Evening Night and Morning

When I think about a world
full of cities like New York and Chicago,
like London and Paris,
Beijing and Tokyo,
I get scared to death.
If, rather than a few hundred miles apart,
these dense human heaps
piled up just over every horizon.

I hear the stomping and shouting,
the college dormitory halls and balconies.
I wonder and listen. Who needs music
when you've got a front row seat
to the Stumblebutt Orchestra,
really the best and brightest.

I heard the chirping start this morning
right outside my window
with the squeal and croak of
a solitary early bird.
I tried to call when I heard
the birds start to chirp this morning.

my daughter will be named Sylvio : and ribbons will rain down upon Her

Always to loiter menacingly
On the precipice of some
Small gesture that will
“set it to happening”
I am rabid with what remains

Indistinct in sunlight
The night is my highlight
Elixir of yeast
I bud cigarette garnishes
Going well with everything

Swedish Crime writer
This is my position
And I am functional relationships
VS. romantic idealisms
The wannabe skeleton key

in closeness and distance

Have you got the time?
guess it depends on who you are
and what you've done for me today
forget yesterday in rhyme-
-not for all the ketchup fights at mattress house
'but I love you still' he pouts
like a beer loves a glass
without motion time still can pass
but alas, the bubbles all go flat without a sip,
only a gentle quip:
'I have needs you know'
now seems like forever,
but the change is slow
old man river's got a heavy flow
so you walk out the door
for nothing but gentle scorn and floorboards
that tap.. tap.. tap.. till you hear no more
finally you know the score
(in the distance you hear four to the floor)
zero to zero
and whore to whore

So Much Space On the Brain

Like the woman I met from Wyoming
who grew up a ranch hand
In a town with some Indian name,

Words took her
like five minutes
to order correctly
into a sentence

The red Ford she drove
with the king sized bed
was hauling me in drag.
A queen sized load

And somebody tell the tulips
She spoke
To act their age when it’s cold
acting all young
She spoke
About them dying
It's just the same,
lo siento man,
no radio
She spoke and said
we should meditate
on a line
then attempted
to quote
a poem...

“We all despised
the academic swine”

Then soon, we were.
So I spoke some words
about her hands
holding mine
as the ford drove itself
south to Frankfurt
Illinois

$8 camel lights

I dreamed we tiptoed through the tulips
or maybe it was just a cigarette we shared
one morning before work
imagined because you weren't here to do it for real-
even fake smokes take time you aint got,
least not for me.
Someone told me I wont see it till its gone
and they wernt wrong-
it hadnt been that long so I thought you were still here
but alas- a bigger bed is just more empty space