Friday, June 26, 2009

Three Things (Solid)

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Self Portrait

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

A Picture of Something


Sunday, June 21, 2009

New News

I'm in the new issue of the very cool Sixth Finch. So that's a nice thing.
Also, this coming week, Monday thru Friday, is my week to happily, and sexily, 
stay at the No Tell Motel. So you should swing by for a couple of beers and 
a foot rub.

Friday, June 19, 2009

Good News

People, I have good news 
which I will identify in the future.
People, good news is always
very good, especially when it is 
actually being made.
Even in the future, good news
has a ring to it that is good.
If I meet you in the future, when 
the good news is no longer new
and the goodness of it seems 
understood, admit to yourself
that I am lucky.
Move your mouth in such a fashion
so as to indicate you have 
featured this thought in your mind.
Ah, now is better too.
People, the words don't exactly express
it, but they do give it an intricate shape. 
This news might appear to be 
a funky dinosaur but really it
is still invisible, goofy. 

Saturday, June 13, 2009


Wanted to acknowledge
that life is going

and yet still I can't
seem to find
a life that
isn't there yet

Yes, you are right
the night
I am mooning is

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Lyrics by Woody Guthrie

from memory, the 1st verse or so of "She Came Along to Me" from Mermaid Avenue:

Ten thousand books I could write you about her
because I felt if I could know her I could know all women
and they've not been too well know for planning and organized thinking
but I'm sure the women are equal and they may be ahead of the men.

But I wouldn't spread such a rumor around because one organizes the other.
Sometimes the most lost and wasted attract the most balanced and sane.
And the wild and the reckless take up with the clocked and the time
and the mixture is all of us and we're still mixing.

But never, never, never, never could have it been done.
If the women hadn't entered into the deal
like she came along to me. 

Whether they're right or not, these are the words in my brain. I've been singing these words in my head for two days. I could say this about my mom or my wife or my daughter. One of the beautiful things about this is the way it doesn't rhyme, especially at the end, and thus the words come around as unexpectedly and beautifully as the women in my life. Did I mention how my daughter became misplaced in a crowded mall? The fear was like fear in a movie. Everything was fast and detailed. It was very jerky. And when she was replaced back into our presence, it was like this song just clicked on. 

Monday, June 08, 2009

One's Feelings about One's Experiences

When one returns from a trip, one is no longer gone,
but present again, as if some magician has been
turned inside out.
This magician is an idiot and so his gloves aren't white
and under his new trees are new weeds.
On the trip, one may experience family relationships, including
the relationship with a father, a mother, a brother, a sister-in-law,
a niece, a nephew, a wife, a daughter, a son, and perhaps
other relationships. These back-and-forths can
be classified as fulfilling or unfulfilled, hurtful or helpful.
There are many ways to categorize these episodes. One
can place them on the spectrum of a trip, or "vacation," if you will.
In malls, one may misplace their little girl
and become terrified and angry. One may mouth words like
"What the fuck?" and "What the fuck?" and "What
the fuck?" One may also mouth a saying like "What the fuck?"
Other proverbs may flash through an experience 
like bits of rice in a soup. Also, food is expensive or free.
The airplanes are very similar and the airports also
have a sort of ease about them that requires little
in terms of new processing. 
One can be grateful to be home, noting home is always better
than anywhere and noting, too, that the turtles are
still alive. Noting, also, the garden has grown and yet
the grass isn't extravagantly high. Green
is beautiful color, be it when one returns
or when one is gone. 
One can feel all colors begin to make sense.
One can all feel all sense slipping into useless color,
substituting one shade for another.
The kids sleep or do not. Cry, or do not. Eat, or do not.
Then, in a little fan of hope, one feels
the possibility that nothing is lost. That all is arrived.
That the perfect spreading of return is complete. 

Monday, June 01, 2009


I am wanting to add pictures to the blog but my new computer
is still confusing to me. I get distracted by the TV and know that
I have family waiting in the distance.
I would swell my computer skills but I'm not going to.
There are always reasons that require more and more explanation. Still,
my images remain un-imaged. My soft visuals
don't float across the grid.
These empty eyeballs cannot be eaten.
Their emptiness is always very skinny and never even seen!