Lost
i was really lost in the woods and you couldn't find me
and i really wanted to leave
i was really cold and shaking behind an oak tree
and i really wanted you to see
and i always needed more attention
and you could never give it to me
i bought a horse from the armory surplus
and i took it on a long ride
i was lost on a mountain side and i really felt bad inside
and i wanted you to find me
but i was too far from your feet
and i wanted to hold your hand
cause that made me feel more like a man
and i was lost and almost underwater and scared inside
and i was shaking and cold as an ice-cube inside
and you really warmed up my soul
and you made me feel good to go
like a pot of soup warm inside
or an electrically heated hide
Letter To My Dad
December 19, 2009 1:14 pm
hey padre
what goin on
its a cold cold day
oh so gray
i turned into a hermit
but i dont care i gots soul
Wooden Brother
wooden hands on wooden arms
wires holding it all together
the jeep door opens and he gets in
ramshackle rolling cart
bumps and bounces around the mountain side
hummmm and clank of the engine and the rounded off gears
a cool wind whisps around the open windows
his metal hinged jaw opens and squeeks
he
tells me to keep my hands inside the vehicle
my wooden brother with a steel heart
Black Boots
black boots running - 10 men in a group - 2 with sunglasses - i don't have to have to reveal my secrets - lost man in the wrong time - i need a comfortable shirt on my back - the lady fingers hold the wine glass - the hairy man curses you - the ghetto boss makes comments under his fermented breath - sometimes you can be so happy and be so sad - sometimes you can have it all and have no cards to show - a press conference in a hospital gown - a rainy day - a lot of questions - light is always next to the darkness - i want a big space - wooden boards or a high altitude retreat - i take my boots off
Powder in a Jar
I walked for an hour and finally could hear Smith Falls. I carefully scrambled down the boulders until I got to the stream's edge. A cool mist covered me from head to toe. It would have felt good on a sunnier day. I unpacked my tools on a flat rock and started to watch. I mixed the powder from one jar into the other and shook. I took the mixture and poured a little bit into my hands. I then cupped my two hands together and blew onto the water. I sat back and waited. I watched the ripples for a minute or two and then I saw my first glimpse. I do not know how deep that pool at the base of Smith Falls is but it must be fifty feet. She rose from the green bottle glass bottom. I saw her face and then she swam away into the darkness. She moved smoothly and quickly like one of those Chinese dragons in a parade. Silent and beautiful... a pale woman that was half fish.
Bottles and Tubes
i had a list a mile long
things i should do
should have done
things to come
she took all her things and left
will she come back
she even took the little bottles and tubes
the bags and the bundle
so i clean up
and tuck and trim
i don't ask her if she will return
the beast stares at the wall
Blue Elephant
Sometimes good things inspire more good things. I was looking at this painting but I couldn't see it too well. I started thinking of what I could paint in a similar way. Wood corners and more wood underneath. Let's spend some time together. Sit real close in a corner booth. Watch a crazy man on the corner. Hold hands under the french fried napkins. I really thought it was a blue elephant with wings but I don't know if it was. Maybe a friendly tarantula with a jockey on his back. A woman on my left and a woman to my right. I didn't know either of them. One was married. Diamond ring shining in the dark. I don't want to give too much away. I pack 57 parts into a 55 size box. One after the other. Take them out and start again. Bleed off the excess pressure. Take a break man. I have the answer but I can't speak the language. Raindrops in the palms of my tired hands. Drip between my fingers.
