SCARy

when my body gives out
i'm going to read the final pages
written
no where land and a con
thief
coward who lie's
all make the wheel go around
i could find a place in the sky
clouds coming and going
but
it would be scary

BURNED

as the fire has a center

there are few who live there

those who do

are not afraid to be burned

M & Y is fine without a name

we call it a birthday

but it calls itself life

our glance, our touch, mean nothing to it

for it's no different than falling on anything else

a day, a leg, a friend, a sidewalk

it's fine without a name

it exists in this world

making me go blah blah blah

my dress fall to my feet

light and sounding of the morning

October 29, his birth day.

Jazz Horn

doing this because the horn is still

for saying i would do it

and next to you it feels good

so i am doing it

the lady would like me to do it

patty smith would like me to do it

and i know i would in fact

like to do it

still the sounds of a horn

through the afternoon sun

view me through the joy

i experience

HOUSE

guest house
absolutely coast
in a hurray
to be at Centinela for now
that's too slow
too much
change
positions
find
a house

your easy to be around
on the ground in the sunlight
your phone reaches the door
and complex words
require a personality
how watching
watching how we emerge

TIME

like all the sounds
in one ear
y
coming to surrender
her
day
her year
her
hour
minute
her time

Cross Over

leave it all behind

the mind backwards

back bends on a good day

and crosses over frequently

letting me know the eyes of

McCain when he goes into a zone

he was forced to one, two, three, four times

carry the nights and days through the zone

and crossing over

is a railroad with a parting

ways

switch

click

change.

Down Down

don't think i can get past my ego

on and on

to the walk walk yea

please give me the opportunity to

let me get back

in the comfort of your heart voice

thought to be most

sincere make it right

there's no drop to this

love talk

OK

as the sound is too easy
driving with the word
you think everyone is walking
on the same line
by image
by word
by tool
by
love

ONE

no mother or son no daughter & brother

a genuine moment of moving inside

the shape of history now formless and all

around me grew wider taller bigger farther

there was 1

layer after layer

melting the gap between those

things that seperate u from me

again again again back
so no watching with out sweet
thought to insist
fine education and revolution
looking cause you sound
every time again again and back again
so sweat
the sky
i invest.

DRIPPING

we have nothing else for you
words are words words
amazement for people who can't feel
infinity in feeling, thoughts and awareness
people cling to the obvious
following and agreeing
affirmation for existence and good looks
i started writing
not to threaten any group or person with
unlimited change of expression
coming through me
it feeds me constantly
my body has love in every action
every conversation my mouth gets
excited with the skin on my thighs
and the roundness of my breasts
the movement of my back sends
me into spiraling ladders of love
dripping from inside out

Getting Here

cutting into sensation

turning a blade across half my action

going 80 mph with each eye looking

at material next

on my finger, out the window and with

a peach in hand.

contact is minimal and sometimes brief

as a flash, thought can travel with speed

only sometimes new.

i found myself impatient, sounds of trouble

are a driving wave and they are layered

by each run of boredom and confusion.

leave them sitting out and take it

just where it's at.

TAKEN

look behind and between

when i fix the paddle straight

the water rolls with it

at the sun i am looking

sideways

taken by beauty again.

At The End Of The Pole

blinded by an ordinary rule, going down
inside a hallway i endured the silence of
your truth
heading to outdoor dance art
in a memory wearing sharp
retail.

CLOSER

we just know what your saying

hold on let us get all your information

the step across your flesh

how much was that?

woke up feeling right

eyes across my naval, sun coming in early

and feeling nice

hopeful, i think he will win the people

over with caress and care.

Beach Talk

there is no bottom in a glass tube

just as your inspiration is spilling

my hands fumble for the string

what some consider floss others

liken to hemp talk

along with or without the dog

your handsome in a reflection

of how much you don't know

to know what i will wear

is a poetic mystery

Stop Sign

i feel less and less about more and more
the edge is always returning to survival
of the finest tooth, hair comb and carpet
burning spears natural count of humanity
has a soothing stretch
reaching a stop sign, without change
the shape of her hips remained cut
to the edge of his leg
watching a conversation and mouth movement
reach for good-bye, nothing changed

REVOLUTION

ground lifting around my walk
where walls use to stand
at eight o'clock the night looks
more and more like escape from new york
all i really feel is to be at peace
find a love that's fine
at another time
these beautiful cotton colors
come around each part
keeping the temperature just right
sit back to back
where fire controls our skin
and talk falls down with reason.

Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba ba
in the mean time god is hard
until the day
i match up with the bay
pacific ,
watching the fire as we grow
should be feeling good
as you say it play it and work it
plant it...

Simple Attitude

wind came through at the moment

my ear fell asleep

solar name

asked all my friends who you were

i'm just glad you were here.

MUSIC

getty walls listening
color by color kinda
more or less,
penny for your thoughts.
absent soul sitting at breakfast
face to face
field beat.
cars talking about the easy cool
days on the road
how many souls are lost
on speedway.
draw butterfly window shades
of belize over John Mcain
and i'll hear music
in the morning.