Monday, November 24, 2008
DOCUMENTATION
almost every voice speaks from a doorway
the corner
on each side is a pathway
leading my ear one way or another
the eye opens
the hallway of the soul
been drawing mine
for everyone to 'see'
josh does something with sound vibration
i'll look out the window and watch
for the bird, cat, squirrel.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Wired For It
the ball lights hanging on her porch
stirred the question in mind
Terah has a smile
hers is one of mine
she can't help follow the laughter
even when it takes her sideways
she and i are wired for it
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Fate
the last time was
2
this time i am hoping for 3
divine complete and in time
before and for future
the number 3
333 Vernon street
take me there
Thursday, November 13, 2008
FEELING
traveling across west los angeles
where everyone slides into and out from
one spot to another
liquid people moving to find
some sense
reaching from the brain
nerves lean towards the one
who makes the right feeling go
in the right place
or wrong one finds the right place
between the shoulders i heard
their cry
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Monday, November 10, 2008
The Flag
i can be the most simple here
drape an American flag over this
paint with red blue and white
sing a favorite tune and look out at
all the people
creating an extension of life
with things that are available
then with things they put together
and how i see it mix it and enjoy
following who and what comes to me
and where and how i go
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Loving Is Right
i need you beside me
hold me and scold me when my dance
is out of step
come through the door open the window
sit on the floor down
friends when loving is right
i feel no end to serving you tea
dressing my hair with flavor
calling you again across skin
of hair behind my hand
and your hand under the faucet
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
PUBLIC VOTE
representative of new wheels and a banana seat
across white lines
the color of yellow appears golden and white is
now the new back of our bone
supports coverage of a new tone
root down the future
wind the sail
sweat of labor will soon feed a table
of those cooking dinner
casting with show
desire to improve
this day waits
for the night
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Toilet Paper
can't find the toilet paper
after sending things, going away from home
breaking my heart and shaking my pocket
down on my knee's, looking at the moon
some faint promise whispers out loud and only two steps behind
the silence,
turning into thought again and again
asking silly human mind, where is the toilet paper?