poem

from bed, after the dance

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Male-1

that sounds like fun with double edged swords hanging above as i lay on a table set for two

with you crouching below

Damocles would be proud

it was shallow and baseless the crowds that gathered waiting to watch as we both vowed to leave together with a common cause casually understanding the reality that we would get shocked by sunlight peaking through a stained glass window carrying the memories of a religion lost to human interactions that didn’t match their masters wish

love

be loved

the rest will take us from this sphere of rational thoughts that power and steer us through the eye of the needle passing the middle while he played the fiddle

a tune that we all could hum

om

or shalom

my friend

Male-1

Adam and a friend

starting over to rediscover the purpose of this undercover time

from bed, sometimes sphinx rest in the middle

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the pharaoh didn’t walk alone

on that gilded sand

legions of weak dreams followed her around

fading away to a blur

still strong enough to stir the breath of fresh water waiting for warmth in the morning stream of thought that hadn’t occurred without the jarring distant discontented sounds breaking on our painstaking turn to burn the love we adjourn without acknowledging the slight differences between us

i’m not stunned anymore

indifferent

she confronted me as i stumbled with squinting eyes searching for answers to the riddle stranded in the middle of barren emotions balanced on the line of where we’re going and where we went

now

she’s waiting for me

on that gilded sand

leading me to the land of tomorrow’s memories

from bed, half way and switching light

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crunching sounds came from her room

mornings are done

she spent enough time spitting in moving streams sending stems shooting up where she’d hang her hopes, dreaming of valleys where vapors vault off vailed actor’s faces while they falsely direct attention away from tempting situations

we’ll end up there again

this time the lights will be out

she’ll continue to shout her thumbs into a screen to make sure you understand where she’s been, delegated discoveries of insecure ship captains commanding without a crew

navigating neutral waters

waiting for a breeze

i’ll be there, with her, hoping inspiration at the end of the day will guide us after coming half way.

*I’m halfway through a year of “streaming” everyday. I will now switch to streaming before i go to bed, rather than right when i wake up. i should probably change the title of the blog – in time.

from a couch, pause and applause lines

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SOTU: 1/30/18

Day 376

Shattered norms

our union

speaker

president

congress

first lady

americans

this podium

their dreams

swift action

our land

all americans

extraordinary success

never imagined

storms

we can be americas spine

devastating hurricane

las vegas strip

with melania

hurricane harvey

forty lives

thank you very much

david dahlburg

walls of flame

wildfires

pull through together

always

very personally

like you steve

in this room

yes

(paul ryan is thinking – so far so good)

of tragedy tonight

the key

to serve

our people are strong

proud america

including

alone

rising wages

forty-five year low

ever recorded

in history

this short period of time

through the roof

american history

small business

for everyone

child tax credit

in half

a lot more

(paul ryan – slow down buddy, stop ad libbing)

government ordered health care

individual mandate is now gone

anywhere in the world

a lot of money

in ohio

twenty year history

the building next door

two daughters education

a great welder

20,000 workers

just a little while ago

new american moment

this is your time

achieve absolutely anything

we’re going to be

do anything

same home

american flag

american life

in god we trust

(paul ryan – circled fingers to the sky)

unwavering support

on veterans day

a job well done

stand for the national anthem

history of our great country

religious liberty

health care decisions

VA accountability act

love our vets as much as we do

beginning of this great journey

our veterans

the american people (?remove people who fail american people?)

any administration in the history of country (remove regulations)

