Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Bad Brains '82!

I hope this is okay to re-post. I mean no disrespect to Bad Brains, just want to pass it on. Unbelievable energy they put out to and get back from their audiences.

Monday, February 27, 2012


Wake in the morning
and take inventory of your fears:

fear of loss
fear of change
fear of decline
fear that your children's love will become hate
fear of stagnation
fear of limited potential and it's evil twin, squandered potential...

It's like praying to Saints,
but the counting makes you dizzy
until it becomes easier to get up
and into the shower.

Thursday, February 23, 2012


The rain on the road makes you clean
writing your own anthem
and wanting more than anything
back then
one of those sandwiches
you could smell but not

Lean doesn't cover it
you were eating yourself
and there is not much nostalgia here
just the smell of the air
that feeling of clean
and all the desire your pockets
could hold.

Imagine yourself somewhere
looking out upon snow
covered in a warm yellow day
of blankets and love,
the smell of coffee and bacon.

Imagine yourself somewhere
looking out upon snow
not looking in
face stung by wind and ice rain,
feet soaked and blue.

You could come with me
and we'll share our troubles gracefully
celebrating our humble good fortunes as they come,
and come sometime they must,
with a little faith.

We ride the trains, notice the birds, wonder at the sky...

These things sustain us,
our hearts stay full,
I am not sullen,
You are not disappointed,
and we never, never feel



I've been unable to post
anything these last few days
due to forces beyond my control
which seem to be the only kind
of forces there are
these days.

Sunday, February 19, 2012

That Little Voice

Saint Valentine

A few evenings ago, driving the boys home
I pointed out the red and orange-lit clouds
of what I thought was a pretty dazzling sunset.

 "It's the power of love", young Jack explained.

I guess it is.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012


found a photograph
of you
taken years ago
during a
newer us
and it surprised me
made me feel something
almost remember
but I closed it off
and realized vaguely
just how

Monday, February 13, 2012

Midnight Suburb

Some cold creature
screams out there
startling me still
surprised again by

Saturday, February 11, 2012

A Dimension of Mind

This morning you were
sleeping comfortably
with no real desire to get out of bed,
unable to imagine anything else.

And later you are running,
trying to run, up the hills in a cold park
weak, staggering, struggling
unable to imagine anything else.

And then you are driving home holding a cup of coffee in your hand
looking down for a second, a very loud crash,
the front of your car is smashed, hood rolled up,
you have driven into the car in front of you and
the cup of coffee is nowhere to be found
not the cup, not the hot liquid,
it was very strange.

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Minus the Trappings We Never Had

There will, alas
be no finery,
let us acknowledge that
together and get
beyond that oppressive dream,
the slave master.

On the roadside
we walk
without expectation
and a sense of
wise enough not to
look it
in the face

You say this is
the thinking of
and what can I show
to disprove it?

We have another step in us
that's all we

Pale Sun

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Too Scared To Move

You remember the feel of the lash
well enough not to question
where Winter has gone.

He's off in Europe,
I understand,
probably after
Belgian beer and Russian vodka,
Ukrainian women,
and you're not dumb
enough to cheer
his departure,
he'd hear about it
but you are
almost nostalgic
for what he
put you through.

You just wait quietly now
for the sound of his heavy
footfalls on the porch
and the fury of his voice,
naming you.

Monday, February 6, 2012

Paper Thin Morning

Each of these days seem
somehow separated,
disconnected and unrelated
to each other.

Squeezed in between
waiting to happen, wanting to begin,
and the litter and spillage,
the tipped over paper cups
of an event I can't remember
or interpret.

You're some kind of ghost story,
your hollow head, your thready pulse,
your paper thin discipline

Not really floating
so much as falling

Friday, February 3, 2012


without music now
big with gasses the
sands of time pile
they said you didn't look well
as you sat there with
heart sounds
in your ears
you can't deny change or
stop the movement of things
 the man before a tank
is symbolic, yeah
but soft and brittle
the song you don't sing
won't be remembered
can't sustain anyone
the non-action of
a cheapskate
winter's going
through this self-doubt
thing like it's
forgotten it's might
I can't believe it's
learned restraint
is practicing mercy
doubt that very much
it's some kind of crisis
or indifference, a shirking of
it's duties, disillusionment
then it might
some sense.


Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Hiya Sparky!

you are here without playmates
passing the time swapping your remaining hours
for meager paychecks
ticking off carefully
one bill after another
called in to you by telephone
paying, almost contentedly,
like a faithful slave

someone who apparently observed you
in the past says it is a shame
having watched your spark,
once so bright and hot,
flicker and snuff
the way it

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