many other secrets raining down

we wandered the quay near the sponge docks
intent on getting to know
one another. past any visible sparking
from the fire of tequila, beyond the mocha
moment in tiramisu's first taste or the small
kiss in front of mama's porch.

the tiki bar was open, separated from steamy
nights by long, translucent plastic cooler strips
pushed aside revealing even more its emptiness
 no barmaid, no clients. she walks
from the rear where there are pipes for sale
serves up a special for two.

against the wall, hardback books line the ledge
between shiney topped tables and a direct link
to google. you mention hope and i ask if you've
seen the painting.  in the alcove beside the entry
an electric tiki torch flutters against windlessness.

i mention a poem i need to write,
to a man who used to be important
in my life, but who left
due to circumstances he couldn't control.
 how he'd love the poem of that manufactured flicker.

"no" you say, "i've never seen it". i google
the painting. "is that a butterfly?"
pointing to the spider on her face
and right then i knew
we could be at the same place
if i just made one small adjustment
and tuned the dial away
from all the ghosts signalling
danger in lines of static from the past.

faster than light

so they finally proved it
subatomic particles-the basics of matter-
travel faster than the footprint
we leave behind.

my txts to you are laced with the idea.
let's take a moment and go to some other now.
could you change it and get back here?
maybe the travel would burn us away
solder choices to planets we could become
in an otherwise song.











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the other thing about time travel
 is this global warming crisis i mean if i knew
for sure,  i'd use a few gallons less, change
spray cans to inert quicker make
the last plastic bag in the pacific vortex disappear
wouldn't i? strike the choking
 fumes from the history books?
wouldn't i? anyway.


the other news was less stellar
women in saudi arabia will be
able to vote in 2015. they still can't
drive a car or work without an adult male's
permission but hey, all praise
for neutrino sized steps lit by torches.

she'll meet you in the clothes she wore online

she'll take you to a place semi devine
if it's romance that you seek
she's  available this week
otherwise please don't waste her time.

temperament of hermit and death

see, i  thought it was going well
even though we were talking about
past relationships, well, yours,
and the way we neither one of us
trusted, truly, the long term benefits
of sparks, how they start fires
and when the smoke clears, it's ashes and
penance for years. years.
"i hope you don't take this wrong way
but i don't want to feel that way about you, i want
to get to know someone, have a good time
go out to dinner, a movie, without lust getting
in the way." i sipped on my magarita
ducked my head then looked up with a smile
"well, that all depends on whether you think
i'm hot or not  ". that's when i blew it.
"you're an attractive woman but that's
kind of the problem".  i see.
not there yet i see. i see. well, then
thank you for dinner and coffee
and i certainly hope this has been
one of your more pleasant
internet dating experiences,i won't
bore you with my
i'm kinda leery of the whole
friends with benefits
story after all.

don't cross me in my enchanted garden

blogger has a new interface
to manage your blogs, they have stats
on charts, and tracking devices- things
available already but hidden in the bowels
of the operating system. i'm sure that's
the wrong terminology? but you know
what i mean. the buttons and tool icons
the rollover switch outs, it's like, a.d.d. for writers
and NOT the reverse. when i move the cursor
my writing window shirnks , the icons
are helpfully placed at my elbow, no thank you jeeves
i do not want the time location label stamp even tho i understand
that's the new copyright.

i could switch back but soon that won't be available
either, like the crab rangoon from thai sweet basil--
 it's not in the new owner's recipes.

 might as well learn to live with it.


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oh ch ch ch changes
who was i in a past life? your landlord, your lover
 your sister your mother your brother your wife
mellenial strife.  tell me, was it your religious training
that allows today's ethics? we all get what we deserve
our entitlements the self involved multigames
i love the whole you -are- your- own- universe craze
cuz it's so true,  but who are you.?


:)





what you do even unto the least of these
you do to me--jesus




why isn't that understood? eat the flesh
it's sacrament, drink the blood, sanctified.
but remember that's your skin in the fire.

concept of infinity. the dark dense particle
a mystery unfolding thru   matter einstein's cross
and time for a nap. close the shades,
kiss the shads goodnite

the trouble with t-town

 transience.

transitional visual
the cardigms casual crosswalks
spikes in the cafe con leche leche-
rous. i took the road

the swiss army punched
though  the alps
away from you. flyer
seated, pumping
electric thru europe's cleaveage.

on a path no wider than a sidewalk
we spun past curving gardens, chalk
drawings on the pavement echoing
love love love. beauteous the going.


