Of Nakedness and Queens

The girl across the street from me
Wears her clothes
In a cumbersome way
So she removes them
Uncomfortable in her skin
When it is covered.
She stretches
Naked now
And walks onto the balcony
(An effort to be seen)
Over the edge,
She peaks without reserve
With her perfect breasts
And her legs that reach up eleven floors
To meet the perfect, round shape of her ass
She plays a symphony with her hands
As they stretch
And reach
And touch
The nudity of her skin
Inside again, she lists about the house
Still naked
Placing things on top of things
Pressing things like buttons
And wandering...
Just wandering.
From across the street
I can feel the pull of the balcony against her skin
As she strains against it
Pretending not to notice
How beautiful she feels when she is on it:
A queen
In skinful splendor
Above the vassals of the clothed below her
She breaks beneath its will, the balcony
And walks
Again in rich ascendancy
To view her many acolytes below.
From her perch above them all,
She watches them, her acolytes
Still naked, she
Moving like ants, they
Throughout the breeze
Unaware of her sovereignty
Her nudity
Her extreme benevolence
And her virtue.

Josephine Wiggled Her Toes

For Josephine Irene Hill, if you you are half as intelligent as your father and half as beautiful as your mother, than you have already exceeded the world average.


Her name was Josephine Irene
And she had that crazy kick, you see
That turned her mama's face all green
And made her feel she had to pee
And mama, though she put up well
With all her rants and raves
She one day had to up and tell
Sweet Josephine, "Be brave!
"Go on!  Get out!  It's time to sprawl!
"You've got to stretch them toes!"
And answerin' her mama's call
Came Josephine's sweet nose
She sniffed about and took a peek
At what was goin' on outside
And with her hair all lookin' sleek
And nothing left to hide
She took a walk around the room
Shakin' hands and actin' swell
And everyone had to assume
That she would live her life out well
'Cause Josephine, that darling girl
Was smart like smartness goes
From the day she stepped into the world
And wiggled her sweet toes.

A Stranger Shade of Love

I exist within a shade of love,
unfamiliar to myself even,
I care for things
like time
and silence
and the patience of a moment
drawn into the night
and made to live forever in my heart
I find myself
in something
somehow
linked,
somehow akin to love
A drifting wayfarer
composed of fate
and stars
and falling things
like autumn leaves
and quiet eyes
and a slipping soft
and supple dress onto the floor.
I feel the weight of things
like manic grief
and the formulas of forgotten lives
without forgotten loves
as the efforts of those times come close to touching me,
close to changing me,
close to making me believe in them.
But I do not believe.
Not in things like love unfeigned,
but love unquenched
and love unfurled
and love, like a rocket,
blooming in the sky
with its hot and fiery breath
in an arcing swift display
that changes everything
around it in its light
magnificent
for only but a moment,
hearing oo's
and aah's
and things like laughter in the summer breeze
as ice cream is devoured
and bags of candied popcorn pass
from one excited hand into another.
But like the rocket and the summer breeze
and the ice cream and the popcorn too,
so love,
so fleeting,
so final,
is ephemeral as well.
It closes its now clutching hand
too tight
around my soul
and gives me little room to breathe.
It shows me things like who I am,
not who I wish to be,
and makes me live a life of pain
and excess
and the thoughtlessness of me.
But love,
sweet vixen laid,
sweet chamber maid
to the heart of who I am,
gives me more
than anything I could dare to dream;
more than anything I could hope to be
or just become.
Oh love,
sweet love,
sweet half-known cutting thing,
be not gone from me anon.
Be not changed nor changing
nor be left behind,
but be my friend tonight
and every night.
Be there when I wake,
and when I sleep,
sweet love,
be dreams to me
that come in wrapped displays
of elegance
and eloquence,
a heart-shaped form
of who I am to be,
of who I am to thee.
Oh love,
sweet love,
sweet love,
my shade of thee is warped, I know,
but educate me, love.
Entice me from the darkness of my soul
and dream of me as well.
Believe in me,
sweet love.
Believe that I am more than what I seem to be.
Believe that I am more than what I've said
or what I've done
or what I've attempted to avoid.
Believe,
sweet love,
in me.
And I will,
a shade no more,
believe entirely in thee.

So Standing Here

I have no need of skin, my love
This skin was never mine, but yours
My love
I have no need of things like dreams, my dear
Those dreams I had and found and lost, I am
Not interested in those
My love
I guess I never had to shake this off before, my God
I never had to shake the feeling that I'd lost, my love
I've lost
And now where should I stand, my dear?
With echoes and the winds against me, oh where?
My love
Should I be skinless and so dreamless and so... standing here
My love?
So standing here?

The Man That I had Dreamed

I felt a saddening love song within me grow
As the space between my soul and her eyes grew dim
I felt
Somehow departed from the man she'd made for me
Or more precisely put,
The man she'd made me think she wanted
I guess I never was that man
I guess
I never was that nothing
That I ever wanted to be
And so
Deep within myself
From somewhere deep without as well,
I closed that chapter of my life
And closed my eyes
And sighed
And became the man that I had dreamed

Opinions are Like Assholes

I guess the reason that I said before
For laughing at your kitchen floor
Is not the best or most polite;
And even though I'm mostly right,
I'm mostly sorry too for that
'Cause I don't want you to react
In such a way as you just did
With yelling words and getting rid
Of things that, true, are rather dumb
To me that is, to you, they're "fun"
I guess the thing for you to note
Is that old adage that I wrote
In amber paint across your lawn
That you won't see until the dawn
That opinions and all assholes, hun
Are found in almost everyone.

