Sunday, June 19, 2011

six nineteen, princess to luke as they walk the sky

you are the book i want to read
you are the dough i want to knead
you are the bread i want to bake
you are the love i want to make
you are the song i want to sing
you are the bell i want to ring
you are the word i want to spell
you are the thirst i want to quell
you are the noun i want to verb
you are the "green" i want to "herb"
you are the bud i want to smoke
you are the sadness i will cloak
with my heart's fire that you stoke
like my desire, as i choke
away my tears.
why aren't you here?

Thursday, June 9, 2011

should i or not?

ink sinks in skin
thinking thoughts
would i want this ypsilon and lambda
for as long as i have my arm?
or feel that dragon leaning in?

how ugly will it wrinkle?

maybe i won't live long enough to see
it lose elasticity
loosening epidermis turning "Welcome to Johannesburg and have a nice holiday" into "Wendy"

my thinking turns to death and dying

i saw a dead body today
wearing a leather jacket
but no helmet
motorcycle in the right lane on the glen

for some, death comes like that
unprepared
as we think about the next move, the next thought, the next step,
and plan ahead
blind to what we are facing that ends all brain activity

but is it really so?

do we really need all this cerebral mass to make it through 80 years of life?

if there are 80% left unused, why are they there?
who is so smart that they know we are not using them?

i don't believe it.
who says we don't post mortem?

access our spiritual world?

or, like (F)free (T)thought taught, the way we KNOW
by intuition or instinct or the thing yet to be named?

what if this is the mass to connect, to tap into each other
to find each other lifetime after l i f e   t i m e ?
what if this is where we attach to the after and before
cling to parallel universes and their dwellers?


so i am less concerned if there is danger in ink sinking into skin
more so if i will remember the time i try to immortalize
and if i will find my spirit guide 
once my eyes dry up and crystallize


because right now, this very moment, life, in all its glorious opportunity
is just one step on the way
i know there is more
i hope you can walk with me a bit
after we pass through this door

unafraid of tomorrow

and if we do
ink our fingers
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alt:





so i am less concerned if ink sinking into skin is bringing ill with that pin
will i remember the time i am trying to immortalize
will i  find my spirit guide once my eyes
dry up?



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Sunday, June 5, 2011

king caught


king taught me
taut lines can be loosed
unhooked
stop fighting
swim to her who set the hook
let her have all the line
she’ll think you’re gone,
befuddled
she’ll loosen her grip,
then jump out
flip right
pull left
throw the hook right back at her
and let the stream carry you down
rest a moment
gather your strength
and swim back upstream
to another hole
hang still
she will
get tired
too
and boat away

king taught me taut lines are the ki
to landing kings
hook set
reel down
stay strong
tip up
reel down more
tighten line
feet on floor
solid stance
romance
this rooster with a sirene’s song
plucked on a string of nylon
in g as it looms above water
human fish nexus
until guide nets us
both.

is this struggle fair?
a forty pounder giving me
a run for onefifty
twelve minutes full body workout
and about ten good meals to share

no catch and release
for this fisherwoman!