FUNGIBLE

is each of us owner's of our own dress
when we walk through the street
looking through windows
and meeting a stop sign
can we find the stillness to greet
with sincerity
the beat
today the soul of a women
surfaced through the skin of her face
all the corners were smiling
her spirit was crying
flesh in motion.

AWAY

folding my arms together
turn my lips away from the gentle
rocking of everything beautiful and kind
painfully overcome the creature in my mind

what can the only one
make me feel
hold the way
until i come?

Finally, A Mark

where we started
both not believing it could
begin and end
moving on in one direction
giving
doesn't stop
right away feeling
today i am
half
we are the same thing
in search
to reach.

how much do you need?
how many photos make
a body, a person?
silver clouds are coming
and your silhouette is clear
all and all there's finally something.

NuArt

the end of meaning
drop meaning in two
meaning was created centuries ago
where did that meaning come from
is there meaning in my body
does my heart have meaning
if meaning is changing
then how do i stand
walk forward, leg sideways, feet backwards
if the earth is spinning and the universe
is spinning, meaning is spinning
in which direction
and with whom do i spin
if i place meaning in context
is it true or selective
manipulated or random
is meaning the same for you
or different for me
is contemporary art finding a new equation
for meaning?
i mean to say,
is there any meaning in love anymore?

He Could Be A She

so the sentence goes
talk about work and politics
this friend and the t.v
whose language serves one
instead of all
does conversation serve all
this is part of the new
crystal center in Russia,
how many people decided
to build the tallest architecture in the world
needing its own and personal habitat?
she could be a he for all i am told.

HOPE

10 wild horses escape
open a window and set the parrot
free
only two of your words turn
me on, bring me into focus
those words
line 100 isles with
skeletons and handkerchiefs
falling to the floor
feed
every mouth with grain and fruit
put me to nap on a wood deck
off the coast line
reaching a mile into the pacific ocean.

Circle Of Memory

my spine reaches the earth
swims up stream
coils around love.

climbs stairs
bends to fit between chairs
and rolls across fields of dust,
metal, cement and plastic.

tells me when to believe
and when I am being mislead
knows the time to rest
and how to unravel a story.

my spine leads me to the surface
walks into circles of beautiful beetles
multiplies with joy and is
spinning below the white crust of waves.

a cord or rope lifting buckets
of blood up and down
in and out of time.

I see love in memory
waiting in some quiet place
to circle the planet.

Gold Medal

streets slowly beginning
to catch fire from below,
the temperature climbing.
until we are lifted
from shoulders of leather,
feet in the sky
going on hikes to the moon,
suits swinging on trains
and dolls lining the dresser,
civil society will keep making it up.

violation of the universal law
and spontaneous selfishness
feed the mouth,
that starve the lion.

Boards Of Canada

groove with your favorite skin on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and ona and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on aodn on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on ano and on and on and on and ona n and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and ona don and on and on and on and on and on and oan and on and on and on and on and oan and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on a d and on and oan and on and on and on and ona da da ada dadadadadadldjlfjlghldhgiiehtldhgdkdkghasosnelslgoslsndnbbbbbbbbbdddbnikdndknkfjfncdnjdkdmvndj

SHOWER

first time i heard that sound
the birds became silent
drawings of messy charcoal lines
formed
paintings
on the tile surface
and i stood still
naked
water reaching me
covering me
surrounding me
from
his echo sounding
my will in an
afternoon shower.

From Across The Street

back impressions
curve through the corner of pink
tears fall from elephant dreams
up to now in mud

laughter will open this jar
a door
lead me to the grass
blind fold the
sound of silence

enter
wading inbetween trees
bring her to the stairs
his mind is cluttered with
their cabinets and long hair.

Time Wave

moment to moment has become
hours of loose time in mounds of rapid
sensory construction.
my attention is taken by
those sweet eye's in the days pass
and whose lazy tongue,
allot strings to
my dancing legs.
i'm hanging at the edge
of a cloud with rays of light under my chin.
through many lines and
layers of other's, these lips speak at
the chance for
something lucid.
i wish to not imagine,
the spirit living where bodies cross.
i want to cross the spirit
where the eye's stand.

250 million cars in this country

i love driving my car.
burning and consuming fuel,
rubbing rubber to the cement
and pushing the pedal to the metal.
how do i propose a new way
of transferring this excitement and Independence
to say, sailing, floating, drifting, hanging?
the entire world is industrializing.
economy is still pushing the edge of the universe
with competitive wheels leading a problem
to and from short sightedness.
wheels for the plane, wheels on the skateboard,
wheels under the bus, wheels turning the mind.

