Monday, November 21, 2005

not / good enough / glass in my ass / fuck conservatism /

needles of the dry est sort


& this garden holds sad ness / season finish ed
the bloom is gone / the bloom is gone

my child cries a million tears for his miss ing father
grief consumes / consumates / this is
thursday / friday /

i look for a metaphor in fall leaves
oregon grape / spiney / prick my fingers leaves
shiny green / turn vibrant red / rot / crimson decay

i pick a pile of thorny autumn colours
9 of them / stuff them in an empty cigarette pack
they poke holes in my thumbs / rip the

skin on my hands / / some how
the leaves remind me of
love

& some thing snaps in the brain / / a signal / / words to go
back / wards / back
don't tell
mary wouldn't tell / instead / she'd ask god what to do /
you know / & god / good god / he'd say
you haven't done any thing wrong
now get down on / your knees

& oh / you are not god

on the lawn a patch of shaggy manes / mush rooms
crush ed by small boy feet / jump up up up
& down / flatten ed /
mush rooms turn to ink / black sludge
skid across the lawn / / heavy morning dew doesn't help

& that wet morning sun / october. say it again / october
& that wet morning sun / strays weak through pine branches
so pale / & the lawn sits / heavy / wet / green

blades of grass begin to yellow / yey yo / amarillo /
air flush with orange / it all becomes / mountains a fusion
deciduous / coniferous / even the pines & cedars /
drop autumn needles of the dry est sort


bundled in string

after days of static freezing
dull quick / snap snap / enough
to break branches / it warms

catalyst / one heavy snow fall
turned to rain

sudden lee / earth is alive with thaw
4 degrees C is enough to shrink snow banks
create slush / mush & other good ness

steady drip from the roof / over flows
eves troughs / melted winter seeps down
through the snow & in to the ground

today orange breasted finches twist & turn
flit over the yard / land on thin twiggy branches
of mountain ash
the tree st.ill heavy with red berries

even a few fat black flies / sluggish from winter
venture out in to the spring like air
they land stupidly on the snow / certain death

ah but for a breath of warm air
one can almost smell fresh earth &
feel the tremble of flowers waiting to burst

taste spring sweet sweet spring

& damp closes in / fog / clouds too close
to the mountain / a different chill
from sub zero / clings to clothing / dampens
ear drums /

on the back porch / 7 chakra bells chime in time
with the whim of the wind / each tone distinct / clear

each tone / high / melodic /
merge / to gether / harmony of weather




these are clouds

& see / this day is gone now
taken by night / covered in clouds

fog creeps / slick with rain
black road be comes / shine of danger
go slow / can't see the sides / the end
the corner / of the road
night / deceiver of eyes / plays tricks

yes tricker ee / watch for ghosts
on the side of the high way

you see / this body twists pain
un control able / twitch / tight en of the back
shoulders / high & taut / ribs knot ed
mind manifests / tests / what strength lacks

/ / immaculate perception / /

so the rain stops / but clouds remain
ever present / whisps of white moisture meld

a gainst mountains / & lay low a cross
valleys / clouds change the land scape

to dream scape / if one can get past the chill
colour be comes staple / reds blast out pinks

mauve strays next to the greens / trees black en
& every where / yellow turns bright est yellow /

& i'm wonder ing / the sun the sun
where is the fuck ing sun?

it strays / waits / patient / who cares
it's shin ing some where / just not here

sky is all ways blue above the clouds




my own offer ing / blood for me / / where were you / when you were / where you were

& funny how / / when the blood sets in / /
the mind / stops / sinks back / &
certain lee / my thots / are all there

lock ed down / a bit of intro spection /

& i am feel ing odd / a gain / cold a gain
try ing to figure / out / out / i'm sure
there was a path / here /

over there / / & it's quiet in the house
rock built / sleep deep / little heads
sweaty bodies / grow / grow / in to
the nite / & how i wonder / children


lock ed in dreams / un conscious /
& night be comes / black / moon slenders
ah / last quarter / & on our street / shadows
take over / eyes dim / / steady crunch


crack of leaves fall ing / dry yellow / first
casualties of a new season

& i'm think ing / i'm going to start plant ing
shoes / fill the garden with old sneak ers /
worn out winter boots / broken sandals
certain lee / the children won't miss them

see / the blood does that to my mother mind
stretch es / truth / blinds the eye / ah / follow
the body / tick toc / mind crazy / thinks /
well / isn't that strange / constant lee wonder ing
where i've got ten to

to day it was the garden / just a short circle / one turn about /
tomatoes / ah / beans / st.ill / strawberries / ah / ever bear ing
one to relate to / in the back garden / one stubborn canterbury bell
refuses to lose / the bloom / / all i can say is / thank goddess
the sun flowers are so damn happy / & yellow /

tall tall / i'm trying to reach the sun / see how it falls
so close to the mountain now/ see how south it moves

@ nite / i only stare @ the north sky / take comfort
in my dipper / watch / amazed / by 5 am / it stands
complete lee on its handle / balanced on elephant mountain

& i want to imagine / it's the sky moving past me / not
me / moving past the sky / & oh / i could move heaven
for you / see those stars over there / /

those are all for me / /

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