7/2/02
between the white sheet of night after night
and the pithy feeling of kicking off
where are you supposed to go
never?

fault and faulty ways
fruit bats, plastic masks and hands holding hands
a very cold beer on a very hot day
burning blistering breaking
open wounds and salty days
flying down the beach with your eyes closed
dying on the way there
instead of the way back.

7/7/02
Tracking the water fall of the smallest bean
in a lush rain forest...
begging yesterday to cry.
I’ve varnished this carpal tunnel
with the movements of a dancer
the shallow breath of a sleeping baby...
far be it from me to talk about forever.
Given the beaten path of a tired and sun dying road
I’ve decided to fake out onto cots of cheap old tapestry
and shift my bare feet towards the back of a sunset.

6/19/02
The deadless are together
in one fake flower arrangement
dusty with blank joy.
This broken swing
of cracked ivy vines
on a sunless cool fence
beats the tune of times to pass seconds to minutes
and tell what is next.

6/27/02
Camping from bad radio stories
and leaning towards terrible silence.

The beginning science
of life without a god.

7/26/02
Wrapping silver scissors
terry cloth blanket wednesdays
damp and soaking wet
writing in code with a viper
snapping to the tune
tapping out the end.

Combing back the jelly tears
bouncing for a cry
in torn sunday papers
waiting to drive by
Toast & coffee morning smell
you think of when you last lived with someone.
Animal crackers by the bed
trying to be like Europe.

The dreams are all different
and I can’t catch my feet anymore...
we’ve stumbled
into something completely different this
Different as snail berries
stuck to the back
of your knees
and screaming oh the screaming
yet it feels the same.
What’s the difference?
Certainly not the screaming.

Who is strong enough
to hold these arms down
long enough to blow my hair
out of my face?

Tangling bright lights
and asking for
asking for
whatever you got next.
I don’t know if I want to change.

Wind blows up like it’s mad at me again
Sorry out there.

Just keep your little sockys
and carry your fistful of grasses
straight to the dark kitchen
put ‘em in the sink
and go to bed.

I woke up
and without getting tired enough to roll over
I got up.
In a warm milk of wooded floors
I stir towards the porch
where sandy grass waves
telling me what to do.
There’s the bay
now go stand by it and drink.

There’s something about the way
blue sits
on a wind touched beach.
What slows you enough
to capture such cool softness?
Sun seems to break down doors
dragging beds to their knees.

Sample battles of laughing
and lughing in the backyard
late at night
standing around cars
or fire
or the dog.
Fight til the tears come
and hold your bellies tight
we live at night
like some bugs do
but we don’t fly into light.

There’s got to be some sure way
to juggle madness and brilliance
to slap down the beetly bed
carry petals to the edge of bath.
Be my avatar
take all doubt
to a fruited paradise
of harmless choices
I need someone to tell me
it’s all good
over and over and over.

Crazy pictures
of every freezing day
in the underground of grass.
Rubbernecking hard
into what could only be
a sick joke
of a bad idea.

Yeah, back There.

Wanting only the

tripping crazy into bathrooms
so poorly lit
that you laugh at the pictures
on the walls
til you realize
they are all mirrors.

7/27/02
There’s waiting
and then there’s
just sitting around.