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Writing is the most important step in human evolution. Writing is movement. Writing is thumbs and...

Tue, 05 Feb 2013 19:42:01 -0600

Writing is the most important step in human evolution. Writing is movement. Writing is thumbs and fingers pushing matter around to where it was not. And where it will be.
When this generation of lives dies, the Writing will still be. And the young will accommodate for the old’s mistakes. And the young will lounge on the old’s labor.
And cats and dogs never got this because cats and dogs never wrote shit.
And so we write. To further evolve the human brain away from the thumbprint of the old. To distance the human branch from those of all other beasts.
We write because we are the best.

Poem structure:I say cat people make better lovers.You say dog people make better lovers.We both try...

Tue, 22 Jan 2013 01:19:35 -0600

Poem structure:
I say cat people make better lovers.
You say dog people make better lovers.
We both try to prove our point by becoming the best examples of our cases.
And we end up being the best cat / dog love machine of all time.

(Insert flowery words.)

Squirrels

Sun, 20 Jan 2013 10:34:44 -0600

2 squirrels
Fighting. No.
Not fighting. Birds and the bees and
2 squirrels
Not fighting.
Arguing over
Who’s gonna be on top.

And she must smell
Like ripe opportunity
Because at the base of the elm tree
Appears another squirrel.
And from the sidewalk,
2 more.
Now five squirrels
Chasing each other around the elm.
Girly steps out for a breather
While bark flies.

Nothing can catch a squirrel
Who doesn’t want to be caught
Not even a squirrel.
So for 20 minutes
They dance the most non violent battle royal
The elm has seen this year.
This year
Spring has come early.

Drink you like the finest wineJust the right sweetJust the right dry.You put a fire in my chestSo...

Fri, 17 Aug 2012 16:56:45 -0500

Drink you like the finest wine
Just the right sweet
Just the right dry.
You put a fire in my chest
So that I am warm
Through the cold rain.

Intoxicated on your beauty
I sing soft deep in your ear
And we slow dance by the river
Inciting geese and ducks
The only souls brave enough
To join us in our rain drenched promenade.

Ten AM and my decision making is gone
I see the thousand thousand splashes
Of rain hitting the water before us
The rapids crashing in the water past
And the mist above the woods downstream
And we drip.

Pretending that it’s fall.Wings of the crickets-Winds of September.Cicadas of JulyCrashing...

Wed, 01 Aug 2012 03:18:38 -0500

Pretending that it’s fall.
Wings of the crickets-
Winds of September.
Cicadas of July
Crashing into trees-
Leaves of October
Falling.
One hundred degrees or more
Are nothing
But points in three hundred and sixty.
Autumn is coming.
Let us be cool.
The night sky
Doesn’t keep us in the shade,
Only presents us with
Summer night masterpiece.
Forget the massacre of the summer sun.
And forget what’s next.
And after that.
And after that.
Change and change.
And find every year the same.
It’s hot all over.
Now
Expect
Nothing.
Be ready
For everything.
Experience
All.

Sigh of reliefFound the vanAll my friends are thereGot square wheelsBut the hill’s steep...

Wed, 01 Aug 2012 02:03:07 -0500

Sigh of relief
Found the van
All my friends are there
Got square wheels
But the hill’s steep
Peculiar how it goes so fast
Down the mountain
Rolling rolling
Throws me off and I hit my head
Get better and I’m at it again.

Sigh of belief
Found the van again
Making our way back up backwards
Look out the window
See the trees moving so fast
All in a spin
Kick out the back door
Rolling down alone
Rolling down again.

Desert wall
Climbing up a cactus
Gotta see past the horizon
Sigh of relief
We’re in luck again
Wagon’s coming my way
Waving my cap hello
Passing by again
See it rolling on square wheels
See you again my friends.

Been up on this mountain
Building my own caravan
Back on the wagon
And I’m at the wheel
Wagon made of cactus
All aboard
We’re going down again!

Last night I slept in the yardUnder no starsAnd wished I wasn’t me.Wished that this patience...

Mon, 30 Jul 2012 13:33:00 -0500

Last night I slept in the yard
Under no stars
And wished I wasn’t me.
Wished that this patience and understanding
Would get me somewhere besides this safe house
I miss danger.
But who can afford danger these days?
This life is a bag of nuts.

I wish I was atop that bridge again
Naked to the world
Knowing that somewhere in that river
Big ass rocks are waiting to impale me.
And I let go and jump.

But there’s no river in the yard where I sleep
And there’s no stars for wishing.
So I’m stuck being me.

Take your soulWind upAnd throw it way out on the oceanJust to see if it can swim(It can)

Sat, 14 Jul 2012 23:04:00 -0500

Take your soul
Wind up
And throw it way out on the ocean
Just to see if it can swim
(It can)

Need Water.

