Tuesday, December 18, 2012

No roof above the stars

Four walled wonder
Wondering wildly.
How can the walls come down when they hold everything up
Shelter is all around, and not over us yet
Box life up, down: shut the lid
Let the rain crumble concrete, mortar, mud and cardboard
Bring it down, it holds nothing up
No roof above the stars
Our heads looking up.
Tear at the plaster
Scream as the doors are locked up.
Below us a door mat saying welcome
Steps leading up, stairs going nowhere
Where did life go when the four walls walked out
Standing up the wreaking ball that never came.
And only waited for the roof to throw it self against time.

Heart of sand

This castle was built out of a heart full of sand
 This heart it was smashed in a cradle of glass
This glass was a mirror into the world
And the world in turn sent a tide of love and washed the castle away.


My feet they are rusting
My heart readjusting
My eyes are opening
My mind is hopeing
My hands are holding
My thoughts revolting
My head is heavy
My arms are tired
My legs retire


Rain thunders down on dust dry hills
Echoing, permeating
Through my tin roof shack.
Tall mule deer pose
As the air becomes scented with static.
Buds of only now green weeds turn skyward
Like hungry parched mouths.

Anticipating drought
Creeks now flushed with water
Race toward the Skaha Queen.

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

On the road again

The train blows and my heart goes right out that door.....
It chugs just alittle to fast to catch, my heart that is.
The sun is creeping at the lip of dawn
I know it's time to move on
West, windward

Slip out to the left of the last star to the right, and straight on till morning
This cinderella home turning into a pumpkin pack at the stroke of 6

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Wild Life

Singing with the crickets
Hanging off the moon
Grasping at star shine
Sleeping in the noon

Sun is shining darlin
Creeping shadows pass
Tides are rising honey
And nothings meant to last

Last until forever
Through the dreaming of the night
Though upon the day break
Nightmares take their flight

Coyotes a baying, lo hills
Deer upon the lam
How the circles spinning
Carves this secret land

South flys the gooses cackling
Frost upon the wind
Secrets of the future
How it all will end

Walk along my footsteps
Take the path less trod
Know your self is stronger
Then some past written God

Moon your face is changed
Crone has come and gone
Soon the elk departing
Leave hoof prints in the dawn

Monday, May 14, 2012

After The War

The bells toll from crumbling towers
Almost too ruined to ring
Rats roll in packs
Pigeons pack in cloisters
Hallowed halls with alabaster virgins.

They look on impassively
The sins of  sinners, strangers
As the past mantras and hail Mary's
Fade from tattered tapestries.

The Candace of countless centuries
Pass through high steeples
Embodied monoliths in the wind.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Fuck Black Velvet

Kitchen sitting
Kitchen standing
Kitchen pacing, mind racing
More drinking tipping
Fuck black velvet