poetry. thoughts and more than make-believe.

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

indiana

And we will
be loose
ly
stuffed in
under night
moon
stars
air
breathing in
sandy skin
brushed between
sunny legs
waiting for night dreams
to take us on midnight strolls
all in moments
black hair at the candy counter
blonde hair bouncing on crazy trampolines
old money owed and what
would grandma say
wondering if each moment
is all in
Glance--ing
over shoulders
shoulds
shouldnots
ieyeis
thiswaythat
last bent straw
thiswaythat
crossing t's
making xylophones
dotting i's
backdoor signs
front doors looking
at Motel
what number are you?
what day are you on?
day1
day 222

And when do shoulders
wear shirtbuttons
cuffed
acceptance interruped
back
forth
looking at merry-go-round-girls
wondering when they
the y
will get off
place
no fear
worries
arms stretched
x could equal y
or not,
to the blue
criss-cross
silky air

place
un
to

to
un

Unplace

layed between layers

listening
dripdripdrip
r
o
p
scattering jacks
dice
around the damp
front
side
yard
street
walk
a
n
ting to elo
eventually
asking if twenty two people hear
two sounds
drip
r
o
p
then, asking mr. mailman about
letters shuffled
shoved
miss
alphabet
ically

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

My 35th birthday
morning coffee
sink standing
early

I look out my kitchen window
and see a woman
draped across the cottoncandy blue skyline
and I smile

to myself

and think this is my present

I haven't lost the ability to see
pictures
clouds
make-believe
dream answers
signs

and she was telling me
so

Monday, July 09, 2007

Grandma told me
she remembers turning 35
standing at the sink
doing dishes
thinking 1/2 my life is over...
who would've thought
21 years plus,
and now at 91
suddenly she is old

and at 35,
i don't think of my life as
1/2 over
i'm just surprised each day
at how much i don't know

not much about
anyone
who
how
this
that
normal
not

And Grandma knows
it's almost time...

Monday, July 02, 2007

and i remember
cloudclimbing
take me out the window
take me out the door
take me out the tinee-tiny crack

speed-diving disconnections
who's on the other line e.l.o
take the back floor
take the back
take the

other side
of the silverlining
silverspoons don't mean
brighter stars
brighter moons

just a fast-drivin break

not recalled
but remembered

watching suncatching arrows
feeling
falling
cold
"Happiness is only real when shared".....from Into the Wild
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