Fri, 13 Jul 2012 17:36:00 -0500

The hardest way to get a woman
Is to want her more than anything.
When your whole happiness hinges
On her willingness to be your everything
Her instinct is escape.
She is not the foundation to your future home
Nor the sun that makes your vines grow.
Forget about her.

But if you relinquish your mad desire
And just dance to dance
She’ll pursue you
And so will every other woman on the floor.
Trust me.
There’s nothing more attractive to a woman
Than a man who doesn’t need her.
Need water.
You’ll live without her.
Know this and she’s yours.

Till then
Just dance.

Somewhere in that crowdI bumped into Buddha.He was drinkingWhatever beer was on saleAnd he was...

Sun, 17 Jun 2012 10:38:50 -0500

Somewhere in that crowd
I bumped into Buddha.
He was drinking
Whatever beer was on sale
And he was jamming out.
He had this big grin on his face
I guess because he loves bluegrass music.
I didn’t get to ask him anything
Just smiled and nodded as I passed by.
He closed his eyes and swayed.

In my air conditioned living roomOn my bookshelfNext to my potted aloeMy house cat sleeps.In her...

Tue, 12 Jun 2012 02:06:00 -0500

In my air conditioned living room
On my bookshelf
Next to my potted aloe
My house cat sleeps.

In her dream
She springs upon
The young gazelle
Teeth ripping through warm flesh
Her furrough stained
Red with prey.

What do you dream, my cat?
Africa.

Knowing youI am walking atop cloudsAbove birdsAbove all horizons.With my arms outstretchedI shoot...

Sun, 10 Jun 2012 13:04:00 -0500

Knowing you
I am walking atop clouds
Above birds
Above all horizons.
With my arms outstretched
I shoot lightning.

But when the adrenaline wears off
I am at a standstill
With thin air.
And I think:
“I am going to fall.
And when I hit the ground
My back will shatter
And I will be a puddle.”

But suddenly
I see the sun
Hanging there without trying
Burning with a fire so honest
Because it’s all it knows to do.

And I let go of fear
And I stop trying.
I become hot.
And I rise
Above the sun
Above the galaxies
Into new space.

And I burn away every virtue
Every vice
Every aspect of myself.
And all that is left when these things are gone
Is love so pure
Its only wisdom
Is to shine.

Lost sailors find their ways.
Dreamers move out of their cities.
Astronomers measure an expanding universe.
And you see beauty glistening in your eyes.
A star shines to you.

Water Prayer

Fri, 08 Jun 2012 02:42:00 -0500

May we be carried along
Led to where we need to end up.
May all the tumultuous times be
Earth breaking
Being carried along the same stream
That takes us.
May we carry little pieces
Of all we come across
And spread seeds to wetter fields
Where flowers and fruit

Listen to the stream.
May it remind us
That dancing light is
A rippling reflection.
That this moment is fluid.
That we are moving
Rushing, Roaring, Streaming
That inside us
We flow.
We beat water.

May we be fresh
And clean
So that generations may gain
From our present spring.
May we drink
And be hydrated.

Water Prayer.

How many lives ago was itWhen I was your sister?Was it last time around?When I was your slave?When...

Thu, 07 Jun 2012 01:54:47 -0500

How many lives ago was it
When I was your sister?

Was it last time around?
When I was your slave?
When what you said go’ed?
When I baked your bread?
When you ate well?

Was it when I crawled on all fours?
When you flew faster than a flash?
When I caught you on a zip tongue
Capture. And you were mine?

Was it when you sang the sweetest
Song among all birds at the
Bird convention. And I was
Your prize?

Or was it just now?
When I fell in love with you?
And put all the lessons I learned
To use in achieving some
…
Forget it.

I love you.
I love you.

I love you.

Road Trip Final Score

Tue, 05 Jun 2012 22:10:11 -0500

Vultures - 149
Cops - 10

VULTURES WIN!

Road Trip Day Three

Tue, 05 Jun 2012 22:08:39 -0500

Last night I slept with no bed
Camped with no tent.
The picnic table was hard
But the ground was wet with rain.
So for the night
The table under the roof was my home.

I woke many times
Stirred by the weeee-ooo-weee-ooo
Of midnight cicadas
And the constant cricket jig.
And again at four AM
When unexpected silence
Pulled my ear drums inside out.

And all of it was glorious
Because I live the way of the cactus.
Through tribulation I blossom
And on the roughtest bed
I am ALIVE!

