the thoughts i had of you
as the dark of the night nodded off
and the rays of the yellow dwarf
slid through softly open curtains
reminding me that there wasn’t any romance between us
but when your phantom fingers stroked my mind
the imagination of the woman you turned me to
thrusted me into an explosive fantasy
running out of seasons
the hill is a mile away
the Brave is tired
as he looks over the plain
the hunger in the sky
falls like fire
on inaudible prophesies
i lived another day in you to drown
and what is here before me drowns again
your buildings fall under my feet and birds
flock in this eve of raging guideless light
i love you in my bones to beg for luck
and mercy from a god or anyone
who finds my deadly skin on the edges
of confusion upon the deserts of the found
cold
concrete
the walls
are brick and
yet have witnessed many things
the stains of age are in the page
of the city’s palm the angels speak and demons kick out in laughter
i walk on thorns the books are long and i can’t see anything that breaks the spell of misery’s iron grasp
the worried sunrise comes and shines a light that fades into the cracks of time in the monuments unto lethargic progress and flowers bloom in screens of doom and shots are too quickly taken
unlike Tokpella this alley way has finite space and we all walk in crippling slumber John Wayne won’t get me here
amongst this man made thunder the blood is thin and made of ashes
as i lay the east escapes from me
Pahana you are over due
canyons fell down
life out
of
balance
en las calles veo lo que pasa
los niños juegan y gritan
en cada cabezita una revolución
listo para nacer o seguir
en sus tiendas veo los rostros
de padres, hijos, tíos, primos, hermanos
ojos con desiertos
manos que construyen pirámides modernas
en sus manos veo lo que es sufrir
llorar sin hacer un ruido reír sin sentirse con gusto
sonar sin esperanza
y en su corazón perder su latido
nas ruas vejo o que acontece
as crianças brincam e gritam
em cada cabezita uma revolução
pronto para nascer ou seguir
em suas lojas eu vejo os rostos
de pais, filhos, tios, primos, irmãos
olhos com desertos
mãos que constroem pirâmides modernas
em suas mãos eu vejo o que é sofrer
chore sem fazer um barulho rir sem se sentir como
som sem esperança
e no seu coração perder o seu batimento
in the streets i see what happens
children play and shout
in each little mind a revolution
ready to be born or to follow
in your stores i see the faces
of fathers, sons, uncles, cousins, brothers
eyes with deserts
hands that build modern pyramids
in their hands i see what it is to suffer
cry without making a noise laugh without sound
dream without hope
and in your heart lose your heartbeat
quiet is the street i
walk tonight
the lights are all at ease
Casa Blanca star lit sky
with Jim Morrison moon above me
i can’t feel my
presence
in your melancholy
leave
i can’t feel my pull
in your unfathomable rejection
the river tides are
crawling by
in this wilderness of roads
the boulevard is void of sparkle
in the mind a church bell booms
in the highest of
these jagged hills
the madness of my love sick dreams contours
slipping into the wicked ground
under the throbbing
quiet
Beaudry hosts a
saxophone
Bixel lies ahead in candle light
i’ve turned this corner every day
for many needs and wrongs
all to find nothing
without any cause
man creates his prison bars
in rods of dustless time
b.c.s, quantums, leaps, bounds,
seconds, aeons, even Chronicles
and Psalms
Alphas and Omegas
terrible endless frontiers
and there You are
all Light inside of us
she was calm after
i tore her from her family
never did she whimper
as her life bled out from her
and as she slowly perished
the beauty shone in her purity
she still hung on for you
shame grazed me after
she looked at me and smiled
that night my flower passed away
in my cold hand trembling at
the sight of your invisibility
she was a symbol of all you
meant to me
tonight the great primordial womb
calls me back
the womb she said, “Jacob, my son, it’s time to go.”
dear lost angel please don’t cry
we did agree that we would not be eternal
although the diamond rings in your banking district
are the most precious i’ve ever seen
the rings of Saturn beckon with their greatness
yes, yes my love, i know
how delicious the curves of the lot on Paramount are
but a million platinum words spoken to all of infinity
on the silver screen cannot hold me down
my Lady Queen of Angels
host to all of God’s creations both real and false
purveyor of riots, scandals and botox
cowboys, beaches and dahlias of all colors
the great universe summons
i fall in backwards toward my youth
but not before kissing the great Pacific farewell
Leonard fly with me
beyond the gray skies above
with our torn blue coats
your voice coursing through my heart
let’s soar beyond the wire
words less spoken 