Poetry

Step Lightly skidding along sorta sideways long straight object lesson of life cringing sometimes under the weight treading the surface of a maelstrom easily charred & buttered by fate fed to lions or stoned by whimsy unkind but still living on down each new present they say get a life and sometimes that's the way we feel just getting the life can take all your time but that shall be our primary focus anything else is fodder for the trees or pointed more specifically sometimes you can find change crawling thru the pews but you'll be eaten by chance unless you eat first as you skim along at orbital speed long arc of truth sweating in our labors roasted, salted, sliced by it but still stepping lightly when necessary we and the written live the life & live the dream & dream the dream especially the dream within the dream each night and take girls into deserts and speak with coyotes sit back & listen listening for the rain go quickly quietly thru the hall down the path & out into the moist day buy the food feed the girl and only she will ask, "Whatcha typin?" Irrefragable until your whole insides ache lots of illumination imaginary happiness a lonely crowd be open just like any damn factory make signs out of bird tracks a fear of flying cement hang out with people who know the value of time but know nothing about it so according to your religion you could just kill me right? forget like the very first time release all from pity until all your insides ache until the season changes but after saying all this let me refrain cut off the south half look at the light & space & half filled rooms a sure sign like when you were a dozen years younger and your neighbor saw remember? existing merely as an animal for that brief time unsanctified Whirlwind it's right where you are & it won't forget talk it over before you come see me hold back til it's too late then let it go forever tell your mother yes but pretend he doesn't know be frankly erotic or your sleep levels will never drop so low the month of June is the counterpart you seek proportional; yet in cohesion with it bearable yet very light like sand try sand painting like an indian native American let's be correct go every day to the same place listen or experience the new germination but don't spawn if we close the door we'll never hear the telephone I'll be up easing out into the drizzle running from the cliff face strolling down along the sidewalk my bag on the floor back home just wondering and being happy that it's all here sure to find a spot to sleep amongst friends sit by a wood fire like old Chinese Mexican beggars or like the telephone lines strung like totems a happy little sage wandering alone thru a crowd wondering aloud about all the boulders to surmount so gladsmiling I go saying "that's right" just going right gone going just right there going gone dharmic night of nondescribable somethingness nofingeronit ness but sadly surprisingly St. Raymond of the Dogs was there in the rain & Coyote grinned from his butte top looking down & olfactoring in all the hotdogs hamburgers fries tiny wild flowers grew in tiny rockcracks caused by the rain and nourished by sun even the sidewalk breathed and heaved just a bit & sighed easy to be free of gravity for a moment if your socks go over your knees never had a better time when the whole town & county sleeps call me I'll be up Superior Player something bitter something sweet light came up on the apple in the process of discovering even for a young one can't stand it stretching out toward it, then ascending the foothills rolling out like a fog or a carpet until he got a cramp in his calf perplexed the thud of a lion's paws on asphalt so much for all that, yet he never heard the boom was nobody's idiot scorched with pain stinging his throat as he swallowed stiffening with anger what he'd lost or left behind something salty something sour light came up on the apple a process for discovery why the old folks don't like it didn't have to work too hard no water anywhere around just kicking ability and a will to stand so much for all that, but then they misinterpreted the love-rites they never heard it coming neither did he and there it went rolling out upon the night like fog quick enough this time maybe to surprise them Tinpot fragments tight little crosses on chains beads really pits of holy land olives basic black cut high a little navel showing tall silk socks & her vow kept only by leather straps & locks virginity healed thru years of silence tiny bound volumes lote among folds of canvas tar babies in corners sob in verse regional pain verdigris fields of total recall the mind, open, begs & steals diving beneath a frozen wave but in retrospect Venus sighs w/laughter moving closer viatic scribblings on granite walls homunculi just out of sight dragged out eyes tightly shut the vampire screams & dies finally coming to grips w/the central desire diverse reasons why now moot in the moonlight due regard for the young girl's flight or that famous feeling that comes of breeding for taste as well as touch Moribund a crease in the multiverse wrinkle of time well-worn groove in the orbit of a conventional earth spinning calmly across the void there is nothing everything always a play an unfolding drama unfolding unveiled unconcealed literary secrets & dust quantum realities and absurd pornographic jokes nothing here spells out charming candy-coated concealments toothy grins & friendly wigs trembling handshakes gorgeous nails dripping tipped in poison well-washed goodies & porcelain plates doll faces coffee mugs staining amid whirling papers electric fans & gaily colored inks