art in you
from me?
gratefully more days in a lifetime
thank you for your shining face
and thank the All for your intelligence and wit
looking forward in genetic reflection
I'm smiling
and internally dancing like a fool
because you’re mine
Thursday, November 17, 2005
I didn't know...
that we love
what we can't have
what we can't know
what's just out of reach
despite our best intentions
we are sucked in even though
as if looking for the trap to jump into
so that when we've held it in the palms of our hands
and even laid it down as a sacrifice
to be carved into God knows what
we yet crave more
and the farther away
the more elusive
the more we love
isn't that strange?
that discontentment with the joy we have
or had
or could have had
that somehow it is flawed
and just not good enough
the beauty right before our eyes
turns as to dust by our neglect
and only when it blows away
do we chase it like fools
Rose
to stop awhile, come smell a rose
beside the stream where she still goes
a bud, a vine, a rosepatch grows
I stopped and sat amongst the vine
breathed in pleasure's sweetened wine
a sumptious meal for all to dine
I thought to take, but it wasn't mine
To spend day bent over flower
filled with fragrance felt within
vines cling about with bursts of power
new petals emerge, a life begins
A rose is more than flower and vine
stamen, petal or dewdrop still
a heady essence of colour divine
a creation of life, it's terms fulfilled
The King
There before bewildered eyes was him, behold, The King
Mutton chops and poofydoo top he locked his legs to sing
white jumpsuit dazzling sequins, I reached for him to touch
the crowd went in hysterics when he Thanked you very much
I said "Elvis, where'd you come from? I thought that you were gone!"
But here you are like a Vegas star just bursting into song!
He said "Alan baby it's been like gravy to be off with far-off friends"
It wasn't a crock the King of Rock had been with aliens...
Now I know that some think they've seen him at the local Tastee Freez
he serves em cones and nachos as he pushes money keys
but here's The King before me and it's him, Oh God, it's him!
I think I need a sedative cuz I've edged over the rim...
So if an Elvis sighting comes and you doubt the tabloid press
I tell you man say what you can but disregard the rest
cuz he's the guy who touched the sky while posing as a junkie
and the voice that sings might just be The King
or a slurpee selling flunky.
Thursday, November 10, 2005
The Holy
Why’d they refuse you entry?
Cat, they just don’t understand
you’re my brother, but hell they let me in
Salaam, my brother Yusef
I have always loved you
even when you went away
but Shine, Shine, Shine…
we just don’t respect your pilgrimage
your holy trip
it’s always set you apart
you’ve always had second sight
and I’ve loved you for it
been in love with you
since forever
before you went to
before you had tea with your tillerman
before you teased the firecat
before you offered Buddha his chocolate
and now especially since
I’ve drunk your wine, my brother
I love you so much
you bring me to God, to your Allah
Shine, Shine, Shine
Friday, November 4, 2005
Cut
what does that feel like, to open yourself like that?
is it cathartic?
to feel something?
anything at all?
because you’re so full of pain?
that there is no room for more?
that it will come out somehow?
to release your demons?
or release your soul?
why is it that I act out?
and you act in?
won’t you stop, my baby?
I’ll buy you all the pizzas you want
I’ll do anything for you
a n y t h i n g
to stop your flow
before it drowns you
Monday, October 24, 2005
Friday, October 21, 2005
Thursday, October 20, 2005
Evolve
Can I touch you from the inside
where the lizard brain meets live synapse
firing forward in perfect order of understanding
and makes sense within a nanosecond
each spark a conduit of connection
a recognition
a light bulb moment
to reach back to me
where the enlightenment evolves
and intuition proves itself
and the all is the one
a perfect melding
dialed in to the clearest frequency
bluetooth for the soul
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
More crappy Haiku
But why should I begin now?
Is it five o'clock?
____
Working is such hell
Oh where is my trust fund check?
Must go shopping now.
____
Can I cook you food?
Maybe stuffed pork ternderloin
With apples and rum.
_____
Wait no nix the pork
Don't you crave chicken pot pie?
You can make the crust!
_____
MMMM, chicken pot pie
with buttery crispy crust
maybe no carrots...
