genuis of the new year

Sitting in the grown up house

in the loom of maya.

Two years without a drink

is the history of an epoch.

We are engaged to wed

and we are the circlemakers,

the lords of the dawn,

in a beautiful home,

a secret square of eight.

While enjoying my work

I consider the apocalypse,

and by sheer genuis

we get things done.

cinderella story

This is no cinderella story

so let's get lean, get comfortable

straight down

to bare and bloody knuckles.

This old pal told me

that good wives know

how to hold men down.

There is only one time

I'll hold a man down.

People glance mutely

through the bars

of social conditioning cages

waiting lamely

for the dangled carrot

of a taste of pussy or a football playoff,

little monkeys living out lives

of hollow desperation.

Sometimes a woman,

sometimes a man,

doing just what I like

if it makes me free of the cage,

if it makes me the eternal bitch of the world.

Let's get married, sure,

climb up into the woods

do the thing,

climb back down again

exactly the same.

Maybe born from this love,

mighty and unrestrained,

comes a little child

who sees those invisible bars

for herself

and breathes herself free.

A neat trick.

She'll show her friends

this game we all play

pretend follow the leader-

only there is no leader!

A tiny child army

of kids who won't play along.

Then they'll start their own game

and hopefully

it will be nicer than this one.

gunshot night

Waiting for you

Through stone silences

Red-hued and glowing

Winged embers

In the corner of this mind

Always trapped, screaming softly

Dancing with shame

Cloaked in humiliation

Thorny towers rising

In gunshot night

Black eyes and callouses

Sweat-slicked back groaning

It’s all I remember

Dying beneath you

Song of Myself

"A human being is a part of the whole, called by us "Universe," a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest- a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole nature in its beauty. Nobody is able to acheive this completely, but the striving for such acheivement is in itself a part of the liberation, and a foundation for inner security."
-Albert Einstein-



"I celebrate myself, and sing myself,


And what I assume you shall assume,


For every atom belonging to me


as good belongs to you.





I loafe and invite my soul,


I lean and loafe at my ease


observing a spear of summer grass.





My tongue, every atom of my blood,

form'd from this soil, this air,


Born here of parents born here from parents the same,

and their parents the same,


I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,


Hoping to cease not till death. "

-Walt Whitman-

navigation

fixed on you
like Magellan on a star
my heart ready
to drop onto the floor

silly to pick a word
to mirror my heart
one word should be
light as a dove
but comes out
heavy as sludge

a word can't mimic
the bliss of your touch

or taste of your tongue

amen, Bob Dylan!

"Yes, to dance

beneath the diamond sky

with one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea,

circled by the circus sands
With all memory and fate

driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today

until tomorrow."

efflorescence

Kissing you is like

inhaling the moon,

drowning in dark light,

falling into bloom.

Dead delight reversed,

this powerful pull.

A possible curse,

or beautiful fall?