Friday, August 15, 2014

By & Bye

Rooster Crows-

This one's for the early birds

Where do they get those tunes I wonder....
Orchestrating light hearted harmonies
In choruses they go
Soloing the woods
Echoing the forests
Making you neck around
Twist about
Tossing your head
Branching your limbs
In hapless sights of witnessing the performer belt the melody
In outlandish colors
And outrageous make ups
These lovable dinosaurs come forth
In cutting Mohawks
To Anarchist Punks
Them winged feathered flyers Kite and Swallow
Hawk and Sparrow
Making Prince prance about crooning When Will Doves Try and Follow?
To Leonard going naked reciting Like a Bird on a Fire
And Marley's Three Little Teenaged Birds
These Avarian Lark about
Either going plucky in golden cages
Or serenading the skies in search of carrion searches
Like the bard will tell you - these bloody Black Bowed Cranes will do
Long as they don't shit on me but you - these Herons will do
These Wooden Peckers will do
These Horny Bills will do



Sleep Elusive-

expansive heart
and explosive matters
all come heading down like the rains on the roof-
pounding the tin
and watering the earth
just as it was this early morn
so it is this late night
swimming
floating
and 
drowning
in 
rapids
currents
and calm refreshments that dry and wet
every
single
recollection
you have ever set and bet

Chested-

my heart beats in enough tunes to keep me humming

once in a while it pounds the notes
making me rock
and occasionally making me roll
but mostly
its a humdrum affair
born of mutual
harmony and daily riffs
with no frets
nor strings that are attached
of mastery
or puppetry
two lives on a beat is what it is
when one tunes out
so will the other
until then
like i said
its a humdrum couplet

'...Was Here'-

here
in-between whatever's void and empty
lives the fleeting form
the daily magic
and seeming mayhem
we call and label
life
with all its ashes
and all its dust
in all its glow
and all its stars
its very briefness the stuff of legends
its very sorrows the stuff of miracles
and happiness a state of routine being
forever caught in a change of constant flux
until the form's gone
merging with the void
or whatever's empty
to reform
regroup
and relive
in wholesome holes
and brand new ways
from wherein springs old sways



Interrupted:


-i'd like to note something poignant
but sometimes
words
interrupt
the feeling
within
and
expressions
without


Maybe:


[if life's like a dream
i guess its only proper
to suffer the occasional nightmare]





Sprint- 



dry skin over my bones itches like open-wounded flesh on some flea-infested hound
i scratch & claw
spike in my month-long-fingernails; hooking them here, tearing them there, nailing them everywhere 
digging in deep- going pound for pound
epic prickly rounds
i become cactus
and nettle
starting all over- barbing them spiky & strong i go on
remembering that Vietcong Yankee POW sunk into tropical waters of deep abiding thorny malnutrition-
declaring "empty what's packed; pack what's empty- and always scratch where its itchy"
recalling a comforting feel-
of turning the screw in tight
and the satisfaction of getting it done just right
much like the grinding itch that's no more a hitch
or the fourth sneeze
the grand old yawn
and falling down dead to exhausted sleepiness
going 'Eureka" when one's awake
peculiarly missing all those irritating brakes
stopping
gearing
neutralizing
and finally, moving ahead with no ticks
ribs
sticks
or bruised licks


Fluted:


[the face of the wind is in the whistle of your mouth]


Heavy:


[blank emptiness
the kind one cannot scale
but feel
- in hollow tongues
and weighty tonnage]




Start:


[begin at the beginning
start where you sit
and standing about- follow that foot]

Exhaust:


[i don't do anger
i used to-
but exhaustion got the better of me]


Alive:


[its a curious thing
that when the dead are gone
you remember their being
more than anything]

Complimentary:


[this line's for the liker
this one's for the reader
and this is for the liker that reads and writes]


Ending:


[no matter what
always conclude
sincerely
very sincerely]


Lotus Rot:


[in keeping your-
legs crossed
arms folded
back slouched-
you create that eternal knot
and as such
blame life]



Ad-Vice:


[sometimes
the best help anyone can give or receive
is by being present]


Hardback Writer:


[same page
different books
contextual conflicts]

Ps: YourLustForLifeStartsRightNow!

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