beautiful clean coal

to the world

beautiful autoworkers

that’s whats happening

in a long time

its all coming back

all over our country

leaving us

that’s where they want to be

the right to try

prescription drugs

for the year

watch

our wealth

we’re getting it back so fast

reciprocal

they’ll be fair

our trade rules

crumbling infrastructure

a simple road

our people deserve

desperately needs

we can do it

even one

building heritage

american grit

poverty to prosperity

need so badly

full potential

paid family leave

second chance at life

american families

illegal unaccompanied alien minors

thank you very much

thank you

break into our country

never happen again

all over the world

america’s forgotten communities

and creed

right to american dream

american’s are dreamers too

happen quickly

off our streets

great guy

send you reinforcements

previous administration covered

twelve year period

the border

catch and release

safety of american people

respect the laws of our country

end chain migration

distant relatives

spouses and minor children

future of america

chain migration

no longer afford

into the 21st century

immigration system

makes it happen

terribly hurt

you enable the goodness of our nation

our values

or anyone else

their nuclear weapons

we are not their yet, sadly

face of the earth

killers in iraq, and syria, and other locations as well

until isis is defeated

hopefully safely

boobie trapped

open an airway

emergency surgery

staff sergeants

are evil

annihilate them

be clear

unlawful enemy combatants

terrorists

who we release

great job

guantanamo bay

wherever we find them

guantanamo bay

new rules of engagement

(paul ryan – yawned)

our plans

jerusalem as the capitol of israel

make this decision

only go to friends of america

struggle for freedom

iran nuclear deal

sanctions on cuba and venezuela

cruel dictatorship in north korea

aggression and provocation

inspire us all thank you

total american resolve

to always done

be free

to death

the truth

how far you’ve come

thank you

monument to the american people

brave kids

they are americans

belongs to them

be worthy of them

we should never forget

god bless america

good night

from bed, bath, and walking upstairs – traffic was heavy

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stranded and willing

copper plated evening attire drew me to you and kept us circulating thoughts of wonder and tragedy.

the way we started

moving in circles with motion to sense our lack of control the way we hid in remote locations and occasions of caution with the stream line left to linger on a wandering night through blowing sand and dead elf wishes when cruising through the forest was easier than waking through gilded rooms of gold and silver wishes

deciding it was you who would lose themselves in grafted family trees where it was meant to be

i shouldn’t have been drawn to you

magnetic malice blew through the door halting progress passing through conduits dreamt up by our lost lips remembering the taste of penniless moments dreaming we could be coated again to pass freely to one another’s passions

from bed, shorty

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i lit the fuse and stayed

i wanted to feel the bomb blast, more importantly the time pass as a hiss would grow to bang and leave my final performance something of a mess

grinding behind curtains

you knew i was back there

words that churn from their mouths syntactic seeds i sprinkled in one-on-one rooms

people don’t think about the farmer alone walking rows before their shower starts

bacon and eggs for lazy legs distant from delivery of what keeps them from death

chain links and locks, layers and series of clicks and clocks, clacks and clucks

removed

nuances delivered developed by detailed rain falling on poor richard’s head as he stands alone in mud tides willing himself to walk to the shoals

studios where elvis was made without awkward hips but rhythm and dips doo dippy doo the wizard is suppose to stay in the shoe and don’t rub three times

i have no wishes

the plates delivered not thinking about dishes

i’ll live back here, behind the forest guiding as you zoom in-and-out

a final testament

the sound that stirs your snooze as i give a final refuse and wait…it’s the end of the fuse

i’m behind the curtain

you won’t have to watch

from bed, your yellow bird

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he couldn’t find his way through the textural maze of self-doubt and criticisms sang to him before bed

there were still bars surrounding him

cries to stay alive barely realized all he could surmise is those legs better bend and rise to help him climb up to the only group big enough to feel like he belonged

homo erectus

homo connectus

they couldn’t exclude him

they’d try

running through fields of cigarette butts and self serving pin pricks, random stray dog licks, and get out of here boot kicks he found the porch

there, his eyes, unable to stay as still as his blessed heart laid fresh to his yellow bird.

a peculiar feathered friend who found a perch nestled where the pole met light, well, half-light as it struggled to illuminate the lives left behind by economic rewind and prepared paychecks to keep in-line the ones who had to make it to the end of the row

a distant connection undefined, interspecies, yellow bird stared straight, their eyes catching

he fumbled a tweet sound from lips left without water, yellow bird cocked her head and riffle fired a ‘good morning’

he replied, in english, he figure she’d have to learn to discern the chopped sounds stumbling as pleasantries were exchanged