HONEY

the very nature of fear
refined and continuous,
dripping with memory,
thick with expectation and loss.
through the night and awakening by an early
morning crow call, my finger print
moves with delay, sensitivity,
slow motion.
and as i was touching those places
he started to intone with strange sounds
and the taste of transcendence wraped
the air, melted our flesh to bone
and we began a new day.

YO MONEY

i used to hold onto it,
with thoughts of money growing roots in my pocket
if i didn't use it.
keeping control of it's circulation,
seemed like, right action.
once i realized that control in any
way, shape or form,
is a resistance to change,
keeping money hostage, is a violent act.
holding it creates unequal distribution of my thoughts
and makes things 'separate' instead of whole.
violence occurs when balance is off.
balance is a constant state to be checked,
moved and adjusted. it is not a permanent
gain.
it is a dance with life, a gesture,
looking in and out simultaneously.

money should move with the wind.
when wind gets trapped inside our body,
we become sick with a cold.
money should serve humanity,
humanity should serve money.
it should not stay in one group, it should not have a name
or should it stick with one country or inside of
one pocket.

Sheep Pass Under

his thoughts
found me in the night
his camera
i heard of an agreement
his touch
i found the universe.

the moon
i found my foot
the fire
i found her beside
the wind
i found some rest.

Desert Time

tan blue white brown pink green yellow
tongue of the fly sticking to the window
foot of the lizard
speed
skin
missing the shade
looking for
a break
in between now and night
oh, waiting for the evening
having a long and meaningful conversation
with the moon
while keeping the morning from coming
too soon.
bare and silky.

The Air Of Simplicity

the afternoon,
chimes outside my bedroom
hanging from the branch of a plum tree.
forget about the plums,
they never appear.
the sound continues to ripple in speed
and volume, breaking the wind in two
and lending my ear a vision of sublimity for day's.
from memory, the presence of chimes have always
lived with me, it's like the dance of my cell,
effortlessly making succession after
succession of fantasy for my breath
to return to.

GIBBERISH

on my mind constantly
out of my body - cosmic
and when i would most like
to enjoy it.

LEARNING

saying the same lines
i wonder if i'm gone
feeling turned on from
the same old pretend

learning myself
away from these thoughts and find
me better for not letting them in

i want to slip behind the door
and touch
and reach below the sea
again learn myself back
find again
the distance i'm willing to go

Today's Pulse

will i complete my
word?
will i find it at evening
or see it in a Jim Jarmush film?
maybe, when my neighbor
returns from work she will
speak it to her dog?
it may cross to the side or
pass in a mirror?

one point
breaks it's form,
becoming two forms.
one word
is sacred,
becoming a journey
to a question i have no answere.

SEPARATION

naturally the divide between
people
occurs
during dinning,
at dinner,
with polite colors,
strange combinations
and too much talk.
i would rather make love
tomorrow morning
with the mackerel
in my mouth, than the man
passing his word
infront of and behind
my heart.

Voice Of The Wind

right there in that moment
there was nothing but love.
the next minute i checked
there was only love.
my body moved with imagination
and my imagination moved
with the coyote keeping watch.
Sophia looked into love
right there in that moment,
my eye's a reflection of her eye's
and her eye's a reflection of the coyote.

Gravid Load

those of my friends
who whimper at stars
and turn to their clock
when I cry,
have not found the size
of this life.
their elbow's are crusty
and they eat with fork's,
reaching for the grace of god
in the touch of silver.
they are still drinking milk
and think my company
an advantage or high score
in the hopes that their
sour and fowl
thoughts,
refreshed.

LOVE

Always on my mind

passing this way and that
across my lips

into my breath, forward to
a friendly walk
across screens of imagined
feelings
heart to heart with technology


more is better.
in time,

I hear the same thing
when you spin one seagull
flying in the sky
and transform one
into thousands
with the click
of your finger,

one technology.

Human Bodyhood

long gone and
far lasting
taste of his body
transfer in
minutes of time
wires of motion
falling asleep
waking up
strange
this new stillness,
tracing your touch
for how long?

Spacious Chance

content to watch
this arm
break a silent and musical
cut
closer
equal to a dance
from the ground
i'm only someone
closer
to the
sun
your free to walk
into too two.