Words Spoken Freely

when the tears
stop caressing
the cheek

when the gas
is gone

when the ocean
is dead

when the trees
are all
toilet paper

when he
becomes old

when the pulse
stops

when a day passes
and the phone
does not
ring

when the batteries
die

when you
are no longer
intrigued

when learning
seems
improbable
impossible
unheard

when the turtles
take over
the pond

when the worms
eat you

when the moon
disappears

these lips
brought realms 
landscapes of intimate
Silence

Spice that warms
like stickey clothes
melted by the rain
on mellow evening 

Sweet cane
That fell off the
Back of a truck

In the swamp
Next to parades
Bead smiles

My kiss 
It would seem
Brought our world
To its knees

Or maybe
Caused irreparable 
Damage to the
Ozone

Caused you
Left you 

Us
lonely 
As we were
Before 

these old photos
cover my walls
the grins, the groans, the moans

living whispers
tickling my iris
like the wind of fall

the images ache at times
this one is gone
another lost
somewhere in the wilderness
of the infinite

in times of solitude
they are the warmest blanket
the sort of thing that
wraps the body up
in a cacoon of silk

if something else arrives
next spring
there will be
neatly hung
reminders

in moments 
this time there is
the essence of you
in the air

images hung neatly
against the stark sky

a full moon
inside a room

enticement from 
the audible sounds 
of your PA accent

music billowing out
the smoke stack
of a steam engine

a string of lights
glistening like
a tomato touched
with dew
floats and never
seem to end

I slumber
in moments

Has had insults
dreams and illusions
Lust and longing
Concern and concerts
Ireland, France, Russia

Proposals and farewells
Forevers and empty promises

Everything hurled
Wrecklessly as if it didn't matter

Some holes are filled 
With plaster and paint

Others filled with replacement
Parts in an attempt
To make it whole again

Although some spots are
So far gone
You might not even
Recognize them

This Old heart

the restless days
I am compelled
endlessly I grind, wash, sanctify

feeding rent, a k1 burner
a system I exist in
will dine on the bits of me

when it is all said and done
they will say 
he logged in
he logged out

lying next to me
a raga 
dances on melodica

uranus
chases saturn

peaks 
chase clouds

I throw
the weight of self 
around 

occassionally submitting 
to the hopeless intimacy
found in the bottom 

cenotes of your thoughts
aching for your slumber
on my pillow

lost in the caverness
of wild unfettered 
subtlety

maybe we should
lease the slash and burn 
tattered forests there

a seven year garden

when
there is nothing left
what do you take
what is given

I reach for language
syllables close in
sounds shaping

encapsulating we
forming audible pleasure
releasing the tension
that builds when
assumptions bludgen
passion

holding the path
on the highway

capturing
the forever
fading harmonies

our sound
when we sing

despite the science
which claims particles 
cause friction

cannot cease traveling
in order to echo off
star light

before it ends
I recall
the forgotten
soft silence

that I will
never let go of

I lost the bet
Now I find myself alone
The deck was stacked

My intentions thwarted 
This is still it

Where do you sleep 
When your heart is trampled
How can you recover
If caring seems to cease

Perhaps I am a dinosaur
Scavenging the ground
For morsels of passion and lust

But I can't breathe

I took on too much weight
Still I have feathers
I will lift it all up
before I tumble down

glowing glimpses
full moon beams
on top of ocean waves
there is a creature
that has taken down
naval fleets
with the bat of an eye
I am owned by the essence
of that
wrecklessly in love
all of the creatures hold
my hand like
a skillful potter
holds a lump of clay
we make a bowl
after we eat our meal
even if I want more
the opportunity to savor it
sinks to the ocean floor
where all the el nino suenito
wait out their days
to be devoured
by a dark creature
that is never rational
the only indication is
by bioluminescence

Where did it go
the fragile pieces of seaglass
that stained the skin
underneath 
our fingernails
these dreams were ours
the sort of ours that disappears
with the crescendo of passion
and the legatto of farewells
still I cannot wipe the memories of 
the Librarian
I carry books around
hording them like treasures
the Sound Engineer 
urging me to collect cassettes and 8 tracks
the one who gave her life
to try and save a distant culture
the mother who never gave up
we had a vision
the immense amount of her
that has taught me
it all
slips into oblivion
as the days grow longer
and my life shorter

when I forget
how it felt to lose my first love
the time I dropped something heavy on my toes
the miserable failures of my life
the warmth felt in my toes
turns trees into embers
makes seeds into starlight
reminds me of how perfect
life is when belief 
tends the soft spots
we forget 
need compassion

nano sized black holes 
are hiding tachyons
behind the sinister doubt
that settles in your gut
as if spicy peppers and moon beams
pulled you in two completely different
regions of digestion
It will happen again
how you react 
now that can change
I thought of the soft notes
the feathers of time and space
that have landed me here
the gentle touch of finger tips
the mystical moment
my eyes burning with frakincense
the glare of adoration
the gift of life

bright as
the milky way seen through
her eyes in Sedona
not to different
from the sun which causes
you to put down the visor
so you dont crash into
oncoming traffic
it will make you leap
into action
tear with joy
sleep with soundness
it pulls everything together
his mother and father divided
still he holds it all dearly
and cherishes us
it humbles 
it beats like
no other

