Thursday, September 25, 2014

a couple of trees fill their lungs
 sigh, standing in the park.
one grows toward the sun,
the other one likes the dark.

these leaves used to be so young
for half a hundred years they've hung
yellowed blades fall off their tongues
waving farewells to the bark

years and seasons lost and won,
merely days, but the best one:
when deep roots underground first touched;
warmer nights in winter's dark.

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

for billions of years some atoms drifted through space.
at some point, they came together to form your pretty face.

Thursday, September 18, 2014

true blue moon

(from August 21st, 2013)

on the last true blue moon i hardly knew you,
built a wall to harden my chest;
best way to keep the dogs out:
trust your senses, question fences.

nightly i pressed hearts in journals
 Fall tested the trees once again.
Winter quests with narrow morals
obsessed with ice graves, life condemns.

another blue moon creeps this evening -
summer's shimmer far from dead.
warm nights steal the covers from me
carve the blues into my head.

now and again, you and I, are machines
turning sighs into sweat
we can be the bass, the beat,
the melody stuck inside their heads

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

I know it's been a long time comin',
gettin' goin' down.
Meant to be a long time lover, keep it goin' round.
If you were a tree, honey bee, would you make a sound?
Do you wanna see? Come with me. I think we found it.

Been a lot of highs, lows, soarin' up and fallin' down.
Learnin' how to rise, let go, watch it even out.
Take a deep breath, take a rest, feel your heart pound.
Listen to the wind, to the birds, to the Earth sound.


I think I'm ready to live in the clouds.
Are you coming with me?

You're coming with me.

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Shakespeare: Original Pronunciation


mourn the cattle, praise the beef

mourn the cattle
praise the beef
born to eat
crazed for meat
torn and shattered
blaze and cheat
swore not to tattle
not playin for keeps
floor is scattered
so cage the green
the wars are fatter
yet more discreet
gore and chatter
whore the screens
the world is flatter
frayed and bleak
adore and flatter
and pray for me
blink fuck sleep
repeat

Sunday, September 14, 2014