the sky is grey slate
and i am thinking about change.
there is beauty in these imperfections,
the scattered leaves littered on the steps
the days of stubble on my cheek
the inertia that grips me on uncertain days.
the flakes fall now thicker and thicker
and i cannot hide in fear.
this is natural, just as
shivering when cold
laughing when tickled
crying when injured. Continue reading Wabi-Sabi →

i am #0040466866.
a possibility in my pocket…
march 4 2002
might not change my life.
already the bell has been rung–
dorje sacred cleansing thunderbolt
striking goddess shakti bowl of life.
i live like thunder
flash like lightning
now is stillness as before a storm. Continue reading Either/Or →

i was in the basement that morning
when the country shook
and three shots got heard
around the world
while a fourth thudded dully
into the flesh of the earth
but there i was
in the basement and safe
from the outside world
devoid of dangers
from planes
or terror
or information Continue reading Just A Word →

(for AFB)

and so one morning i came down to this:
him laying there in the half-light,
his nakedness barely creeping from under the cloth,
face frozen like seraphim in stained glass–
and i, who would lie down in the filth of the ages;
recalling other times, places, temperatures,
and temperaments,
thinking fondly of times less distinct,
i might then have closed the door
to forsake the cold life outside,
covering his familiar innocence
in a blanket of warmth
from my heart– Continue reading Upon Discovery Of Him, Unconscious →

lifting the weight
pressed across my chest
is the only way to forget–
your walls were too high here for me
but the screens, too thin for you.
so in a fury of vintage clothing
and guarded spaces,
you trundled back
across the country
leaving a feeling,
never-really-tried. Continue reading Gold Rush →

white rabbit sits and watches time run past,
sees the parade reeling down the rabbit-hole.
he hops nervously from foot to foot,
checks his watch,
and ponders how people come and go
in the strangest ways
here. Continue reading Menagerie →

a hand that cannot touch,
a life that cannot hide,
a kiss that cannot happen
because reality is distance.
tasks i cannot perform,
feelings i cannot tell,
a heart that cannot beat
for whoever i wish.
if life is lived by limitations
it might end
by accident.

this song always makes me think of you, now.

maybe it will forever:
today as she plays i can still remember her voice on the television as we kissed and kissed and kissed some more.

i spent two hours on Napster trying to find the songs that played as you slept next to me, snoring softly in post-coital contentment.
your skin. god, your skin. Continue reading Because It’s Pop →

homeless man
who smells worse than sour milk
held right under your nose
used to come in every day
and buy one cup
with his scraped-up change
fell asleep every day
on the same black velvet couch
homeless man
got sent away every day
by one angry choking employee
who was usually me
“Febreze” was applied to the couch
after his departure each day
to take away the smell
and the memory Continue reading Fencing →

I stand and stare at the landscapes;
my eyes darting
from The Olive Trees to the cypress,
from the muted day to The Starry Night.
I have hunted for this moment
in two countries and two states
(three if you count the mushrooms in Amsterdam),
and now my gaze is pulled
from one canvas to the other, repeatedly.
I cannot help but notice
His obvious awareness of the energy’s flow
throughout these views of the world;
the harmonic unity of objects imagined to be separate– Continue reading Ode To Vincent →