Thursday, July 31, 2008

Three Cheers

Three cheers
for the past
the present
and the future.

I don't understand
why Dickens called them ghosts
they are very much alive.

And when they walk together
they don't follow each other
but leap around
like a flock of pigeons
fighting over a hairy bagel.

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Best for Now

My mind
and my mouth
have had a dissagreement.
They no longer get along very well.
Especially when I'm talking with you.

I wish
I could let thoughts flow
through the starry night
through the silence
through a shared moment
alone on the grassland.

Tuesday, July 29, 2008


The desert calls
my one friend through it all
it sings a red goodbye
and welcomes in its breezy nights.

There nothing is asked
but for me to breath
and to move
across the sand
like a silent owl.

Monday, July 28, 2008

Blank Page

Right now my wish
is to put my brain onto this paper
every thought,
and hope
For all the world to see.

But I can't find the words
they're lost in a phone call that will never come
a sunrise missed
and a long road to Texas.

So I'll settle for a blank page
because at least it has possibility.

Sunday, July 27, 2008

The Cobblestone of Boston

I try to write something happy

nothing happy seems to come

even walking with the rebels

I have given up my guns

On the streets of revolution

I see plaques of lives now thrown

to the fleshpots of our liberty

a part of me is torn.

Saturday, July 26, 2008

One Day Soon

One day soon,
aliens will come
and take one by one
all the people that aren't important
(like garbagemen, deejays, and Google employees)
will we even notice?

Friday, July 25, 2008


When the river flows
she doesn't know where she's going.

The trees will always grow to the sun,
this is their nature.

this is our nature.

Thursday, July 24, 2008


Do we really

give away our love?

Or is it just held for a while

until the moment fades

and then ground up

and molded into something new

like those fleeces

made out of old pop bottles.

I'd rather have a fleece anyways.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008


You wore that ring
for just one month
what did you think of it?

Did it bind like iron?
Burn like coal?
or sooth like a balm?

I don't know if I'll ever know now-
or that it even matters.
Seems as though
time moves on
either way
and that's just fine.

the heart is unique
and no matter how much divided
will always come back together
like a never-ending apple pie.

I sing the old songs
every now and again
to remind me
of times spent.

Just a visit
to a feeling
-for each time it's different-
to guide me
on my journey today.

I'll keep the songs
but need to erase some other things
I think you'll understand
I think I'm whole again.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Toad Juice

Dance 'round the fire
my new freinds
for your bellies
are full of toad juice.

Tell me your secrets
and your fears
I ask only because you will do it anyways
and it puts me more at ease to pretend I asked.

Then sleep the sleep of frogs
buried deep in the mud
I'm sorry when you awake
because your problems will still be there
when the fog clears.

Monday, July 21, 2008

Sun Schmun

No sunscreen for me!
The sun is weak
and I am strong
my skin is brown
I need no protection.

And that is how I've come
to sleep on my stomach.

Sunday, July 20, 2008


Your mouth is moving
words forming
thoughts flowing
but I have no idea what
you are talking about.

Is my heart closed?
I'm not sure
but I'll nod anyways.

Saturday, July 19, 2008

Full Circle

I breath it all in again
I feel my lungs fill
then decompress
the same grass
the same sun
but now I'm smiling
and looking forward
to tomorrow.

Friday, July 18, 2008

Summer Nights

Summer nights:

cool breezes.

But I am clumsy
and have much to do now
but not too cold.

Thursday, July 17, 2008


Through the haze
I see a figure
then nothing
closer and closer
it draws
then disappears.

Part of the mist
or part of me?

Wednesday, July 16, 2008


My niece
doesn't understand
what Boo is.

To her
it is magic
and once said
leads the hearer
to fearing
and trembling.

I told her
that it doesn't work
while your holding her hand
and she gets your attention first.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Nights on 270

Falling on my heart
heavy snow
covering deep-
a sadness?

I don't ride my bike anymore
through the parking lot
or make animal noises
and laugh.

You bring to me your innocence
I can't bring you mine
I'm sorry.

I read big important books
and stare at the ceiling fan
while others talk.

I worry sometimes

Monday, July 14, 2008


On this funny rock
we call earth
a billion possibilities
spread from the present.

Do they wrap like the arms of the Kraken
to pull us towards inevitability?

Or do they expand
like the edges of an infinite universe
into eternity?

Sunday, July 13, 2008




on your twins

I never wanted to know

nor do I really care

but the omnipresence

of the papparizzi

and public opinion

placed you square in my sights

and I had no time to swerve.

Do you think Rwanda

would have had a hotel

had we cared as much

for our brothers and sisters

as we do

for Brangelina?

Saturday, July 12, 2008


Winding trails
make winding adventures.

Friday, July 11, 2008


Not quite yet freind.
But until you are near
time is only to be endured.

Thursday, July 10, 2008


People mess up
I mess up
We all mess up.

Let's just accept it
and do our best
to get back up.

Wednesday, July 9, 2008


Sturbridge Village-
Over a hundred years behind
but they are American enough
to sell ice cream and T-shirts

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Breed's not Bunker

Bunker hill had no battle
surprised you didn't know?
A mislabeled map
and two hundred years of schoolchildren
got it all wrong.

Monday, July 7, 2008

Walking Boston

There is a fine line
or a line at all?
That separates patriot
from rebel.

Both bleed and die
for pieces of paper
and flag unfurled.

Both are born in smokey taverns,
or coffeehouses
to discuss
golden futures
and dawning dreams.

Both live or die broken
against the imagination
of a nation.

What would you fight for?

Sunday, July 6, 2008


Little Nephew
playing with a carpenter ant
I'll let you play
because you have so little
over so much
just play nice.

Saturday, July 5, 2008


when the night
spreads across
the sky like a great sheet
and the stars become pinpricks
into heaven
think back
on all the happy nights
spent under that same sky.

Friday, July 4, 2008

Prince Waiting

poor girl
with your torn dress
just don't get your hopes up
because Fairy Godmothers
are hard to come by these days.

Thursday, July 3, 2008


Let it all burn down
my books
and memories
so I can pick through the ashes
and find what's really important.

Wednesday, July 2, 2008


we enter a new path now
it might be twisted
filled with brush
or paved with bricks
we'll see where it goes.

Let's enjoy the adventure.

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

The Millenium

Some say
that before the end
there will be a thousand years
to prepare
for a glorious new earth.

I'm starting to think
we'll need that time
to clean up the old one.