8 march

another way to overstay a victory is to thrill too early to an overside defeat the cheating start too hardy for the season too unreasonable for the thaw calling out doubts and thumbing one's own nose the crows rowing out spectacles too meticulous to be dished too porcupined to fish we're missing pieces in the muddle but the puzzled faces only mirror one self and the health of the reflection leads to unsubtle conjection and other madeup words too absurd for hearing steering clear of lenses trying angles too bangled for sense

mentioning the tumbledow opportunity in a nearside fallscape there's a great state of affairs up there and the scene as seen from this angle tangles hopedfor and noped poor efforts brushed aside hiding fears and steering clears the things we can do without the doubts we paint upon our faces chasing the next idea of maybe the next stage we see ourselves in and shelving this first rehearsal up full and over easy with hard cards to play staying on the course with remorse waiting patiently for the tuck-in the luck in the draw all piled-up aces changing our places with the sidewalk up stuffed crossing of the country and the money tree we're pleased to season feasible and treasonable or not we've got opportunities and should take them but the baked gems glitter warmly in the lava pool cooling its heels on the fallout as we call out for more with a score still building wielding power in the courtroom as the trial fades away

let us have our day in the storytelling vernacular see it was like this he said then he can repeat this and we can mete out the rest as it happens anyway there's no stay to this meeting though there's go in the coming

7 march

pearl street drafts

1.
the sound that's in brings the world unfurling through my ears steering in unweildy motion the devotion to my own thoughts bought and sold and scattered in tattered remnants as a bentover backward to tackboard shrugs off all those buttons cut out and lost from imagined schedules - we are the listeners the watchers the catchers of bothers and glistening pieces striping through the air - aware of too much and focused on all else but -- cut out and over and around with astounding ease, a breeze distracts from purpose too soon, too blooming any other flower's pearlbrilliant scent shines through when a call for inner calm comes cleanly too a blank page, an open stage: take this time and draw it in our: cast out doubts and breathe in yes - thsi is the bet to win, the only one who matters watching, the lonely reader writing, the only sun lighting a sky filled with open that turns to stars far off enough to bring to view with true intention, awareness - a meditation upon doing without stalling - upon calling into being by making true believing

2.
they say

TODAY'S THE LAST DAY
today's the first way you'll take these words
bend them the way you heard -
stirred crazy - not shaken -
mistaken or grown up, spilled over,
fourleaf-clovered into lucky strike renditions
marigold editions of anything goes
showstoppers and caketoppers
THESE ARE THE WORDS I CAN'T DO WITHOUT
overheard and understated
passed along and carbon-dated
what was meant to say - caught
the way the sale was bought - expensive
corrective ink and lenses: focus pocused
meant to be kinder on those wrongspewings
notright-thrown homophones
this is just to play kinder
one wants to herd feelings
nobody's body wants each its their his here
fizzing as the energy fades
dashing away as the passion plays
communicative methods lionized
grains expiring in sandswept firing
all the beaches have one day
their our own each his her way
prevaricate your twenty-five cent way
costs are extra for backtalk underbreath
know the word get the right
hold heads hands words right high well good
all is called all is out
IT IS WHAT IT IS

3. nowsong

thinking again about meditation
time again to lean back into
always a challenge to practice
practice always a challenge
when how what where
building up and following through
why and why and why
fade dark on the analysis
edge back on the reasoning
relax into the space that opens
open into the try
accuracy not a/ not the goal
wide awake and full intentioned
listening breath, time to see
on the channel, tuning in the song of now

4. INVENTORY
a.
lookaround don'tlook:
interview try angling
undergrad quizcramming
elderly travelbragging
at-home-moms break-taking
scene kids porchsitting
headphones worldblocking
:here don't hear

b.
this is the stage
[what's next?]
as the mic comes up open
crackle lacking feedback
[anything could happen]
starsky openwide wishupon:
what if you could anything?

5/6 march

rising as we fall catching as we call out for stars as the cars catalog the roads we have ahead the steady holding fast outlasting the cattle rattling along we strongarm our way into stays of execution and useless truths fusing with realities we've seized upon in reckless moments - toss those donuts overhead into the bins and spin those cycles dry - the miracles are - we try our health out we wear our wealth out in the buying the vying for truth and for youth we have soothed the flues we have colded molds and the oldstyle and folded the turns while the loops get stunned we fun our hearts open while the band plays on the scan frays onward and the call stays words against the middle with strands against the energy we mean we theme our wires and fire up toward go as the readygo engines take off

