Photography

Some days I am taking photos of shadows,

and then the sun moves.

Pleasure Seeking Sundial

Bermuda shorts bicycle cyclical idiocy chanting

Ramadan restitution hopscotch

Hillbilly wine running down his cheeks crying

his sister played a joke

All thumbs funky hipster hunting rabbits 

Woke manchild flinging mud online

Red torniquet turns quiet my ideal deal where I deal with it

Wanderlust colonization Western expansion happened

Indians already knew the reeds carefully planted and sown

could not outgrow cosmos deck of cards

goose neck microphone garage

Pillage and rape the ramp for exercise

the handicapped rodents need exercise

Pleasure seeking sundial

Move Me

It starts with the stretch begins at the beginning

Time takes one step down the stairs

while I awaken

I'm barely making sense and I'm faking 

my fall

I skinned my knee

but not at all

Sweet child, I see your face

it looks a lot like mine

Sweet child, I see your face

it looks a lot like mine used to look

I'm timid in the fist

my fighting flight is all used up

steel skyscrapers cut my heart

as they erect and build

I used to be a boxer

high on the fight 

soaked in sweat

and summertime heat

full of ashes

of defeat

I looked across the horizon

to the sinking moon

the railroad tracks

disappearing in the sun

My hands pointing toward

my friends

wide open to love and 

God's changes

a handful of violets

I pray he wants to 

move me.

Fabulous Little Oyster

The anatomy of attitude the bones and the sinews of truth

The turtle speed of growth belies the giant tree the acorn will become

Tornados in Kansas lift the house and shift a life 

Meanwhile I am numb, in a black hat, getting coffee with espresso

trying to not look like a bum.

Age

I used to have a burning in my soul,

now I have a burning in my elbow.

Paradox of Money

I remember exactly where I was 

when I realized the paradox of money

I was giving all my power away

I lived in a house

I remember where I was walking

I lived in a dream

I remember what I was thinking

I lived in the sea

I remember where I was swimming

I lived in the sand

I remember where I was walking

the footprints

of Benjamin Franklin

all around me.

[Based on listening to a lecture by Bree Noble]

Distance

I guess I can be glad that I'm not him

but I guess I am too old to swoon

but there was magic in the air

I was there clad in black pants and black boots

the bartender was perfect

the curves on the ceiling

the lighting the magical night

walking under the stars across the miles

the distance I went

to get to 

the Green Mill. 

CAD Heart

The error of my ways are calculations

factual traction on the slippery slope of the xy curve

The perspective shift as the ball rotates in space

CAD Design, architecture of the heart

I built a railway station in my mind

every attitude leaning on the other

until I was caught blind

the pizza sauce of someone's ear

talking on the phone endlessly

while they shook me down

for money.

Drawing the line!

Melodic Attraction Between Notes

Sound is a wave and a particle--

all at once, one circle drives to be

connected to the next

orbits of sound

reverberations of mood

calling to my heart

in the middle of your canyon.

Can you bring me into the fire and the flame?

The campsite underneath the stars,

where we bled for our brothers

to mark the day,

put dark soot on our faces

and prepared for War.

Foreground and Background

The paint swirls in blue and red

the face I made is upside my own head

the black lines of the charcoal flesh

become the hair

become the mess

my neck doesn't look like his

my mind doesn't float

Stop the Genocide

There is another Vietnam going on right now and few people are noticing.

I saw a girl's burned face.

The U.S. is no different than its barbaric enemies, 

fully capable of poison and destruction,

disgusting

and insulting to 

free peaceful people.

There is no claim to anything:

people must stand up.