March 2012
2 posts
February 2012
5 posts
still life (for Robert Mapplethorpe)
behind every nude body hid a dream of such life such brilliance illuminated by the quick click of a shutter such lust portrayed for eternity and every hidden desire brought out into the open in shapes of white and black only if the moment could have lasted a little longer only if such inspiration could work its way into the pain but it’s not about that no it’s about life the beauty...
Rose delivered desire Like a daring dove opened To the endless skies But I couldn’t shake Penelope off of my sleeve She followed me around Like an incurable disease No matter how hard I tried To keep the two apart They always seemed to cross paths At the most inopportune times I had to dive into the depths Of my shadow to avoid the misery Which was sure to befall them Perhaps they could have...
Dear Patti,
In my poems
We are both 22
And living in the Chelsea Hotel
We share a bed on the 2nd floor
And watch Armageddon materialize on 23rd st.
As the mystery of the muse
Murders us perfectly someplace beyond the real
An emaciated kid approached me on the street today. I shunned him away after telling him that he needed to spend his time worrying about the religious views of politicians and not about food. Who can think about eating during times like these?
January 2012
11 posts
How come the Presidential election is starting to feel like an episode of Keeping Up With The Kardashians? Do we not have the technology now to design a computer to run the country? We wouldn’t have to dwell on the fact that the computer pays a lower tax rate than we do, nor would we have to worry about it being a closet Muslim. And it wouldn’t cheat on its wife, throwing us all into a...
missing the train
after 2 glasses of absinthe
i astral projected to another plane
i remember catching a train
and seeing a cute girl leading us
into the car
i ran in as the doors were closing
she gave me a push to ensure
i did not get stuck in their steel teeth
as the train pulled away
i turned to look at her
as she wept in the depot
she has been on my mind all day
i wonder what happened to her
and if...
your man performing mistakes
in the dark of a room
where many promises
were concieved
and then killed
dragged thru the mud
leaving a trail of blood
in its agonizing wake
he speaks your name
everything else is forgotten
the lights come on
and you realize the truth
of your mistake
but by then it’s too late
to redeem yourself to
those who tried to influence
you with confident...
“There ain’t no drug
That’s gonna give you another start
And there...”
– Joseph Arthur
Running away
Has always
Been easy
Almost as easy
As learning not
To love
I was born fucked
I battled that figure
For more than it
Was ever worth
Let the needle roll
Until the groove runs out
Silence hits
More powerful than
The storm of seventeen
Saxophones sweeping the
Perimeter
Let’s get drunk
Tear this shit down
And celebrate the
End
October 2011
1 post
August 2011
4 posts
“Are you still alive?
Open your eyes upon this summer blackout
You know the...”
– Henry Rollins
It’s amazing how remembering a simple dream can inspire you throughout the day. Dreams are like seeds from heaven planted in us by unsuspecting angels during the night and we’re forced to watch them blossom into greatness over the course of the day.
July 2011
3 posts
Chelsea Hotel #707
I am sitting on the floor of room 707 in the Chelsea Hotel with my laptop, Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds’ Nocturama and a stick of Moldavite incense and came up with this little thing. Still needs some polishing but it gets the message across. Oh, after I wrote the line about the world’s oldest man (of the time, 1988,) the lamp behind me flickered. Coincidence?
The old guitar guy...
Willem de Kooning met me tonight
in the midst of a plume of
charcoal ash I blew off of
a drawing I was woking on
he explained the importance of
figures
how to kill the critic
with simplicity
and how to chase women
into the dawn by capturing
them on a canvas
“Exaggerate their breasts,” he said
before moving on to another
hopeless artist
June 2011
1 post
Just got the green light to organize an art show/ silent auction at work to benefit Children’s Miracle Network. Will be open for the public in the next week or 2. Details are still being sorted. Gonna be amazing, fo’ realz.
May 2011
11 posts
getting back into the swing of things editing poetry all night for my new book it’s gonna be a sure hit no doubt about it i confided to the Egyptian relics at the art museum and they told me to pursue these words well into the dawn but the birds chirping outside of my window are telling me i need to be in bed
confusing a blank stare for a feeling hand something to run alongside in the dark something to push up desires which have settled over the sun you let yourself go to the best man you decided against the wind blowing your hair through golden summer meadows lost in the wonder of afternoon or brought back before the call of dawn coffee and eggs let the kiss last a little too long and burn the toast...
I’m getting over you now Every day finds things a bit clearer The rumors of the affair have quieted down Your ghost no longer lingers close To me at night when I’m alone I’ve given you up I’ve shunned your throne The princess to my heart Longer you’re not I only wish we could have said things better Before you had to go I gave up your shadow a little too late This...
the luck of gold suns bending light (sank low even) but easier to wait in this for m s wrapped and discarded motioned helpless in di(stress) but scarlet still silver rings smooth fingers finding things kisses at night under street lights drunks (s)hit i lost it you were there and introduced that garden of innumerable loves to me once again where so many good things g r o w until they’re old...
Dear stranger I let your slight grin affect me more than the weather It stirred the ravaged debris of longing which had settled in my stomach last winter into some sort of recognizable structure she would have been proud of Thank you, dear stranger for helping bring about the realization of roses coupled with lust You achieved this with a smile which could mend nations should the need arise I will...
April 2011
8 posts
Astral Projecting
I astral projected for the first time the other night. I have been listening to subliminal programs off and on for a while now but was too scared to go through with them. I found myself in a detached, deeply relaxed state after 10-15 minutes of listening and was too apprehensive to continue and would always force myself back into full consciousness. I feel asleep 2 nights ago at 4 am and awoke at...
sunshinesmile
The shape of the sun is buried in your smile Where, with the beat of bongos and the Strum of classical guitar, you find solitude And offer yourself with such simple ease I lucked upon your smile and ride your words Well into the dawn where you wait with arms wide open Thank you for the chance to start again And help me regain what was once thought lost Admist the ruins of these forgotten lines
“In the Dark of Graveyard Chatter
In the dark of grave yard chatter
In the...”
– Joseph Arthur
“I remember when I moved in you,
And the holy dove, she was moving too,
And...”
– Leonard Cohen
Tonight
I put aside my fears I let love win It took a little patience Some candles And a willing heart She crept inside during the ceremony And placed this gift on a shelf Where the painful reminder of Your absence had once sat
You’re everything the world has to offer Everything the stars dream of The promise of the universe A gentle love wielding the sword of Fate And pointing it toward the future I will be your shield, Rose To protect you from the bad Just promise to keep me by your side I cannot afford to lose you a third time
March 2011
4 posts
the daisy
the daisy you wore in your hair last halloween is still beside my bed perched on the windowsill like a lost bug it’s in bad shape now time has not treated it’s features kindly yet it remains happy as it once lingered so close to you
Love, Light and Her
I found that peace tonight The peace I thought I had forgotten But it was beside me all of the time Wishing I would reach out for it And take it back in Sometimes it takes a swift kick Of sadness to realize that the world Can be cold when you lose sight And even then, that sadness is Nothing but an illusion It’s another moment of growth Disguised in a different shape For which I am grateful...
Golden Trust
I can still taste the mercy you showed During those evenings not so long ago Where we sat up until dawn like teenagers Wasting time without the fear of danger Your grace grew greater by the second As I would close my eyes And trace your face with my fingers And even though you’re gone Your presence still lingers Next to those paintings of us Two lovers destined to dust Until we rise up again...
“When we stop judging and identifying with things, the events of life can then be...”
– Petra Schneider/ Gerhard K. Pieroth, Light Beings Master Essences