_____
I can Haiku all day
can I get paid to do this?
that would be awesome...
_____
This is getting bad
Hmmm, Haiku Anonymous?
Hi, my name is Al...
Tuesday, September 6, 2005
A treatise on Purple
I believe the deepest colour
vibrant vibe flows
to my mind's eye, my very cortex
resting there alive, powerful, gentle
radiating within and without
a dichotomy of cool heat
puzzling paradox of purple
this mystery of tint
in any depth of shade
any Pantone choice
it's All good, All gorgeous
this melding of Blues and Reds
and its effect upon me and maybe you
moves me to words
but transcends any
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
A word,,,
Love,
Life as Art
Perfect Meditation II
writing for me is all content
a perfect meditation
it’s better than…
it’s better than sedation
cuz when putting mind to words
the feelings flow so true
they speak of strange and precious things
I want to say to you
but it’s better yet that when I write
my heart out while it pours
that when the pen it does take flight
I’ve opened up your doors.
Strings
strumming harmonic happiness
the strings all dance for me
playing to the angels round us music they can see
octaves range in pitch of what my fingers feel
in the space of sequential collusion strings spell what is real
in my arms the probed seduction takes off at a chord
we’ll say quite all we need to now without the spoken word
you’re a part of my existence in your perfect woman’s form
I’ve noticed no rejection from your polished wooden warmth
when all about is hatred bickering and strife
I hold you in my loving arms since 8 you’ve been my lfe
a crystal clear perception of what I can portray
your love is like a vacuum taking me away
The Electrician
sparking through thin insulation consolation
your voltage electrifies my coils
I am the transformer
reformer conformer
reverting converting averting into useful energy
synergy
intimate knowledge of your conduit
shrieking power
I am the electrician
wiring firing inspiring
your system
We are the powerplant
providing subsiding residing beside
the harnessed energy
synergy
We are the fused
appliance alliance
needing both
to never be
shorted
Tattoo
I want a tattoo
a man climbing an impregnable mountain
or mind-blown freaking into the nothingness
Edvard Munch’s Scream
I want a tattoo
your name carved upon my flesh
my blood sacrifice
but what when it’s obsolete?
an engraved reminder of artistry gone awry
yeah I want a tattoo
a man scarred ripped asunder
sown back together
better than before
didn’t he die at the end?
Tattoo me pierced as you please
a smile etched upon redeemed flesh
smoking reds and violet explosions
of a chance grabbed clung to heart
a phoenix resurrected from a handmade grave
to rise and smile upon the vision
of a lifebird who flies again
Jet City Town
in a purple tint burnt fire
of a window seen sunset
shared by two inspired
just before met
something holds the colours
in the evercrimson sky
tint of two hearts beating
sienna as the day’s-end prize
lovers awestruck serene
sucked deep by infinite power
more real than any dream
the blossom of any flower
this we took in mind’s remberance
this picture inside me now
an hour of peaceful assemblance
paint my jet city town
Queen's Alchemy
venus eyes saline pearls
your perfect salt
I lick it off
tongue tip tracing
silhouette lovers grace
salt to sugar
acid to gold
queen’s alchemy
lovers atomist embrace
fertile sun tongued arena
tracing the pleasure of your sigh
stone melts to liquid sand
glacier to river
queen’s alchemy
Flux
sometimes a state of tremble -indecision- no peace resembled
can stand between the goals of your desire
at times a fate dissembled –bad religion- faithless assemble
can grant your dream a hole devoid of fire
can you persevere with patience creeping slowly towards the station?
is it possible to wait for what is whole?
to blind revere the latent creeping steadily with singular patience
you’ll scramble with a purpose to your role
like a runner’s rush you’ll follow –adrenaline rising- hard to swallow
the power of a well-chosen stride
like a mourner’s hush it’s sorrow –toward the end- victory’s hollow
a passion consumed by our pride
so slug-like oozing forward like a soldier towards the tower
we strive towards paper engraved by the dead
and when at last we see we have enough to be thought free
it’s a stifled shell-shocked silence mind your head