30 September 2011

all that we could ever be

thirty days has september
the troubling case
of harvey leroy atwater
whose name is known by ones and zeros
that take so much
of my attention home

two tens

seems like long time
but hate can climb
            and rove can row
the worst can grow
   and it has grown
it took the pride
of the ones who really know
but aren’t afraid to go
across the line

                          full blown

the drone didn’t know
but lee found out the truth
or   a truth
he was a witch-doctor a sleuth
suffered from hard luck and misuse
but dave baerwald told me the news

how he hoped that there is a god
that punishes
now that must have scared the shit out of lee
so he tried to make a bit amend
for the liars club   all his friends
dining out on hate and blame
calling good men out by name
‘perceptifying’ reality
unbeknownst to the ones in need
but not the ones confused by greed

the hired help was all that he

       all that we

                  could ever be


28 September 2011

what will you do

watch immortal
see the eyes want a better place
be better people
if it does not noble you
it fails you
extinction is your option
unless you evolve

unless you resolve
take this
         devoid of hatred
the time is now
you are now
what can you do what should you do
                 what will you do

27 September 2011

pretty girls play the clarinet

she was someone that i used to know
a smile so familiar
seen a hundred times
the nervous laugh was gone though

she was old enough to
look like another someone that i knew
the flutist
from alden
with freckles
with child

it took a minute to click we stared
not a lovers stare
not a strangers stare
there was something in there
something in between
but lean
and it was difficult to say who got there first
i think it was me

she thinks it was her

she may be the exception
to the townes rule
that yellow headed women
bring nothing but pain
if i have to explain
if you think that thin air
brings fame
you might have not been listening

she never caused me any pain
all she ever did
was be the refrain
and i did things
to see the smile 
      time and again
it was a crush
i’m sure
deft          and           demure
she liked to show me to her sister
who never understood
but once got the laugh meant for smiley
meant for good
and that day cemented
what could never be heard
because the light eyes
and the real smiles
didn’t need the words

25 September 2011

the whole reason to cross allen street is gone

back then
back when there was still a reason to cross allen street
                                            back before berlin
 when she was red bone
 from buffalo       
when she was h i g h yellow            

when it was  ‘if you’re not a staylow then you gotta go home
 and that means you too jared leto’

back then
        one night
                 one little night
i heard a man
        one man
                 a book man
the man from the book store

he was stammering  stomping like he was coming straight outtacompton
          spitting and bloodletting

the first word came first
it came right on the first stomp
it exploded
he said ‘participatory’
yeah  he said ‘participatory’
and then he said it again
and again
and again

until it rocked with an uneven white boy rhythm that took its cue
from when the stomp came down
and that alone

                                   he said it again               and again

‘participatory participatory participatory
participatory participatory participatory

democracy democracy democracy’

he said
‘participatory participatory
democracy democracy
participatory participatory
democracy democracy’

then some of us started saying it
        and then more of us started saying it

then it was back and forth

the man  said

24 September 2011

addiction stands alone

in favor of the behavior
first alone
then afraid
seems so far away

how old was i
         how bold was i
saving all that turn around love
for someone not welcome
who only loves
the needle high
full of saline
and       salience
racing embracing reticence
karma and

more cocaine can temporarily
         the situation
the conflagration
uncontrollable addiction
the choice disease
of sons
and daughters
mothers and fathers
hooked on heroin
low taxes and ice-water

tactics can deflect impact
create impasse
how to make glass
in little towns
leaves brown
shade controlled
by small amounts of

and big money players
who don’t believe a word
they say
just throw that shit out there
to get in your way
to move some cash
over and back
til they got it all
and a heart attack

this fall
we have to find out
if you know
if it shows
which way the wind blows the staylows

catastrophic circumstances
not little ones
this drinkin’s killing me
i need the help
but i still drink from the top shelf

funny thing is
i ended up being addicted
to propane
and recidivism
three months at the minimum

addiction stands alone
ignoring the stigma
                     the leprosy and
libby zion