Rachel (or, That's Some Pig!)

genesis of a Seattle dream

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...

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

Imperfect Picture

carve a new tattoo

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...

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

because we dared to look...

Portrait

as we reach across this web

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

Walking Home

love the fluid concrete city

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

Critical Mass

gathering our whirlwind within

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

wordplay

unsealed, unpeeled

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...

Lovely Notes

I speak to the rise of your crescendo

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

just friends

she speaks of 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

Heat Crave

city clouds open to seratonin rush

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

Donut of Doom

Oh Bismarck...

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

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 …

About a pig

I read a book once

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?

Multifacet

there is light

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

re: Reincarnation

in the voice of God, I imagine believing

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

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 sound

rushing 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

pinnacle of perfection

and when reaching this beautiful crown

insatiable it begs to begin again in a new octave

Connection

I can feel your thread

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

More fun with Haiku

KEXP rocks
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!

...

I feel the possibility of you

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...

Song of David

imagine a circle, if you will

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