4 march

on the way to soon i stopped to pick up else but the groceries fell from the shelf into other and suddenly there were buildings to be somethinged into meanwhile and the buildup toppledown trickling through schedulewise although everwhile eventhough i could see through in snips and glimpses of the hopedfor soon and the moon rose and the growings-on cattled like calls and roostered like crows waiting for the roster to go up and settle out the scores exploring who would be and how would know: where will all those rutabagas grow and who's the pumpkinest fair of all to take the mirror to see the wall? with twists and tales the fairygoround the potential found its way on through and the useful truth full and easy slipped its cheese-colored fingers out of locked pockets and back from the grill spilling over and giggling under the startled masses yearning to have brunch once the prayers have been rugged and the coffee's been mugged: we are matching our catches and kettling our corn but the scorn for the notquite is a big bite still to swallow -- where's the wallow and how to get out/ out the exit removing the doubt that it's an invitation to save a nation of wonderers and moving forward into the doing drinking up instead of just brewing and this is not to say this is just! to say william carlos williams again eating the plums humming for forgiveness dear flossie between the sheets an icebox away but play onward with sense but get there to soon and care and dare to eat the peach the plum the thumb if it's all you've got a troubled fruit perhaps but lapsed lists sink hips and the fleet flies faster when the ocean's made of currants making waves catching saves and tossing strikes running races swimming bikes and these are where the soons go juicy as the scenes know fresher than they come

3 march

in terms of goals the whole swallows the part every once in a while and a cheshire smile giggles while it glugs hugging the limbs in a deep dark tree breezy in the toppermost while the rest a ghost and the sleepless blunders wonder their way through obscurity to accomplish meant-for-others tasks while basking in the hoped-for glow -- to throw over the rest and test ends: split the difference and focus on the little, spit to whittle the thistle from the middle up, cupping hands over ears to hear the ocean whispering devotional hymns to bette and get born while jet speed overweeds the garden and hardens resolve to revolve the motion the earth the birth of a new deal and we feel these truths to be self-evident: i meant to leave a note -- i wrote it out and all -- but stalling on delivery just left me weak and quivering like arrows too broken to discuss (who else is gonna give you -- that's me again, me a culpa fulla injury) -- let's rustle up the regrets and catch what we can -- i'm standard issue in this department, green in the disposition and lily in the liver -- shivered timbers and sailing away: tom waits for not many and can we make more? can we score points to disjoint the script from those scenes we've seen play out in imagined ignominy and other despondency? away we're already gone and the song doesn't matter the parts don't patter the pits don't rattle the writs the habeas corpses of trees and fleeing as we fly glancing back will we track anything will we return to early earnings will we chart parts or holes to trip through the blue-eyed william carlos williams poem you knowem and you seeem but to breathe and to believe better is why to wake up and make up possibility and so we beat on like gatsby and catch we our wind

2 march

plenty of notes on the day a musical interlude screwed into place by laces tightly tied and woven though anxiety and humble piety the gratitude for health and a wealth of opportunities to breeze down hills and will my way up when possible and sometimes when too dark to think through the true reason for such pursuit the breath and muscles rustling in an attic attacking shadows of reasons when seasons of sense shake weary wonder back and the crackle of electric push comes through at last casting out a long thin line into the stream a silver lure up ahead instead of blank space instead of erased sensibility the logic that can't be found hounding its way to a doghouse in some other part of town drowning sorrows in biscuits and rubber balls calling out for water for electroloytes and other bright imagined solutions the truth in sneakers and steep blurs of highlighter flashes the clash is with stillness for here all is motion the devotion to pursuit of self of otherwhere of thereness of presence and in this action i am gaining traction with myself i am studying who i wish to become more of i am chewing on the questions i find myself asking and the gravel that appears and the sweat that freely freezes or teases the wrong hair stares down the wrong eyes i am disguised from distractions for i am the only engine here and i am the only key i am the ego that drives this ship and also the metaphors should be more land-based as i chase my way through the earth mostly on the surface but legs don't know it they slow it and feel each curve as significant the difference so little through other modes explodes with intent as bent knees trigger reactions cascading upward and throughout the troutstream of rainbow wriggles that radiate through my body as i course with wonder with possible success and also certain failure at times the need to stop and the need to go sparring in throwdown harmony wondering why after all this traintracking i have come to this place and still face such questions but knowing the lessons are still learning still burning earning the potential such a word absurd always to my ears but hearing itself echoed here clears all decks and stretches wondering after next time the possible knowings and growings the audacity and more of surfing through structures built within and climbing up breaking down swimming through without drowning without swallowing more than i need to know i can get past and fly

1 march

both an up and a down and at any time
that's the trick it seems to seem steady
weeding through the grass and the flowers and powering dandelions with the sun and rain kept in pockets
we lock our talk and keep our thistles to our sides
wait until affection is clear until risks are swept until fools have spoken first - what rehearsal?
this is the only once
skiing upward and flying through dreams i have awake
taking prisoner the disregard and trashing it through recycled anthems: cancel all the credits
even the keels and steel the girders
we are wobbling as we call out for mourners
we are our own best audiences, preponderances of meanings meeting our toes
we throw ourselves to mercy and look around for reactions
the traction we seek
the meek eyes and soft knees
padded on the inside with reinforced moans
may i cry another tone
may my voice speak clearly
may i answer my own call
may i move without waiting, holding my breath for another's nod or shake
let me take this picture and frame it with new presence every day
the changes we are seeking in other places we must find in ourselves
ordering from the menu when there's nothing we desire
filling our plates with space colored to look like possibility
opportunity knows itself and we look in only mirrors
let me see the beyond the within the openness of yes