Saks Fifth Ave. don't sell affection.

                   
                      Living in the clouds
                      there are so many reflections

                      Like those machines
                      that feed on emptiness

                      There's always a vacancy

                      Your rejection for my doubt

                      and all of the things
                      we cannot live without.

Then I was inspired, now I'm sad and tired...

   

                             change is in the air and it smells like raindrops

promise that you'll sing about me forever

                                           

                                              I still have to work at it

                                              and we all do

                                              though we'll wish we didn’t

                                              we forget things all the time 

                                              It’s the only way to survive

                                              If there was nothing 

                                              that we didn’t remember-

                                              we would be paralyzed

In Memoriam

In honour of my dear father; my inspiration.
The man whose artwork has given life to this blog.  

He was a brilliant artist who left us too soon and will always be missed.  

                                                                                     

                                           

                                           {The} EVENING OF SLACKNESS

                                                          -I-

                                                    AFTERMATH

                                           I have been to their houses,
                                           I know where they live....

                                           The brokers who negotiate from broken premises
                                           Navigating wayfarers who lie in waiting satellites


                                           I would also like to invite
                                           The hard-working honest
                                           Who have arrived through the cracks of dawn

                                           The evening of slackness
                                           Has begun at noon...

                                           Some want too much
                                           Some want too little,
                                           Then there's the rest of us
                                           Who sit in the middle.

                                           And when the slackness is evened out,
                                           Sailors can steer clear of the rocks.

                                                          -II-

                                           Un-dimensional germination

                                           Acorns become timbers

                                           After oaks

                                         
                                           Then lignified swirls swabbed down

                                           by sailors, and you don't

                                           Promise never to forget

                                           The direction of the rocks

                                           by these creaking wooden cribs

                                           Where babes lie in dormancy.

                                           There will be an evening of slackness

                                           Once we raise the mast

                                           Then set-up sails

                                           Leaving the past

                                           & on into future days

                                           & off screen compromise

                                           On present windy nights

                                           there will be a shift

                                           When the slack is evened out

                                           You  are the most analytical mind I know of

                                           Whose conclusions are bigger black holes than the

                                           Sum of everything a cave can hold

When doves cry

                                          The air moves when I think about you 

                                                 and I've stopped wondering why.*

Gypsies will be gypsies

        The ground will always be cursed by the sky—     

        between the sunset and your shoelaces 

        everything will slip by

        and you are only part of it

        you will always be low and above it.

elastic heart

Live under time

& there'll never be 

enough space

for all that you are 

will never fit in one place

and though some things 

will never change-

there'll always be more 

that will never be the same.

comfortably numb

                         I've no need for any sugar in my coffee today--

             not that I don't need it

             It's just that sometimes
             I need the harshness

             the solitude.

             to taste the real taste
             and nothing in between

             I do think I deserve the sweetness
                            
             But I'm prepared to go without it

             Sometimes depravity is necessary
             to realize what it is we really need

             and to know the limits of the need

with love & squalor

You must know by now
I do it all for you.

Oui or non?

The moon is a woman. 

She told me so. 

She said that

if you don't say it 

then they'll never know.

Freefallin'

                        It isn't enough love--

                         just to be.

                         you'll have to work at being

                         you have to keep on living.

                         keep moving forwards-

                         towards the you you're meant to be.

                         you can't stay still- for too long

                        

                         you can't just be

                         without believing in what's to be

                        

                         There isn't enough love

                         if you don't believe

                         

                         nothing will be

                         

                         if you don't allow it to be

Just so I don't have to think about thinking...

It comes from somewhere- because everything has to. 
But what's the point of asking questions when the answers weren't meant for you?

Proof of Existence

How are we so different from all those guys 
just a few blocks down the street?

We all need the same basics-- 
nourishment; physical, mental & existential.

We all need
rest & revitalizations.

We eat, we sleep.
we walk, talk, rest, repeat.

go out, stay in. 
do it again.

we all enjoy certain freedoms
or at least the perception of them.

And that idea 
will keep us going 

& always wanting more