Road Trip Day Two

Tue, 05 Jun 2012 22:05:07 -0500

   I have to write nor while there’s still light. I’m camped out at Burns Park in North Little Rock. And I forgot my tent. All I have is a dirty blanket from my trunk. I don’t mind except that I was planning on sleeping under the stars, and rain is coming. The manager of this RV park is letting me sleep under this outdoor pavilion. He’s a nice old man who lives with his wife in a trailer home in the park. his wife is on a breathing machine and watches a lot of tv. They don’t know that my Sonic cup is full of Red Stripe.

   This morning I played a disc golf course in Little Rock. It was very short, but well organized. Met a couple there throwing who told me about this park. “Best disc golf in the state!” they proclaimed. So I made it to a Bux and used their internet to figure out how to get here.

   Little Rock is your average city with tall buildings and pavement everywhere. And I didn’t see much need to stay there. But North Little Rock is like its little sister who left home to join a hippy commune. I found a dope comic shop with L.O.S.H. gems, two art galleries, sweet fountains, and genuinely nice people. And Burns Park.

   North Little Rock is a seperate city across the Arkansas River- the same river where I make my home in Kansas. The river is much more sensational here. It’s wider, stronger. From its rushing waters you can see mountains on the horizon- totally opposite my home. However, like in Wichita, the river is lined on both sides with bicycle trails. And both places bridge the river with pedestrian tourist paths. But since the river is so big here, the bridge is three times longer than the Keeper of the Plains. And it’s steep and crowded. You have to apply your brakes on the downhill half so you don’t hit walkers- which is too bad because you can FLY down that sucker!

   Maybe I’ll check out the bridge again in the morning. I’ll probably be up at dawn since I’m sleeping on a picnic table with no pillow. I forgot bedding but remembered frisbees and the bike. It’s like being a kid again. I guess that’s what vacation is for.

   Also, drinking beer through a straw sucks. It gets all heady in your mouth.

   NO MORE LIGHT!

Road Trip Day One

Thu, 31 May 2012 22:44:24 -0500

My car keeps track of miles traveled. But I am not a machine. I track my progress by counting vultures.

Vultures. Scavenging on death. Celebrating every armadillo crushed under eighteen wheels. Where there are vultures, there are surely dead things. But where there are dead things, there were live things. Myself to be included. And so with each vulture I count, I am closer to death. And am readier for it since I’ve driven this flight path- Doing just what I want the way that I love.

At nineteen vultures past, Bum Fuck Egypt steals Bohemian Rhapsody from my radio as I cross the border to Missouri- The state that bore me from its River Loins. And still I can smell its wetness- A fragrance we don’t get much in arid Kansas. But the dripping womb of Missouri is brief as the sprawling wilderness of Arkansas’s Ozarks beckon me like a cougar at a karaoke bar.

And ho! Twenty-seven vultures later I am seduced! Arkansas! I am yours! Take me! You are a freshman in college and I am your gay experiment! Take me this night and ravage me. The cumulus fractus clouds that have played host to my birds- That have speckled my horizons. I see before me ROARING hills full of life and dream and possibility. And I see shadows of the clouds drifting across the forest mountains. And I am the cloud and the shadow and the trees and the rivers. And I am led across bridges high above valleys. And through tunnels far below the windy peaks. Through and through and

One hundred and seven vultures deep. I am in Little Rock. I don’t know yet what the city has to offer me since it is dark. But in this motel room alone I find seven unopened bottles of beer. And I am happy. And I write.

Good night.

I am FREE!Free to ride my bikeWith no shirt onAnd blind passing driversWith my mirror white...

Thu, 24 May 2012 12:28:03 -0500

I am FREE!
Free to ride my bike
With no shirt on
And blind passing drivers
With my mirror white skin.
Free to deafen pedestrians
With the biggest blackest voice
My lungs can muster
- Your love keeps lifting me higher -
A freedom I didn’t have to fight for
Because I am free to be at peace
A freedom that is my birth rite as an individual.
And every label is ripped off my mattress
And my bed bleeds cotton.
I am FREE!
On my bicycle in traffic
On the sidewalk
Free to wail
Free to be sad
Free to starve
Free to sleep
Free to lift my hands to heaven
And yell:
I AM FREE!

Stop Searching

Sat, 19 May 2012 10:34:03 -0500

If you search for me
I won’t be found.
I’m sorry I can’t help you right now.
You’re on your own.
Don’t worry
You can swim.

I’m fighting demons.
Wrestling. Earning scars.
You don’t want to be here
And I surely don’t want you to see me
When the blue in my eyes is
Not the calming ocean flow you’ve come to know
But the apex of heat -
The blue loathing fire So dry.

Lie on your back and float
Relax where you are.
I’ll tend to you when I’m able.
When I win I’ll be your champion.
When I lose I’ll be nothing new
And we can go on as we do
Until I disappear again.
Just be satisfied.
Stop searching.
Go home.