Your Cleavage Is Like The Sun, I Can't Stop From Looking

I can take care so well
little baby hawk with two heads and two throats
we bathe together,
we see other folks and couples in the moat
or maybe goats

Let it all come true for Chavi Chori
let the sun reign skin through her story
a black haired girl, she gave her glory,
and she was a skeleton
our love was poor
the phone'll ring and snap
clickity damn clack, clickity damn clack

Wet yer lips, baby swipe cards while you switch
and roll shoulders to fix straps from a twitch
your bra has roses on it,
it's june and your violet breasts are all the rage
like the sun
and I can't stop from looking
that's a mauve crush, feign tone and blush
and every eye to eye bleep is a war
watch over lust, watch over lust

I'm heavier than most,
but lighter than I'll ever give myself credit for

Let it all come true for Chavi Chori
let the sun reign skin through her story
a black haired girl, she gave her glory,
and she was a skeleton
our love was poor
the phone'll ring and snap
clickity damn clack, clickity damn clack

written on 6/20/06

Don't Go For It, Electric Girl!

And several times, in the dream that hopped into me just after three,
you would come by my trailer home and give handjobs for free
It was cautious, and I could repair every blade of grass
inside of my breath, my words were kept
The balcony was a crying mess, but for rent's sake, we kept it,
and fished out laughs in the summer's sweet breeze
The sweaters still smell like him, and
the dog hair is still mucked into the places I forgot to clean
But I say it every day, that all is well
but I say it every day, that the rain is his way of saying he's not really in hell
I am a tractor here, but I keep wheels on ice
I won't forget to try all the things I've painted about, or written about

It's so easy to sleep away into comfort
it's so easy to forget about techtonic plates

Her mouth, just after four, is a perfect curved grin
while she grips me and I surpress vision's of Andre's kin
don't miss anything round here,
and the bushes above olympia keep me out of pop's gate
and my socks are minty fresh, like the lost memory after the wait
even in a fog, my actual love is loud and lights the way
I miss Brooke, and she's still not here
so my blues creep out of pours, fingernail clippings, and goatee shavings,

come on over to be with me
come on over so we can shine

It's so easy to sleep away into comfort
it's so easy to step hard
and forget about Rat island's techtonic age old fright

written on 6/18/06

Dymond Serrano

Reach up, stars blush as fruits do
that tree of life or what have you,
breathes in your eyes, and twines itself
through the beauty in your prose
so wrap your heart in memories,
plaques, winks, and laughter galleries
that sun won't die, I'll promise you that
and may my words act as the stones,
or the carved wood under ev'ry step
where all things are love, and caution is asleep
walk with your grace tucked into every mile
and this world stays beautiful because of your smile

written for Lenisha, on 6/2/06

April

I won't miss the emotions that
I leave behind when I find glory,
They will breathe inside of my loved ones
attack the heart, and kiss the brain
of my wife, my children, and everyone else

I will live throughout every tune,
every horn, every breath
I will be all music, sewn through every moment in time
and from here, the next step will be
just beautiful

Cry,
or don't cry
Smile,
or don't smile
wave to me in any way that helps you along,
that can be our song

I will meet you,
again with that little-boy glee
sparkled with hints of nervousness,
because you were so respected
but this time,
after I've said my goodbyes,
like you've said your goodbyes
we'll never have to say goodbye,

and we'll laugh & strum on guitars forever and ever and ever

written on 4/26/06

Mock Tones Left Misled

I'll plant my past into the dirt
and the daisies might remind me of mistakes
a petal shaped like a car crash
a petal shaped like adultery
a petal shaped like time running out,
and a petal tatooed with female grudges
the greenest of leaves blow by my face at night
and manage to crush my skull with softness
and my brain is flicked out through my toes
returned to earth's grip, I'm tree-trunked in thought
and throughout every change,
my direction will scarcely be caught

While I remain
that avenue caked with mistake petals
so drenched in better blessed opinions,
reading the talent of steps,
above my blank suit
my head, stitched in permanent bloom
while I remain
a god called out for impersonations,
to impress the skies,
or the clouds that cuddle my very own lies
below my tasty spit,
the wine they drink from my space

and concrete isn't hope,
so I can never shake the thought that
maybe I enjoy the backward steps
and the planned, learned heartbreak
paint a new road,
give disease some life,
and regret buddying up with crows and mice
you will never find anything under my laugh
but a haunt of sexy tears
and it's these tears that intice me into complacency
a heart's doom smells of salt
a heart's doom spices up a dish
and a few hours after the meal,
you'll expel your myth
and jot down tales of mistakes and impossible petals

written on 4/5/06

Tear's Point Of View

looked down
too see my toe bleed

dreamed that after the snow parade
I ripped off my own two toenails
and I screamed in lie,
cause it didn't hurt

so I woke up and
wondered why I'd do that

my fish said, "well,"
"you do it all the time
when you're awake
you do it all the time."

written on 4/5/06

Fields + Treadmills

you feel that wind
from time to time
and your heart stops
or your heart breaks
that strecth coils you
sparks your flare and
yup yup
tells you that you can do
fucking anything

plight won't doze off
she's too steady
and awake
but she's a lush,
so fool her up on charm,
make her think your
smile
is whiskey
she'll take you out of her hold
for a while,
and night can be your slice of bread
when your heart stops
or your heart breaks

think
swallow the trampled fields,
where the football games got played
and you felt that wind
that was a time
that was a time

don't break your mistakes
coddle them in jars
just don't let them out
or you'll be broken,
and lazy

kiss futures
puff up in the chest area
pretty up yer eyes
and you'll
feel that wind
from time to time
as your heart stops
and your heart breaks

written on 4/5/06

Fever With The Green Tea

Sometimes my love for life distracts me
when I burn ideas in my socks,
and keep on going where i'm lead
Oft-times I make the worst mistakes
but, I sleep with lights under the pillow
and I make it safe

I'm older than I remember
I cared too little for nature
and in my absense,
all the animals died out

Gorillas from Tori
Polar bears lived with Sally
hamsters died they
ate wood chips
french names and rare b-sides

Maybe I need an extension
a reason to put my loss behind
even though I'm nicely placed & groomed
Everytime I come back here
the leaves chastise my feet
and remind me not to leave

I've got new tides waiting
in the wings
I built them up north,
now i'm ready to fly

written on 9/10/05

A Polite Devil, With Wooden Forks Point'd Up

Wheeling around the sexes, bending down low enough,
to touch the ice they hide in the foosteps,
hold it close, before we race off
to catch glimpses of balloons in the blue,
this is aurora, and the end times I can't tinker with
pushed up into a fine suit
tailored by plyers,
they have a hint of rosemarry,
rosemarry,
and with the ancient clunks & crimps,
we'll sing until the fire dies out,
we'll hug & laugh & strum about

There are smart ways out,
we can be gone in mere seconds, if you'd just stop fiddling
with that birthday beak,
leave it behind
we're out,
and we can't imagine how anyone could ever stop running
into the molases of being alive.


Written early morning, 8/15/05