tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41263742024-03-21T15:04:56.540-07:00Out of ContextI am totally out of context.
Please put this wherever it fits.extexthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16231120282511693078noreply@blogger.comBlogger144125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126374.post-50184184250120392862021-05-11T13:15:00.002-07:002021-05-11T13:15:19.975-07:00A Boy Named Weedextexthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16231120282511693078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126374.post-40871442884323256342021-05-11T12:55:00.004-07:002021-05-11T12:55:48.166-07:00 All Fallextexthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16231120282511693078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126374.post-86025325911110615512021-05-11T12:52:00.001-07:002021-05-11T12:52:11.338-07:00A Brad Fielder Paintingextexthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16231120282511693078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126374.post-17953026169152776682021-05-11T12:50:00.003-07:002021-05-11T12:50:43.108-07:00 Get the kite. Watch out for the wire.extexthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16231120282511693078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126374.post-83642191684136558802021-05-11T12:46:00.001-07:002021-05-11T12:46:53.802-07:00The Long DayRemember the time the bell in the clock towergot stuck and struckforty-seven times in a rowand everyone wanted to knowif the Rapture had happenedand, if so, what am I doing here?Remember it took and laddertruck from the firehouseand a couple of firemento quiet the damn thing down?It seemed like more of anemergency than it really was.extexthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16231120282511693078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126374.post-36365433162955579132021-05-08T15:53:00.002-07:002021-05-08T15:53:25.503-07:00 Apate -- Art Card seriesextexthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16231120282511693078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126374.post-30190554875027129022021-05-08T15:45:00.005-07:002021-05-08T15:46:50.528-07:00 Collage with Gravyextexthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16231120282511693078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126374.post-82146494507754212632021-05-08T15:40:00.004-07:002021-05-08T15:40:24.847-07:00 My drink for the day:tall glass of crushed icejuice of 2 limes2 oz. of Stirrings' Ginger liqueurswizzle and enjoy.extexthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16231120282511693078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126374.post-46562778473116896192021-05-08T15:21:00.000-07:002021-05-08T15:21:09.972-07:00Neoteny - Art Card series extexthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16231120282511693078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126374.post-55427954237822363292021-05-08T15:17:00.002-07:002021-05-08T15:17:17.048-07:00 04132021Eugene was in a dreamBeing a being. It’s a beginning.The sound suddenlyNotified me that I’dLeft the water running.I hadn’t. A big jetWas landing at theAir force base moreThan a county away.Eugene was untiedAnd ready for Jack.extexthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16231120282511693078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126374.post-7502259203557081752019-01-12T08:16:00.003-08:002019-01-12T08:16:54.846-08:00Coy Moon
Pink cheeked in a peek-a-boo sky
Multi warbled birds circle the dawn
while we shadow ourselves in sleep.
Have you seen fish kiss each other?
Let’s swim deeper under the covers,
warm the rainbows in our desires
with schools of sparks and swirls of
fire. Every inch I give is an offered
mile. Now it’s new. Now it’s full.
We float deep in a pearl flavored pool.
extexthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16231120282511693078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126374.post-6190196847720324862019-01-11T09:20:00.002-08:002019-01-11T09:20:37.673-08:00Ice Skyextexthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16231120282511693078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126374.post-40067289904435668832019-01-11T09:16:00.000-08:002019-01-11T09:16:23.135-08:00Jonah Talks to Pinocchio
We’ve got this problem. It holds
us in its mouth like piece of candy.
The cave is dark and breaths wet
air. Am I white or black, wood or
fat? I keep my thoughts in clouds,
but how crazy do you have to be
to think you could ever be real?
Your father was a clock maker
and your mother was carving knife.
Mine was a whirlwind and a song.
We both escape to be trapped.
The clouds extexthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16231120282511693078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126374.post-16196689613639251812018-03-10T08:20:00.000-08:002018-03-10T08:20:19.450-08:00Coat Check
We could meet in the parking lot
Of the Circle Cinema; the coffee
Shop has tasty tarts and comfy
Couches for us to share. Stir my
Cream in mystic spirals—recall
Steam over winter grates, clouds
Like meringue toasted in sun fall,
We were women in long clothes,
Ornamental metals chained around
our necks. In the second it takes to
Spin I have fallen in love with your
Chin and how extexthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16231120282511693078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126374.post-82291881284250551942018-03-06T14:26:00.001-08:002018-03-07T14:53:11.821-08:00National Auto
The dealership by the highway
Never takes down the fleet flag
In its floodlights and flash,
Though, because of another
Meaningless American massacre,
It is at half-staff.
