Here I am on the back porch
Dreaming again, always dreaming
Its a lucid ocean with just
enough bubbles to breath
Playing all fifty two cards
I thought it was hearts
And they all call rummy
Its warmer indoors these days
So I sleep because I am dreaming again
And I always remember just enough
to forget
The sky is forever blue
And we wonder
What to make of this existence
On the verge of cosmic concoisness
I reach out into the darkness
searching for strange sighns of life
Know it will all one day
Make sense in the morning
We have been here
A thousend times before
I’m at the door between my past
and my future flying in fast
I step out to the beyond
Going from peon
To self proclaimed king
But its just the motion
Of the waves again
Pushing me in any direction
With the highist of highs
And the lowest of lows
With no road map
Of where to go
The mellow drama
Plays like violins
and chellos
I bellow soft into the stars
and take my throne at
Dive bars

Caught between time and transit
She tries to muse the ghost
Out of sage like banter
We both belived love was a cancer
Cookie cut
Like plot lines in smut
We are gluttens for punishment
Being ever so full
On humble pie
Now wiping the dirt from my eye
She tells me to take what’s mine
And its trials and tribulations
With no congradulations
Or even a heaven for saving
And I wouldn’t say it rains all day
But sometimes the clouds do come in
And you have to wade through them
Like tiddle waves and pave the way
Into the grey oblivion
A slow retirment
In a fast car
From the chaos
To fishing peacfull streams
Piercing fish faces
And it all seems for nothing
But sometimes a smile
Makes up for the
Clouds and muddy banks
And you say thanks to something
Even if its nothing
Knowing the rain will one day
Go away
Disapaiting and reinflating the clouds
And now its comming down
And I have heard that the big white lie
In the sky likes to drink
When he does he pours
Lighting crashes down
And he is setteling scores
That’s where we differ
I require something stiffer
The soft glimmer
And sincere shimmer
Of eyes
Behind a brilliant
Smile.

Lunch time in garland
Judy and her red shoes are gone
Now angels want to wear them
Till the souls are flat
And the heel has worn down
The tin man would frown
If he didn’t pawn his heart
The lion still wasn’t brave enough
To save any of us
If I had a brain
Instead of a match in my hand
I could make you understand
Before the inferno
Makes me glow
In the brilliant light
You see me
Forever ablaze

The crows want me to write a poem
So I abide
When the moutains colide the land
We will be at the bottom of the quick sand
Our sentiments are now sediments
And we return home
Its where the heart is
Hidden behind the tight grasps of rib cages
Hidden between the verse of my odd thoughts
All the forget-me-knots grew taught
Till there grip was a crucifex
Its all fluid congruence
And I will never be through with it
Life is for taking what you deserve
Speaking loud so you can be heard
You are the bird singing in the tree for me
So be and let be

And the whole world passes you by.
In the blink of an eye
The pulsaiting veins
Drone to a painfull rythm
We ask to be forgiven
From the stars
And dive bars
Sad creatures
Paste smiles
Above push up bra’s
Fake tits
And vagabond scars
And she swears I’m diffrent
From the mix of our perfume
So I lift her, pull her from the rubble
All this trouble for a glimce
Of existence
Till we are both transfixed
On our love sickness
Captian Ahab needs rehab
Or his bow might break
Lost at sea
We seek any port
When we see the storm aproaching
Till we retreat as fast
As we enchroached
Pouching souls
For surival
Each head we step on
To our valhala
We eventually fall down on
To our hell
So I sit in the middle
And watch the seasons change
As all the mental people
Play their deranged games

I am gone
Hardly
The ghost waits
To haunt more dreams
And it seems reality
Has become the string
In which to sew
I am the hero
All singing and dancing
Alpha male
Kicking over
Empty water pales
The rain doesn’t collect
In death valley
I burrow in the sand
And we embrace
Soul to hand
And I invision
Big bands
As we make our stand
In a burlesque wasteland

The more I try to hurt you
the more it hurts me
and I am a shell of a the man
I wanted to be
drawing him in chalk outlines
across the stretched out
american highways
its all wasted gasoline
and road side attractions
that are unattractive
while I wind up out west
i wind down
till I am depressed
the hero is dead
and the more I hurt you
the more it backfires
worn rubber
thin on imagination
spider webs weave
them selves to me
at my slow speed
drowning in a coffin
of arrows
the sparrow sings
in the weeping willow tree
shading me
and its a most wonderful service
of bug chimes and bird chirps
dying to become fertilizer
so the shit show may continue
and its just casualties of war
to late to accept the accolade’s
or awards
its time to wake up
from the sleep
I counted all the sheep
all the way up to infinity
and I wake to the alarm
and I am a sad man in a song
confidence is a trick
I used so people thought I was smart
but I was really lost in the dark
stark raving mad
a lunatic who carries
sadness like a picnic basket
to downpours
they call me a narcissist
but I don’t even exist
i just exit
the highway man
as gray as the pavement
as dark as the asphalt
it is no one’s fault
but my own
and I own it
my aging skull
why must it
always feel the pain
all the blue sky’s
and sunshine
could not dry all the tears
in my eye’s

I tip my hat
and waiver
a mile high
on a high mile
my legs
got to weak
to stand
while I stopped
to catch my breath
woke up on the ground
with a crowd
bringing water
and cold rags
for my head
I was just trying
to get some lunch
at the Tibet Cafe
and would up
needing help
and I guess
that is why I am here
in these blessed mountains
with it soft air
that makes you do nothing
but focus on your breath
and you breath deep
every couple of feet
knowing that it only
gets deeper
and you go inward
bringing down the walls
as you go
everyone is equal
and unequal
we are all strangers
in a strange land
their are whispers
of a movement
but are we just dancing.

here I am
wherever the hell that is
between the something
and the null and void of nothing
i have seen things
and kept quite
just me
and the road
burning citys
in ruin
it was all so plesent once
when i lived off dreams
when life was spent
between the covers
of night
now it’s living
a million miles
a second
blurring scenery
the under passes are
are revolving nightmares
pulled between
the memories
and the future
stuck in the now
i am an abandoned
road side attraction
forgotten on the
what was of America
the shanty buildings
the tragic stories
of dilapidated homes
and sad drawn out faces
I don’t apologize to them
or have room
for the few hitch hikers
I have seen
in a world
where I was a hero
I am now
a blade of grass
on an infinite lawn
rolling along the planes
to receive my mountains
its just what gets me first
insomnia or hallucination

the illusion destroyed
broken bones
on the highway
outlined in sidewalk chalk
we talk but tuck
our heads
into our turtle shells
life has been hell
its also been heaven as well
I’m forgetting to breath
eat and sleep
hours pass by so fast
I don’t even have a chance
to catch up
out of gas
the one legged man
running a race
at a losers pace
and its ok
or I keep telling myself that
each day
is a new way
to make more
and if you go searching
what you seek
you wont find anything there
but if you live
you never know what to expect
im a car wreck
and then the ambulance
im the last dance
at the first communion
nothing is common
because its all strange
every day
every page
written deeper
without meaning
and I forget things
and look back
and get to know who I was
when I was
maybe Im not there now
but one day
Im going to make you
all proud of me
then you will see
what a road to ruin
I can make