Operating at a safe distance –07 /26/19 @ Crow’s Coffee (KC, MO) #poetry

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Addicted to three-thirty​
Allowing for the clouds to pass
Documentary jungle dreams
Operating at a safe distance

When I was a child once
I let a dog bite me in the eye twice
The first time I wanted to play
The second time I was apologizing

Time to let go of all the stuffed animals
To break the seal
To pet the penguins
Take a coffee with danger

Zero-calorie sweetener
Balanced for everyday use
Earthly grains ready to eat
All-day pain relief
What was I apologizing for?

My species, my infinite wisdom
In every relationship since
I’ve never forgotten you Pretzel

Girl in a wheelchair at the airport

Thank you for sharing with me
Your beautiful ballet in outer space

I fell in love with you at first sight
For a moment I thought you were a boy
It felt like it happened
Almost without thinking
Why did I do that
The shoes gave it away
Why do we need that
They were pink

From above clouds can look like
Skin under a microscope
The surface of another planet
Or the old standby cotton balls
The fabric of our lives

If I’m honest it was the hair that
First got my attention
The way it hung in your eyes
Like saying look at me
I can’t see you

Okay maybe it was the wheelchair too
I don’t know which came first
In this chicken or egg world
But I just wanted to thank
Thank you for the dance

Fire men

Excuse me, sir?
You left something
Right there on the bench
Next to me.

Marks on the launch pad.
How many suffer
For a flower to grow?

“We burn them to ashes
And then we burn the ashes.”

We learn so much from fire.
Everything burns the same
Beautiful and bright.
Everyone in the room knows
When it’s on.

A million tiny tongues
All going at once.
Do they taste anything?

“If I could lick my own balls
I might never date again.”

Fire changes things
With one quick click flicker
Forever.

The gaze of a father
Turns the skin to Silly Puddy.
We forge weapons
During commercials
Hack away
At the hanging bags of Jello.

The fire is in us.
We feel entitled to write books
To burn.

Washington D.C. 2/23/16 #poetry 

Hearing the distant sounds
The giant claws
Scrape against the pavement 

A hollow hum of machine and metal
Another day of stamping out
Our spot 

The sun rises like chocolate Babka 

The world teeters atop an ice cream cone
Held by a skipping child
In a blue dress

A couple stares down
at their Empty plates
Waiting for their devices
to charge

A big blue yoga ball
Pressing against the ass
Of an ex marine 

Life in the truck lane
This one goes that way
That one goes this way 

The joy is not the fast lane
The joy is in us

In a cup or a plate
There is joy
in a pair of socks

The world dangles from a bolo tie
Loosely strung around the neck
Of a alien teenager 

Meeting people before knowing
Sharing power strips
And lightening rods 

Everything donuts
Soft spoken waiters and parking protocols 

Burning buildings and
Toasted secrets 

We share it all
It is all in us
Put another quarter in
The rain has almost stopped 

NYC 2/21/16 #poetry

Buschwick morning
Researching the walls 

High flash point formula
Penetrating catalyst

Death by death metal
White night dark horse 

Can we talk
Yes we can talk
We can walk
We can warm our hands by the fire

We can warm our hands
By holding
Our warm holding hands
Handfuls of warm goat
And cumin
Cheese and warm flat bread

Sore shoulders
Cracking knees
Folding pizza slices 

Troughs of oil and spice flow
Like melting ice through a hot city gutter
Down down down 

I see a water taxi in our future
International bar still there
Rays still there
Sidewalk still there 

I still see every breath
Every breath different
Every step
Like an explosion
An explosion exposure
Every
Ch ch ch ch ch ch cherry bomb
Like drinking warm wine
After being a little cold 

Brooklyn, NY 2/20/16 #poetry

Swimming with a beginners mind
Feasting upon the world
Like an open face sandwich
Holding things with both hands
Holding things with
Both hearts 

The under brush
The trash and paper
On the side of the road
Tangled in the branches 

The joy of pissing in allies
Teacup surprise
Taking refuge in holes

Where are you please send help
There’s carpet on the wall
There are Dog biscuits on the walls 

Drumstick clock face
Guitars and bars
Stars and floors
And full moons over dark skys
Frozen pipes and hard times
Fit bit shit bit
Big ass and stained glass

Swimming with a beginners mind
How many times do I have to say it?
I love you all
And I hate it when you fight
You are so special and talented
Like the most excellent sandwich
Ever made
The very very best sandwich I have ever
Ever tasted in my entire life. 

Baltimore, MD 2/19/16 #poetry 

Waves of a distant highway
Cracks on a hotel bathtub
An elderly woman
alone on her birthday
A look
A sigh
A fart 

We make so much from nothing
Truly amazing we are 

Jumping from one conclusion to the next
Like a victim
on the ledge of a burning building 

Mobile home damage control
Pest home funeral control
Cheap fuel and expensive friends
Truck stops as far as the ey can see

Proceed to the root
Listening to
The woman who bought the world 

Don’t worry it’s a hip crowd
They’re with you
We’re all here.
We’re all in this
Together 

We sip it slowly
We ponder the complexity
But we never question
The light that envelopes us
And the mail carrier
And the mail handler
And the mail stamper
And the letter writer.
And the the letter reader 

We listen and we listen
For signs and then
we follow
More aware