Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Ride

in the half-light half-baked morning
said our goodbyes, watched the street
signs blurred by distance fold over
the horizon.
car tires grinding snow
to slush and forgiving the road
for beating back.
neck bent to the wind hurling against us
as we hurled ourselves against the great
green kansas tallgrass.
blacktop unfurled behind us stretched beside
and inside the lines, lions teeth chewed
the rubber, spit out a constant hum.

Monday, January 17, 2011

the apricots are coming!

kinder hands stand on their own
let me be a magician
a magic man that can hold back his smile
and drop it on you like a ten pound sack of rice
i don't want to rush to judgements
or judge the rushes that grow along the river
the horse tails and catnip slipping into the pool
just down past the junction, where the crooked moon hangs all night
like a vagrant light that steals beauty from the still pines
shouldered like a soldier's musket
tightening the belt, adding new notches
spring won't be coming round here no.
it won't be filteing the coolness out of the air
the ice out of the fog
the lightning strikes hair splitting end of the world
is coming
is falling tomorrow
on the beginning of the last march, or last aprils apricots
rotting.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

monsters of time

there's green eyed monsters
and brown eyed monsters
and lovers who don't know your name

there's time to be changing
and times to be changed
and neither can be re-arranged

theres scribbled down wishes
and played out day dreams
and chased down ideas of self

theres lies to remember
and truths to engender
of portents to somebody else

so time runs you over
but time don't get bolder
it simply stays the same

and it washes across you
til you lose all consciousness
and fight to regain it again

but you can't fight the darkness
and you can't guard the light
you just watch them both do their thing

and you keep your hope distant
so it won't have an instant
to creep up and hurt you again

oh, there's green eyed monsters
and brown eyed monsters
and lovers who forget your name

and there's times to be changin'
and there's times to be changed
and these two can't be re-arranged