‘will you be my…’ barely met oxygen when she swooped close and led him down blocks built for ‘others’, this was new

gliding freely, from corner store to school door they followed nothing and found no floor his heels hardly hitting a ground where lines were found, outlined cousins and sisters bound, street names and histor-ies to protect and divide, relied on boundaries and lies that trap and bind our senses

there’s no mystery

it’s the songs we hear when nights are blistery, do they keep us calm or awake, waiting to take this piece of cake promised to us once a year

she led him back to the porch

not a spark, a roaring torch kept him warm and would help inform the decisions left to lead him through the dim lit days

she’ll come back

from bed, at least i’m not angry anymore

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i used to think you’d show up when i left.

visions of a blustery fall day burial scene with cracks of thunder and would be lovers hiding behind trees while my family collected woulda, shoulda, and couldas

these thoughts brought comfort when slitting my throat seemed like a viable option

but

i forgot to rent out a sign to design the image of me i’d assign so you didn’t have to contemplate what i gave

absorbing left me dry

taken for granted

as i lye motionless you don’t deserve to cry while they lie and you skip over the dry sky that left me wanting more

now you’re heading to the store to buy what you were quick to deny

and these other assholes who take out billboards and broadcast simple tasks get your adoration in a shallow nation where everything needs to be spoon fed

here you fucking baby, planes coming in the hangar

i’d jab that spoon deep and carve out your esophagus, wrap it around your neck, and kick you over

the subtle beauty trapped in a clavicle bone draped with falling fabric riding up-and-down

is lost on you

not to be found in this fast forward fuck-fest where fake tits and cock sucking scenes are what you need to understand attraction.

told what to do, who to clap for, no fucking mind of your own to understand that passing fancy each day is what made you smile

keep nodding off to numbed out numbers coming through a real-to-life screen where i finally fall in the background

the worms will know

from bed, a love poem: beer, fear, and drawing you near

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my fist crashed through the beginning of a precipitous night bash

a pyramid equation, century club persuasion, fifty-four cans, ten at the base, that’s quick math, and, believe it or not, this isn’t a blood bath

it’s a love poem

lenses were stirred

eyes fixed in one motion, i was next to you

a soft hushed walk home, i was with you

listening to bob and tongue-tangled blue time lapse, i was in you

pants went up

my anticipation and perseveration flew

was hello a goodbye?

breakfast fare late in the night, catching friends entangled in new sight, and our hips were locked

challenged, not judged, and free

we shot darts and moved across country

you stood in light and laid with me in frost bitten-faulty fragile nights

exposed

caressed

left open

undressed

work, accomplish, and build

they came

one at a time

found ourselves in the daily grind

we shed our baby fat

calling forth new life

two became three, became four, and built to more as we raced around the country

i remember when you first painted your face

thirty-two years into life

i thought mine was over

we changed

together

gathering steam to pound back across states to find a place where we would rest

fate

you listened and touched the words falling with frailty from a mouth designed for wishing away time and wondering ‘what if?’ daily

i don’t do that anymore

you’re in store

for fifty-four more

the cans were recycled in stories for the ones we tell time with

every touch of morning you’re the one i rise with

pyramids confirm you’re who i wonder with

wander with

devour life with

and who i’ll cease physical pleasure with

leaving this language of our own for others to decipher

a common logical qualifier

love

from bed, sometimes the stream is rough

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i didn’t know there was a time frame

you left, you crawled down the hall

wishing i wouldn’t have asked you where the case began

when did you start this game of penny tossing angel eating allegations against a symmetric piece of cake that never made its way to candles in front of a flaming child’s face when desires were simple

smile at the reverence of denial

if there isn’t a time when we could strike a pose and dispose of candid moments in the hallway window dressing our camp secrets when it was the fire and you wishing i wasn’t on my side and i could plea to you to banish the fool who left the desert with one eye

closed and dishes undone thanks for being here as the reindeer rushed over after they heard you turned another year old

scold the bold and undo the untold and if it’s my turn then i’ll happily go before there is another match that burns out before i have time to rush through and see you