The Carnival of Dance Outside of Nazi France

I hand me things like naked
In a time of Nazi-France
When no one said I'd make it
To the Carnival of Dance

But there I was, regardless
In lust or luster or
The once and always clothes-less
And the ever-wanting-more

"More this! More that!
"More everything for me!"
The never skinny, ever-fat
Fool's errantry of greed

Is something more than lacking
Friend, I tell you this because
I've heard you back there snacking
On a thing called powdered love

And though you may believe it
Will outside of Nazi-France
Bring you luck and fancy shit
You'll never learn to dance

So shed your thoughts of Nazi-rich
Enticements and your pants
And walk the leading road which
Finds the Carnival of Dance

All of My Kittens

All of my kittens
With all of their mittens
Have come out for tea and iced cream.

They’ve all brought their pails
And filed their nails
And taken the path by the stream.

They begin to arrive
At a quarter to five
As the kettle’s beginning to steam.

They all take their chairs
Right next to the bears...
And that was the end of my dream!

The Wind and the Whole World

He wanders the room in search of her, not knowing who she is, not knowing her name or even what she looks like; but just the way she makes the air around him feel when she is near: trembling in stillness as though it was the wind and the whole world now holding its breath, and not him, gripped by the optimistic anticipation of the possibility of her. The wind and whole world sigh as he approaches her, and gasp, as he walks on by, unknowingly. But he, in touch, in search of Love himself, takes pause at the wind and the whole world’s breath and wonders… and turns… and sees... her, surprised to know that he had heard her prayer. While he, surprised to see that she had answered his, surprised that here before him, in her silent radiance, beaming like a thousand suns: staring him down as he watches her, walks toward her, takes her hand and whispers, "My God... my love... you've heard me!" as she crumbles into a thousand pieces in his arms, tripping over her words, expecting everything to be perfect, finding nothing is the same when he is near, but better, she trembles… unable to speak, able only to Love, to Dream, to fall into his arms and live a thousand lives of Hope and Love and all the things between;

Describing the Emptiness

The silence was deafening. I could feel it intensify as it wrapped around the room and headed toward me like a train, ready not just to knock me down, but to completely obliterate me. I was intensely aware of the nothingness I had become and by which I was now surrounded. I no longer wished to deny myself this emptiness, so I embraced it, acknowledging the hole it left within me. I looked forward to the sadness that I knew was sure to come, as it would then at least be something that I could feel. But the sadness would not come, and I was left with only emptiness. An emptiness so familiar and unwelcoming. An emptiness... such emptiness... such emptiness within.

Claire

She bore the efforts of dreams with the determination of one who believes in the subtle realities couched within them.

The Bones

The knowledge of humanity is enclosed within my one and stinking eye.
Completely sheltering graveyards of the unsung alibis
Who always called my name out last, within their dying droves
To shit before they eat, my friends, and all of it: my bones

Nothing More

Sometimes when the desert moon closes
Its one and giant eye
I fall into an image of myself
Upturned by something less than ethereal

A portion of my languid tone
Against the fallen sky-clouds
Is my only claim to fame tonight
A teardrop in a less than perfect world

I create myself indelible
Upon the echoes of my past
Where I, upturned, infallible
Am more than anything, less real

A shoulder left to cry upon
My only calling claim
Is nothing more than nothing more
Then Nothing More: my name

At Any Cost

Oh peaceful change of beauty's ways,
be quick and draw me in, I pray
give night to slumber, life to day
And change again my heart dismayed

Oh heathen-heart, thou fleshy crime!
a broken ribcage, found sublime
could neither bend nor break thy time
to bear this burden: oh burden mine!

Oh burden bent, my breaking back
inside, a cage without attack
can neither tame nor ever crack
the shame or torment that I lack

Oh lacking heart, a breath so cold
could fateless vision now controlled
within thy wake thy fate withhold
to break from thine encumbered mold

Oh mold thus broken: shattered seam
a torn and fraying broken dream
could more than just within us seem
to crash into a thousand beams

Oh thousand beams of fraying light
give hope to darkness' straying rite
that deep within me causes fright
to guide me blind to futures bright

Oh future bright, thou future found
solidify my raucous ground
and in my slumber make the sound
that brings me home so thusly bound

Oh binding tie, thou wish of mine
to thus within me grip and bind
and in forever, thus to find
thine heart of hearts again in kind

Oh heart of hearts of heart of hearts
a thousand dreams i would impart
to on thy stage play some small part
and in thy life not end but start

Oh starting time, thou life unspent
intoxicated by thy scent
of wishes held and words unbent
i dream of life and dreams unrent

Oh rending dreams of beauty's wish
a brand of savored empty dish
that in itself fulfills it's niche
to neither charge nor mend a stitch

Oh stitch un-stayed thou fix unclave
thou witless folly fit, unsaved
cannot by meaninglessness waived
befit the courage of my grave

Oh grave unkempt, thou graven grove
within thy slumbered kit I love
for moments passed in hidden droves
that slumber fitfully above

Oh fitful height of slumber lost
i would to thee, at any cost
impart my whole unspent unlost
unending soul at any cost



30 July 2008
started at 7:50pm, ended at 8:45pm

Not a Cute Kid

I saw a dude the other day
He said, "Isn't that little child so cute?"
I said, "Hell no!"
And punched both him and the kid
Just for saying so.

20 Sept 2007
5:43pm