Stairway To Heaven Reflections

watch it collapse,
sit and stare in a timed lapse,
another piper strolls on by;
we can only stare for awhile,
then he is gone.

and it makes me wonder
and it makes me wonder

but what to think on?
her?
her stairway?
i am not too arrogant to question alongside of
poor, pondering prufrock.

the piper calling you to join him
then let him lead on as we all die.

for life is the stroll upwards
let us rest at the final floor.

Tony Goes Def Jam?

in the vein of celebrating one of the greatest hip hop acchivements of the year i've taken to trying out a lyrical, hippish "Howl"-esque poem. earlier in the month, saul williams, def jam poet and close friend of trent reznor released his album "The Inevitible Rise and Fall of Niggy Tardust," and, it's fucking amazing. his cover of sunday bloody sunday in praticular.

regardless, in the vein of his poetry, and Howl, and other influences, i've attempted the same kind of thing. so hear:



While it started snowing early in December I started thinking,
About the blankets covering the streets turned black rock into white dust.
The tears of our fathers slowly float down, with resolve;
(For snow;
We know,
Has nowhere to go,
But down.)
I sit behind window panes, rubbed by yellow fog,
Licking its tongue around the corners of the evening
And I wait while the lions roar in my mind.

This is a petition:
So listen, everyone, everywhere:

LAWYERS, POLITICIANS, ACCOUNTANTS, REFRIGITOR SALESMEN, CABLE GUYS, LAWN GUYS AND BURGER FRYS, REPUBLICANS, LIBERALS, ARTISTS, SCIENTISTS, DRUG ADDICTS AND RELIGIOUS FANATICS, PILOTS, ATHLETS, GAS STATION ATTENDENTS, ACTORS, TEACHERS AND PREACHERS, CAR SALESMEN, PROFESSORS, COPS AND ROBBERS, STOCK BOYS, BAGGERS AND RUNWAY FLAGGERS, ANCHORMEN, PHOTOGRAPHERS, LUNCH LADIES, SOLDIERS, LIBRIARIANS AND LIBRETERIANS, BABY SITTERS, DISH WASHERS, SECURITY GUARDS, HAIR SPECIALISTS, JUDGES, CARE TAKERS AND BAKERS, CARD SHARKS, DESIGNERS, STUDENTS, CHILDREN, PARENTS, WOMEN AND MEN, MUSICIANS, PAINTERS, WRITERS, POETS, HISTORIANS, DREAMS, LOVERS, LAUGHERS; EVERYONE BETWEEN

HERE
(which is assumed to be the glorious heavens)

OR

THERE
(which is assumed to be the furious hells)

Everyone a human being can connect with, listen:


(incomplete.)

Chinese Sounding Music

aint got a gun, aint got a gun, aint got a gun

there are lights blasting the cold pacific air,
wind comes off of the sea in all directions;
the lights read down:
things
i
cannot read.

tokyo is large, too big to fathom,
i can hear everything from the different sides of the earth,
i hear chinese sounding music,
complaints in europe,
american confidence, often misplaced.

like myself, i cannot understand what i see,
but i didn't need to be in the chinese sounding music's
realm to know that.

Haikus

don't ever feel bad;
life can be too fucking short
for men and women

(composed at georgetown)
the wind is blowing,
i channel earthly powers
washington: blue air

(likewise composed at georgetown)
omniciant lights near,
city nights seem so vague, so odd,
too far from my dear.

sad noises are all
encompassing everwhere
i hear sadness

it finally rains
each drop a kiss from far above,
(where we are dust) heaven.

sad desparation feels,
like a cold tile floor
without footprints.


(and something fresh)
Woman! O Gertrude,
the demise of your son, let
you happen. O! Why?