spent the night at farmer slosen's
wrapped in fur, on hay, bottomless
milk cup and breakfast for the chosen
few, intrepid, who partake the best

that flesh does offer. clean air, verdant
autumn, technology driven, rustic charm
 cathedrals, castles, and a mendicant
reconnection through river mount, bike, farm

tragic

it was the way your eyes stayed closed when we kissed
it was the way they never followed me in a room
it was the way your lips never formed the words. i missed
the power of the swoon.

practice

i have a cold.
my neck is a gnarled hand, tense
grip and tree bark
stuffy nose. no fight left, i build a fence
to keep in the dark
to coddle my old.

cinderepression

the princess sees her peas
on the floor, slips on a glass shoe
saunters out the sliding doors

how many sheets did you wash today
cinder darling how many dirty diapers
did you change?   wicked  mommy dearest
dries dinner dishes and counts the days
till school is out. wicked mommy dearest

pulls pillows and blankets from the dryer
loads cinder's scrubs, turns the heat on high
to rid golden locks of lice from cinder's hearth
to shine the girl school  bright for the prince

awaiting the dance, only  the dance.
wicken mommy dearest picks up peas
and rice, lets the dog out, folds another basket full.
ah yes. she remembers how to fold.

but this time, she's set a curfew. when the clock
strikes twelve, cinder will be freed from her spell
and wicket mommy dearest can breathe in her own
house again, a slovenly keeper of very small messes
all of her own making.

solo

i remember one time
where you took me in your arms
and let me lie there like a baby
  you gave me love
as if i were your own.



one time i remember.

modern

so i put my profiles back up.
i mean craigslist was gettin weird.
everyone thinks the women on there are easy
and just because i am, i'm not "hey, let's meet
at the hard rock where i got a room
booked on the 15th" easy,

sigh. this is why i like being in a relationship.
dating sux. i messaged the man
who thought i was sexy back in april
before my summer romance set in
when i hadda tell him why there was no strings
so he was kinda shocked when he left that nite
expecting to get laid and getting the brush off
instead and he said  when i called him he said
i knew u were a player that's one
reason i liked you and that took me
back a bit i mean i always think of myself
as faithful,like, i only cheated
on my husband before he was my husband i know
i know i shoulda left then
but it was just an office flirtation that developed
into an assignation i cold cocked by bringing up
the aids question cuz
this was the late eighties and the stars were druping
on the vine, cut down in their prime
bruises, carcinoma and time
he was on top of me, sliding
his tongue over  all that wet just
out of the shower  i said
man do you have condoms?


no.
well what about...aids ?
or something. i can't go home with a disease




i m clean. how bout you?

me?\
 i'm clean

  it takes so little to turn a scene you might
be feeling like an nine inch nails animal
but  then your mind  begins to narrate and direct, warn
and multiply your fears and even aspirations. they had a test
but it was new. neither of us had taken it,  so yeah, i cheated that time
but a broken mood, became a narrow passage out
missed, and oh and  that time
i finally did leave my husband
with the help of another man. some princesses
just need saving alllll they lives stumbling
in glass toed combat boots
from one heartache to the next. which
 reminds me i'm gettin old  i need
 to learn how to wear makeup.

in the land of high times

thunder rolled through here, and fire
on the point of a thicket. over there a muse
blasted the past on stereo, perused
a chocolate covered ire

see? when i go into rhyme it bombs.

 up on loon mountain, rivers in their angry middlescence
just before the freeze tore bridges, rended south
bound lanes, knocked out electricity for weeks,all over
new england. just to slap you into the now.
dayum your gods are powerful. or are they so weak
they cannot get to you without violence?
by the time you get reconnected your perspective
changes dramatically. deprivatoin and trying times
gone through together, as family, cements the bond.
hurricanes as blessing.


meanshile chile my brain deteriroates at breakneck speed.
what is the word for "trying times". adversity. ho w could that
be on the back of my tongue stuggling to emerge?
instead of the finger, the moon .


i am always using that metaphor. weak . but i
suppose i want it to become a cliche in all circles?
like one hand clapping. the forest with no 'one'

still like that one a lot. "if no one is there"...
who would be asking the question? if the tree falls
someone is there. but it's not, like god heard it or anything.
not a his, not a thing. the thing as isness. the thing of itself.

if one is not into the riding of train
then do not board it. leave off the weed.





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i hear a garbage truck.
that means it's thursday.
  the ground is flooded
and i am water in stasis. need the moon
rid my stagnant.

motion. the elipse of the planets
the atomic dance. moon sky spinning.
wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

makes me dizzy.
even with my eyes closed.