Red night
Speckled lights like jimi sprinkles on the hot fudge Sunday
Pinholes in the fabric of earth below my chariot in the clouds
Small glimpses of the life of others filling my ears
The absolute beauty of hurling my body through the atmosphere
Like a horseshoe thrown by a team of madmen a thousand plus miles
And now the soft blue of the sky fading into my thoughts her
Almost there or here depending on perspective
Knees buckling story straddling adventure
I am flying west

your mouth
touches mine
that moment
creates a fractal
multiple points
one touch
passion pulsing veins
arteries stretched
tissues sinew bones
all shattered
then combined
into the voluminous
chapters of intimate
forgotten truth
encapsulated in the sound
you sigh
as our minds
forget tommorrow
let us
start again

peace now
passion even while I sleep
tenderness without thought
fish without water
extraordinary parental perception
ease
grace
confidence
gratitude
simplicity
growth
prosperity
agreement
timelessnes
success
truthfulness
unconstrained splendid smiles
partnership
containment
strength
absolute forgiveness

anger and frustration for the things that are
misgivings
doubt
silence
proper sleep
abstinence
cookies
bread
crackers
brie
jealousy
being divorced
headaches and guilt because I am wrong
confusion
chaos
forgetfulness
forever
justifications
bad breath
hurt

I heard
your enthusiasm echoing in the
shrill wind
from between the branches
of the lone pine tree
standing still
brushed with the dew
crying in discongruent
pain
the abject misery
of an incomplete
raga
the heroes of sound
leaving too soon
the laughter
of my mother's dad
the joy of father Phil
who ate so much
who chuckled so hard
today I miss my son
missing because
of a legal agreement
hidden because my voice
is louder
than yours

how many times
did your expectations
break you
did your heart
fall at your feet
crushed by the weight
of something you invented
can you recollect
what she means
what her love would do
if your ship
stood in the sea
unanchored
unstopable
breaking through waves
as though she
was always
there
and you would
never sink

every year
a child loses a little
leaves fall
grass dies
we let go
for some
magic disappears
how hard would
your sides cave with joy
if you never
stopped believing

Never relent
you can give in
eat the meat
lose the sleep
forget yourself
find peace inside a broken glass heart
the tenderness
you shared when you were nothing more than
a dream in the eyes of someone else
the stardust that created you
smashed through space time and galaxies
only to collide with who you are
that is why you live

shimmering lights
cars passing over the snow
the shadows of tommorrows forecast
a dense cloud of uncertain moments
doubt served in solitude never helped anyone
recall the things that we honor
I was rocked slowly in a chair as a child
every year there was at least a dozen adventures
on the water
the briny taste of the Gulf of Mexico
I now feel the pressing of her body next to mine
her laugh filling my heart with grandiose plans of world domination
the sand at our feet absorbing caressing
it felt as if it would never end
reminds me that
at ten my only desire
to explore the woods
and travel to space
is it so different
maybe it is just as lofty
to want to hold your hand in mine
a little longer

charmed are the words
exchanged between
smiles and soft sunlit
sparrows sigh in the
folding of myself and
her
the nights are too short now
the days too long
while I wait watching holding
my breath
because summer was never
this perfect before

It shines tonight,
woke up from the deadest sleep,
your eyes, the moon not sure what stirred my spirit.
The moment I understand,
I forget again,
the passion,
Ilife and love bring to the morning sky.

The horizon floats
a bobber on a wave
there is a line out
today but the boat,
the ocean, the sky
might all sink into
oblivion without your
smile...why do things
obliviate...perhaps
these words were
only meant to spark
a fire
when the ashes
are cleared away
something else will
grow vertical

This is
something you swore
to never accept
it took this long for me
to realise
trumpets don't exhault
joy builds gratitude
the stuff we touch the stratosphere with
everytime I leave your side
I risk succumbing to gravity

Always Keep
three quarters in your pockets
There will be a payphone on
the peak of the mountain
someone might need that
change more than
a parking meter

---

I lost my change in
the eighties, every once
and a while a gumball
machine or arcade game
swallowed them whole

---

the magicaly innocent
toy ride or the grabber
of plush toy icons
long forgotten
trapped in a glass case
maybe we should try
and lose more

No thing grows linear
you live in a laugh
I sleep under your grin
with painfully tasteful food
cultivated from the dreams of shaman
destroyed by western culture
corn syrup and bullets
she is more powerful than this
eventually this will all disappear
underneath the the crest
of a linear wave

I wander
How many days did
it take to strand
my smile on this
highway mostly
trafficked by tics,
birds, turkeys, deer
and visiting vacationers
I miss the sound of
shuffling feet and
shrieking laughter,
while I slumber under
a tree in a a hammock
my love has flown
away into the night
like a missing sock
on Sunday.

Inside this hat
floating in the drift
wandering with no place to land
left shoe split
shoestrings abandoned
mystery a foot
boiling ocean water
on a ship
storing rain in a split wine bottle
I drank six months ago
in my backyard