Not Your Life To Take

September 1, 2007

A lotus flower

                      sits by the Nile

                                                where a crocodile shines it’s smile

                            Rips off your arm. . .

Now you know

                        If the flowers grow

                                                     to close to the edge

  Don’t reach out

                             To pick it. . .

                                                   Let it live

Sleeping

September 1, 2007

I feel

restless

tonight

don’t think i’ll be able

to sleep

let the nightmares

take me

stay awake 

write a tune or two

compose a lullaby

for you to sing

soft melodies 

milkyways

galaxy gospels

far beyond

the simple stars

where up is not up

 nor down is down

toss and turn

 in the sweat

of my fears

arms go dead

 from the weight

 of myself

if that numbness

could spread

take over

my body

let me just be

without motion

 let me be

no worries

no shame

what would it be like

to sleep

though one night

once

in three years

would be nice

Headache

September 1, 2007

Hot talk

           New noise

                       My head is throbbing

    You see saints

                         Don’t lie to yourself

                                          Lie to someone else

                                                     At least something will come out of it

                                                                  Insinuation

                                                                  Accusation

                                                                  Intimidation

Slow down

           Don’t speak

                        My head is throbbing

Cross examine your specimen

                     Pick apart my main frame

                                          Hear the buzzing

                                                 Hear the static

                                                         Hear the fuzz

                                                 Snow on the televison

                                                                             Scilence

                                                                                      Quite

                                                                                              Mute

          The phone rings

                                   I won’t anwser

                                                    I’m not home

                                                                 Don’t call me. . .