subtle juxtapositions

8th

Monday, June 8th, 2009 | subtle juxtapositions | No Comments

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we who thrive on chaos,
must take the time
to make our own mercy
…addicted at birth to disaster,
scared to life & left to the wolves w/the
best intentions,
head wrapped in a swaddling of lies,
conditioned to turmoil, shot thru w/ doubt
…we must try to find that place
where even
we
are still
…to borrow the strength from peter to pay paul,
tap the trees that hold up the sky,
sit patiently while the buckets fill up
…we make our own mercy,
for no one else’s will do
…the only forgiveness for the likes of us
is that w/ which we gift ourselves

new poetry album 4 sale!

Monday, June 8th, 2009 | news&Events | No Comments

barry harold & i stayed up all the way thru late on to early
alla buzzing 2 hear the boidz scream
in the only green there is in ‘the brewery’,
the cement artist’s oasis off the 5 in L.A.’s lincoln heights
…we recorded the birds, & some bird poems,
which you can make yer own in the form of
a CD, an mp3 album, individual mp3 tracks,
or even ringtones & teeShirts
@ our onLine ‘audioLife’ store  …enjoy!

7th

Sunday, June 7th, 2009 | links - places2go, subtle juxtapositions | No Comments

6th

Saturday, June 6th, 2009 | subtle juxtapositions | No Comments

*06.06.2009*
…there has been gambling
& dancing on the deck,
the ladies fan themselves
& still kick up their heels
…the crew’s shot fulla holes,
stoking the boilers, routing the steam,
heading to the edge of the horizon,
helmsman drunk,
1^st mate mean
& stupid
…below the captain sits
at the lonely limits of his strength,
at the grey dawn of the endgame, he
tallies nearly ½ a century’s worth
of receipts
& small change
…no great sin or saving,
no possessions or progeny,
just some scattered notes on hangovers
& fever dreams stuffed into the brazier

5th

Friday, June 5th, 2009 | subtle juxtapositions | No Comments

*communiqué*
…we shout at each other from
atop sky scrapers in faded polaroids
of our home towns; i’m on the sears tower,
god only knows where you are,
high on drama & endorphins

…choking you, smothering me,
shivering, teeth chattering, we try some more
…smothering me, choking you,
huffing hysterics & serotonin

…screaming & waving & throwing
ropes from opposite banks of
a swollen, rushing river of gasoline;
‘…gotta match?’ we each yell into the roar,
neither hearing the other,
rolling on delirium & adrenalin

…on the far, far ends of love

4th

Thursday, June 4th, 2009 | subtle juxtapositions | No Comments

*repair steps; 1 thru 3*
1. separate the loose thread from the rest of the weave,
be careful not to pull on it too much
2. using a sharp scissors or razor blade,
cut it off as close to the garment as you dare
3. smooth it out & hope for the best

[always resist the urge to fashion a loose thread into a noose]

3rd

Wednesday, June 3rd, 2009 | subtle juxtapositions | No Comments

* just daring us to*
they keep speaking to me in shades of
comfort, tho pain, is my 1^st language,
crossing my eyes & peeling my heart
…understand; i am predisposed
to these knots of probability as
a flower turning to face the
sun  …i could tell you
everything, but
i don’t want
to know

…mercy is in the treads,
& grace is on the grill

2nd

Tuesday, June 2nd, 2009 | subtle juxtapositions | No Comments

*6/2/09*
grunting when bending over,
sighs at the end of the day,
a certain amount of
pain is
our lot

…you should be grateful; yer great
great great great great great great
grandad went out to fetch some water,
& fell down a well;
dead on accounta his far sightedness,
& you got those nice glasses

…we breathe thru the fabric of
an ever present ache

…past trauma & present stress,
scar tissue souvenirs, stuffed & mounted
heads hang in the halls & wings of the
mansions of our bodies

…think of the odd pride
in a badly healed
crooked
finger

1st

Monday, June 1st, 2009 | subtle juxtapositions | No Comments

*6/1/09*

so far this morning,

we got hummingbirds on the catwalk,

& super models in the evergreens

…we got power tools & train yards underfoot,

& non-stop ambient cement noise

…we got small talk bouncing off satellites,

& sciatic nerves shooting sparks

…we got distraction at our fingertips,

& 230 new souls under the atlantic

an organization 4 creatives

Tuesday, May 12th, 2009 | news&Events | No Comments

introducing  -this- organization:
the center for consciousness creativity
http://www.consciouscreatives.net/

in which i hold the titles;
‘poet in residence’ & ‘minister of sub-culture’, i urge
you to check out the site,
connect w/ those individuals that intrigue you,
join up if you wish,
& attend any of the events that grab you