Ghosts
We are the outward ghosts
Haunting the external realm
With vague representations
Of imagined forms of reality
The specter of
Adventure and excitement
Luring us ever onward
Until one day We understand
We have been advancing upon a shadow.
indexFair Game
"The Egg is empty
The Nest is fowl
The Bird is Loony!"
said the wise old Owl
indexThe End
I made a mess of myself,
and I made a success of myself,
but I never made a friend of myself,
and now this is the end of myself. index Hatching a Child-Pretending
It has come to our attention
that the meaning of Invention
unfolds in pretence
So... I held a meeting with my
S-elves and we formed a Committee
we decided it was time to unpack my boxes:
I found while unpacking by boxes:
Locks and keys to locks
(meticulously designed)
Resonances and remembrances
Jewels and Rocks
Shoes and Frocks
Phonetic literals
Dolls and chalks
Ropes and sounds
There are Salamanders
meeting with Tadpoles
on the subject of sprouting arms, fins
or feathers
but it depends on
the weather, and wheather or not
they sea land.
There are bird cages
and spider webs
and robin egg blues - hatching a child pretending
Pretending means
Tending before it's real
So if you tend to it
before it's real you can
have Practice.
Invention is pre-tending, and
while you practice
the thing your intending
it answers and the answers
want to feel real.
So pretending my key fits my lock
and the sound that it makes
can unlock
with a click you can hear in the dark.
The click is attached and the thing is unlatched
the moment you open the box.
indexStatus Quo
There is a window in the floor
And a blue cloudless sky
No one looks
It might confuse us
indexLay Away
He wants to exist
by the Mountain Stream
Success is just fine with him
He peals off one layer at a time
indexOil And Water
The Oil stayed inside the earth
The Blood stayed inside the people
The relentless gave in
The land gave way
And there's Fresh water here today
indexMr. Master
I had a date with Mr. Master
he took me out to dine
but this man's purse was empty
he couldn't afford the wine
And so poor was this gentleman
the dish was served Dutch Treat
the meal we halved
as bland as flour
we couldn't afford the meat
Presently I had a need
to take him to my flat
but when he saw the place so bare
he left me there - like that !
Then I saw him on the stair
a box he brought unwrapped
I opened it and there a frame
with canvass was attached
So I stood there much amused
my humble flat and he,
the perfect picture
for the place
was empty as could be
"Is this the master painters work?"
I voiced in mock complaint
"I spent my funds on art school love
I can't afford the paint!"
indexAmnesia
Wandered around the street
Total Amnesia saving me
Sustained too many beats
They took me for the enemy
And when they told me who I was
It didn't jar my memory
And when they asked me to explain
They couldn't get it out of me
Cause every language I could speak
It didn't fit the century
She is ill
nearly dead
she goes on somehow
Like a cat or a child
she bends to your touch
even your words and glances
She's absent to herself
Others must fill her
even with their own illness
Thievery held no meaning - For Pamella
The fact that she loved something
Gave her legal right to Complete it
(What ever trinket held her fancy)
Diamonds and pearls were absent
Objects of no value to Us
Shone like gems about Her
Secrets were implied - ignored by most
And revealed to me - (In their fullness)
Only posthumously
We shared our own language -
Now it goes unused
What good is it ?
One person has no use
Far a forgotten dialect !
I'm surprised when her handwriting
Sneaks through mine
Crossed t's and dotted I's
Suspiciously whispering
That she is peeking
Through my eyes
People were jealous
When she refused to blatantly
To need anyone
She insisted on blowing her cover
Which kept her in ill repute
Where she was most comfortable.
The night she died
I borrowed eyes
To see the sight
Mine could not realize
I write no letters-
I make no phone calls
Communication travels back
No matter where I throw it
To ripple through a flooded heart
And yet I cannot show it
Baby sits in the parking lot
Not a dime to his name
he placed a bet that the city
would tow his car
and made enough to stay in the Game
He's eternally optimistic
Never considers the Odds
Offers up the Statistics
As a Sacrifice to the Gods
Baby sits in the coffee shop
and he watches the game
always roots for the Underdog
And I don't believe
That he'll ever change
He's eternally optimistic
And when it comes to the odds
He said they alter all the statistics
and beat you over the head with the odds
He's eternally optimistic
And when it comes to the odds
he's out playing the lottery
and he Won!
A place in my heart
The Moon is silent today
and everywhere I go
I have to fight the Undertow
so it doesn't take me away
Oh, your eyes looked funny that day
and all the crows were crying
in a most peculiar way
The day the Undertow took you away
Even the house looked funny that day
all the shades were pulled to half mast
when the Undertow took you at last
It's too far
too far over my head
too far over my head
The Moon is silent today
I know she has to wake
I'll be the next One that she takes
when the undertow takes me away
Location Location Location
His hatred
is no prejudice - It's a Property
His lust
no accident - It's a Province
His love
no compliment - It's a Jurisdiction
The Sun had stopped spinning round that day
It hung frozen in the sky
As I waited for it to Passover
I placed a photograph under it
that needed to be unwound
When the glowing light came over
I knew it had a mind of its own
But it said nothing
Then I saw my indignant beauty
Contrast my sadness
It made me so happy
I felt cool pure liquid energy
Fly into every cell -
I spun around so fast
That the living room was now
Spinning in outer space
There was a vast audience
The objects in the room
(it became clear)
Were PROPS -
To show how certain species lived
As the dog tried in vain
To awaken her sexuality
I became annoyed,
She was a traitor
The painting "Guitar Man"
began to play without sound
The textures moved in slow motion
Like wind blowing over a wheat field
All in different directions
At night I lay on the couch
Weak and tired
Sleep was impossible
So I followed some people around
Who were comatose
To see what it was
That fascinated them so
Ah! They were hypnotized
By the "dance of the atoms"
It was relaxing
To see the tiny atom
Solar systems become so massive
The planes would drag across the SKY
Nearly rupturing the air in all directions
When the Sun came around
The room was still again
And - the heat - again
I stayed in my room,
I made my own cool air in there
And I found a lamp
And a round glass shade from a different lamp
I placed a veil over it,
I could tune in all over the world
With that Radio invention
I needed to see what was going on
The world outside
Was full of teeming millions
But all of the houses were empty
Everyone must have moved - No!
The were at Church waiting for God
But we were busy
Hatching a Child-Pretending