the fringes of suburbia

on the fringes of suburbia

on the fringes of suburbia
where the winter lasts till
summer
then just starts again
don't wanna be too far away
just wants to rest and stay
at home
she's damned of she does
and she's
damned if she just can't
do it anymore
from the outside looking in
she works she laughs she sins..
looking at his life
from the fringes of suburbia

she don't wanna flip burgers
she don't want to be president
she jes' likes his bran new four wheeled
thing
to get around in

that's all she wants to do
(hell really)
is
just be at home a hangin'
with her man

(but he's a mother fucker
a really big asshole
he used to be a porn star
and now he's just too old
he thinks he's the queen of Sheba
he thinks he’s the King of France
and
he's a really
big
asshole
asshole
asshole
he thinks he's the great Alexander
he thinks he's the SolRa god
still he's just
a really
really
really really

stinky scary
gross and hairy

(whisper, hissing, mocking, laughing):
shhhhhhit
he's a
yep you guessed it

now, go back to the top!

callyump

callyum callyump callyump
the horse are over the hump
the paddocks ready
the grass is stady
callyump callyump callyump

today we are moving the saddles
the tac and the grain and the hay
the day will be filled to the waddles
with moving the horses this way

we load them into the trailor
they ride for a distance or two
they leave all their friends they are sailors
moving from here to the blue

callyum callyump they will gallop
around their new grassy home
callyump callyump in the balence
where not one buffalo roams

they're stuck in their places for summer
then winter they move back again
callyump callump they are horses
dreaming of a freedom that's been

wisteria

she climbs toward the sun
she struggles with the forest
looking for light
she does not give in
up up always up
stretching
looking deep
deep down
for nourishment
at times
in winter
she sleeps
dreaming of lavender
and sun
my window is lonely without her
my soul
aging
finds solace
knowing that all things
sleep
are reborn
streatching aways
toward the sun
looking deep
down
where sustinance
lies
waiting

memorial

i remember

i remember you
your many faces
you faces of bliss and sorrow
your faces of longing, dread
ripping laughter
unimaginable grief

i remember you
baby drooling love
caressing
swinging rope
love
high into the trees
i remember you
in your pea green boat
holding you sword
aloft
i have the power
you shout
i remember you singing bubble
bathtub memory

i remember you
knowing i had fled
into the darkness of
my dissapointment

i remember you
dancing singing
clownhat volare'

i remember you weeping
basement hardship
money failing
hardship

i remember smiling
love
from your last bed
i remeber you
my cheek kissed
closing my door
gone

i remember you
your lips
your arms
your sighing
your must
your soft

i remeber you
in corners
in forbidden resteraunts
and bars
in
hidden motels
in
the heart of my traffic

i remeber you
loving me
your hair

i remeber you
strong
confident
shipping out to terrible
war
my brother

i remember you
whiskey driven
hero

i remember you
all of you
all

you have passed though my life
like memories
like now

i remember now
how thankful
to have
touched you
to have
heard your voices
to have shared
fought
loved
sought
craved
and
known you

the you of my life
your music
your song
i remember
i do
i remember
and
i am grateful

Honeysuckle Wind

honeysuckle wind
cold may evening
i am
rich with expectation

waters blow like spirits
moving

singing

here
i am
a shadow in time
a small interpretation

O how my breath goes
how excitement fills me
i breathe
i walk
i see
i hear
i taste the wind
and she takes me
she envelopes me
touches
my deepest prt

sitting there
way
up
a grace
soft on my wind
shares
possibilities
a carrion bird
black against the sky

it is amazing
i have been there

navigating

in
another dream

(she stood upon a colorado mountian top
loveland pass i remember
she said as she
gathered herself
at eighty
now i know what breathtaking means)

my breath is snatched away
for an instant
into the V
of horse pound brook
a tree shadow
V

night sounds

the she wind howls
chills me homeward
where
my love
lies
sleeping safe

another dream
takes
her

i dream of my dream
under a dark canopy
carressing trees

amber

now i sit
imagining
a
memory
of

endless
time

dream on

Shakespeare's Ghost

he says that there is no return to earth
he says thats why he will not kill himself
but hamlet sees his father with his friends
long after his demise at at his uncles hand

my ghosts appear as shakespear's: in the dawn
when rem has taken over my long rest
just as the roosters crow at four am
when all the world seems resting 'fore the day

