Category: Photo/Poem

How It Is

 How is it when the tree withers and the leaves fall?
 Body exposed in the golden wind.
     -Blue Cliff Record
 

 I certainly know how to get naked
 and swing from a chandelier.
 Unexpected moments driven
 by music and emotions
 of beauty.
 
 Awkward interactions,
 abrupt transitions,
 bizarre, hilarious, enthralling
 confounding and cathartic.
 
 Lots of costume changes
 radically reconfigured, sutured,
 and amplified,
 they contain and manipulate
 so many influences
 from vaudeville comedy
 to hip hop.

 Snippets of hard-edged music,
 astonishing powerful,
 and unpredictability wild,
 and out there, 
 and free.
 
 Seems to represent 
 an existential struggle against
 habitual prejudice and inequality,
 patriarchal capitalistic heteronormativity,
 or something else.
 
 Postmodern.
 
 I need something simpler.

Those Indelible Atmospheres


Those indelible atmospheres:

 crawling naked onto clean sheets
 with a brand new lover;
 
 floating unencumbered, not touching bottom,
 above the salty waves
 before they crash;
 
 sitting in a dark bar,
 the smell of beer soaked wood
 and the sound of pinball exclamations,
 awaiting the what-will-be-better;
 
 the desert at night,
 the back seat of your dad’s car
 parked in the woods,
 that first kiss,
 first toke,
 first time behind the wheel,
 hitting one over the fence,
 an unexpected embrace,
 or hearing
 you did good.
 
 And others,
 that are yours.

Feathers and Fancy

 Dreamless and lost
 in a mind of feathers and fancy;

 headless
 without ceiling,
 nonsense drenched with
 the unhinged conviction of
 solidified knowing.

 No, no;
 it’s heedless 
 yoyo disintegration
 of runaway spirits
 scattered in the ceaseless tock
 of arhythmic time.
 
 Electrical metaphors,
 impulsive,
 unstable,
 but oh so pretty;
 previously seen  in the spastic dance
 of St Vitus gone a rye,
 
 unplugged
 in a 3:00 AM
 torpor.

Tro Tro Entextualization


 People Will Know But Who Will Tell Them?
 Life Is War.
 A Short Man Is Not A Boy.
 I No Be Like You.
 Envy Never Lights A Fire.
 Gold Never Rusts.
 Still, It Makes Me Laugh.
 And Jesus Wept.
 No One Is Perfect.
 
 Observers Are Worried, Why?
 Belly Never Know Vacation.
 Sea Never Dry.
 Love Is Good.
 Love Like Death.
 Cool And Collected, Lover Boy.
 Are You Looking At Your Mama?
 It Is Not Easy.
 
 Women Hate Poverty Because Of Money.
 Shopping Is Believing.
 If You Don’t Look Well, You Will Not See Well.
 Paddle Your Own Canoe.
 You Too Can Try.
 But Why?
 
 Don’t Blame Jesus.
 If God is Your Co-Pilot, Switch Seats

*Found –  Peaks Island, Maine