Monday, March 31, 2008

this is only the distance

from here to there,
and all around where men breathe air:
is something lost between those of us,
who love,
for we share a bond,
a common ground,
on which we can all lament the
evil and the hate and the famine
and the things that keep us from
here to there:

for love, this is only the distance that we share,
untill we have no common ground,
there can only be,

Soft Pillows

Falling asleep has never been so easy;
While on the softest pillows I lie,
Carried away by dream and lust,
I cannot stay awake
For what dreams come when
I lie on those pillows,
Are far sweeter then any
melody ever heard.

Might I again rest on those pillows,
those rosy, rosy red pillows,
and might I tease one more kiss?
Out of my dreamy pillows.

Sunday, March 9, 2008


high voltage voices
seem to power the house.

Friday, March 7, 2008

You Know Who You Are

time and time and time,
some ago,
we had so much to give;
and now, what now.
has time made us victims
of our own mistakes.

you are still milky sweet.
dare i repeat?

Good Night, Sweet Ladies

such kind and soft melodies
do you sing into my ear,
and while i could listen forever
that may seem a bit queer.
So i will dream the sweetest visions
of you,
and of you being ever so near,
so that instead of dreaming of your sleep,
i can lie close, and observe the moon,
and i can point it out and say,
"look at the stars and the sky"
and you will sleep still,
next to me.

Thursday, March 6, 2008

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Age of Men

for when age overcomes us all,
it is always spring that comes after winter,
which comes from summer's melting into fall.

just something i'm working on....

On My Beat Movement Lecture

nervously my palms sweat
stigmata for the nervous,
as i attempt to share jack kerouac
with the unwilling, the undeserving.

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

Monday, March 3, 2008

Bat Your Eyes, Wander Away, Sleep Well

Look closely but do not strain
(for the effort you would need not)
center your gaze upon a modest one,
capture his attention, bat your eyes.

Let the aura proceed you,
and let it follow and swallow;
drowning or swimming or floating,
I will follow you, even if you wander away.

You may bat your eyes, wander away,
something will always remain,
even in an instant, a flash of light
a clasp of fingers,
a touch of lips,
that I will sleep well.

(for you are in my dreams now)


to my foreign lass,
may you be outside the looking glass
of my inward eyes.
surprise, surprise, surprise,
have I found my gorgeous demise?

home is not where the heart is,
for my home would be too far distant.