i dream of some familiar places hence
that take on visions of some ancient trails
where sparcely monyed friends live out their days
in poverty content with their lives fates

i can fly and breathe under the water
or soar above a fruited plain not known
i have visions not those i desire
or am i afraid of sprites i live with there

ghosts of those who've gone before are with me
ghosts i've never known are there as well
sometimes i dont' know if i've gone to heaven
or placed in some benign and holy well

shakespear's ghost reminds me of the known
described as something not at all right there
do we go to that place of the haunting
or simply disappear into the air

been a while

work is someting that comes and goes
like the new that soon gets old
like a life of a fresh new rose
who's petals fall when time erodes

i have lived a life of fun
the work i do is on the run
fleeting past the starting gun
to a place of some then none

i'm not done not by a ways
i still have my bills to pay
i'm not about to turn to clay
i'm living now and for today

i don't give up that's not my style
i'll freat and moan for a little while
i keep on jumping off the pile
and run until there's no more miles

so bring it on i will survive
i'll do it well i'll stay alive
until the pearly gates arrive
the end of work i will deny

rooster and hawk

my roosters crow is silent this morning at dawn
in the forest a red tailed hawk is on task
waiting for breakfast or supper out on the lawn
thinking that he will dine on a chicken at last

dudley my rooster takes good care of his girls
he makes sure that they're safe from the clutches of harm
he watches the skies for the danger above him that swirls
as he flaps his wings and sings out his threat'ning alarm

the drama is high as the rooster and hawk face each other
the hawk ever patient while dudley stands tall at his guard
the air is all tense as the silent war ever hovers
the hawk in the maple the rooster sharp eyed in the yard

the drama is thick as i stand at my window and wonder
the hawk or the rooster, which one will make the first blunder

running the roses

roses running
in glimmer and dash
for the limit
don't see the end
finish coming swiftly
horse thunder
steam rising
early morning dream
image of winning
running
with
heart of joy
spirit of light
being of grace
life of knowing
only one point
only one vision
only one fullness
only one all
for the children
for the companion
for the earth who made me
for the spirit who takes me
i go like love
to the starting line

old man garden

old man garden sifts through his soil
he can feel the scent
taste the color

he looks into his
storehouse where
he remembers, patches streaks and jumps
his senses roar
he wells up
sits
catches sight of a green bird

his memory is gone

for an instant

big drops
golden rain
splash like leaf
off his forhead
cheeks
lips
hands

he watches
for a while
"devils beatin' his wife"
he hears himself
the rain moves quick
fairy skipping
light giving
puddle bombing
rain
he breaths it in
ahhhhh life
each breath
every beat
each glimpse
a
gift

he stands
catches his eye
holding on a window of glass

"who are you"

he kicks at the soil a little
remembering
that
it ... the earth
welcomes him
always

"would you look at that..."

the
tiniest white bloom
alone
on the edge of his hoe line
holding
for life
for dear life

the beauty of it
the innocence

"death"

a mutter
he heard it

standing in the furrow

"well i'll be.."

he hears himself chuckle


"it's fine all fine"

he smiles a little

takes a few strides

swings in

closes his door

rain

in sheets

not in me

not in me
today
not in me
no patience
feeling
a bit
boo hoo
oh it's
lousy to
brood
to be angry
at
what

my thoughts
scavage
like
moles in the night
for
me to be right

is it me
truly
who poses
and frets
who blames and regrets
who
makes stupid
bets
is it this
me
who
loves not
being
alone
and then
is a shit
to the companion
sometime
or
am i just
an old
grouch
who
like a louse in a pillow
bites its own warmth

prophecy

the truth
is hiding
covered with
fear
fear of daddy
fear of mom
or
sister mary
or
father boone
or rabbi
jergens
or
fear of fear

armies are assembled and ready
the faithful
hold their
holy books
wholly
the politicians pose
for power
the night looms
the winds
rancid breath
sings its longing

where
is my country
are my heros
who will
show the emporor
who is the child who is
speaking
"he is empty"
"they are fear"

the soul knows
the spirit of
love

is

not recognised
in full view
like a beacon
on this crowded
sea

love still sings
love
shouts
love
dances being
it holds the cure
gleaming
like thunder

love
waits

and

love
is
winning

it is

after all

mayday

mayday

mayday