Past midnight
In a winter storm, hail and freezing
Rain, the seams have come un-
Done among the strips.
A body
Of blue, the stars freeze silver.
Red ribbons and white extexthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16231120282511693078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126374.post-40260587343058523662018-03-03T07:27:00.001-08:002018-03-03T07:27:32.440-08:00Reflection in Difference
My chiral lover from long ago
Don’t make me sad. Say, “told
You so.” I think I do not want
To know, or impose once more.
Peripheral to lives we’ve lived
Apart and still a part of today,
I could grab your hand and find
It warm. I missed your wave
From the window as I drove
Away into the rain, the night,
Drove away from this time.
extexthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16231120282511693078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126374.post-36281287041315343772017-09-07T07:38:00.000-07:002017-09-07T19:08:35.578-07:00Knightly Dreams
Boiler plate on my breast
With a crest of crossed fingers
I consult my arsenal, the ideal,
Like a falcon hooded on my wrist.
I campaign for the honest truth,
Love from lust to brotherhood.
Come, run with me. Noble,
Wild as mountains or wind.
We flow together, one in blood.
Years have turned and gone, heart,
Since I touched your shiny lips,
Your laugh warm against my neck.
I extexthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16231120282511693078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126374.post-69287057810166407562017-09-06T08:39:00.000-07:002017-09-06T19:48:17.177-07:00Log In (a paste poem in memory of J.A.)
Got it wrong in the past, rewrite it.
The normal rules of nature do not apply.
It makes individuals sensitive to context,
Regardless of the level of existence.
The peach harvest is way down in Georgia.
Sensitive to context and 'open' to change
what does apply? A two-pronged approach
helps us adapt to adversity. Push RESET.
It has practical applications. By backing up
You watch extexthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16231120282511693078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126374.post-17234734755746052132017-08-24T12:51:00.005-07:002017-08-24T12:51:55.237-07:00Doesn't Say Muchextexthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16231120282511693078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126374.post-80900728577162703672017-08-24T12:50:00.000-07:002017-08-24T12:50:45.574-07:00Blues in Greenextexthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16231120282511693078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126374.post-58602758215708583332017-08-21T13:03:00.000-07:002017-08-21T17:59:21.053-07:00Once a Future
Late
Afternoon and
I hold my balls in hand.
The world should be a better place.
Wait.
extexthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16231120282511693078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126374.post-77302018327264755032017-08-21T12:25:00.001-07:002017-08-21T12:25:47.303-07:00Hylozoist
Matter represents itself
As all possible reality.
This apple isn’t orange,
It is roughly vermillion.
I knew as much when I
Was only four years old.
I liked the feel of warm
Sand on a sunny day.
I built office buildings
For little plastic citizens.
My best friend was far
Away at kindergarten.
I barely knew who I was.
I knew what I could do.
How do you access the
Unconsciousextexthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16231120282511693078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126374.post-30131631119669794382017-08-19T21:07:00.000-07:002017-08-21T16:18:30.354-07:00Tidbits and Gigabytes
Adenosine is an endogenous
Sleep inducer. That's why we
Feel more awake after coffee.
You may have known
Lithium from its role
In rechargeable batteries.
Do you think it more effective
To have a cooperative network
With a clearly chosen coordinator?
Such instabilities are akin
To a snake or dragon
That swallows its own tail.
Joe tells us that the citron was
extexthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16231120282511693078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126374.post-1662034641934314392017-08-18T06:57:00.003-07:002017-08-18T06:57:56.930-07:00Repairs
Workers
Break the street,
Pour in new concrete.
Skilled hands sculpt the curb.
Park it.
extexthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16231120282511693078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126374.post-5562403509486226092017-08-17T04:51:00.000-07:002017-08-17T04:51:21.634-07:00Fairy Tale
Monsters jump around in my head.
Copper green with wing feathers
Sharp as saws and lightning eyes.
I try to run from your many arms.
Fangs like ice cycles drip poison.
Lips thick and clay black kiss
The back of my neck. I bleed.
I sweat as my burning eyes roll.
Don’t tell me what is real or
What I feel. You know this is all
Your fault. Born from heartbreak
Slim dragons and extexthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16231120282511693078noreply@blogger.com0