Demons: (a call for all)

One eye opens

The other closes

Darkness does not penetrate the light

Nor do they live together

But they exist in parallel

Worlds

those demons

That eat the souls of the living

are not invisible

They exist as shadow puppet theater

And they crawl and cringe out of the corner

Towards the spirit uplifted and try to

Drag it down…the absence of light

Makes these demons hungry for death

And for suffering. Yet they only survive

Because they are shadows of a world

That will never be.

Demons do not uplift me, they are not my friends

Yet I fear them only marginally.

GOD

Today in the wild world

Where men are insane

With anger and resentment

Of each other

Where women \

In stark contrast

Live in states of madness

On the streets

There is a thread

Of golden

Speech

Running through the sound

Of aero planes

And cars and the chatter

Of the voices in the void in her head

There are chimes and bells

And gongs and birds

And people speaking

In hushed tones

Over tones

Undertones

Bellowing

Like mysterious

Frightened dogs

Out at the sky

Where sleeps

The answer

To all our

Failed fiction.

That work

Is a tapestry

And a testament

To the angels

Who held pigeons

And doves

In the same regard

The likeness

Of one statue

To George Washington

Is impeccable

I think the likeness

Carries a lot of weight

And the darkness carries

A lot of likenesses

Lions walk

Through walmart

And up the stairs

But no longer exist

On the plains

We should print

Them

Big yellow manes

On our money

But then our money would be

Yellow

This moment where

My hand slips

Over yours

Will be in your mind

Forever

So is the day

We found out there

Is no hell

Only words

Spoken from the pulpit

And the words of God

Spoken by music.

Richmond parts 2 and 3

Richmond #2

In this

This hall of glass

Thin white velvet curtains

Swing wildly in front of the mirror

On either side

A red cat and a blue monkey

Frieda Kahlo

Laughs by my side

And the amusement

Is a circus

Of children laughing

And people dancing

I sit and think in my

Disguise

I think

I am saner than that time

It’s a lovely day outside

And the oranges

And grapes

And cherries

Are orange and purple

And red

And the little market

Has all kinds of veggies and fruits

Where do thoughts come from?

Where do they go?

Why do I have questions

Of a philosophical nature

Here in the most beautiful of cities

Still though there is death \

And crime and people driving

Machines that grind through the streets

In the evening, In Richmond. I am alive.

I can see the blear lights

They are cold and dark

And twinkling

Like little gems

In the sky and up the street and

High upon the mountain.

Red and purple and orange lights\

Shining. Giving a reality to themselves.

Nature is the twisted tree beside the road….

Richmond #3

The night in the light/I stay up till 4:00 am/and laugh

With Buddha/in my kitchen/cooking food/life is a/

Recovery process/there is a cat outside/in the rain/making

the porch light go on and off/I feel tension with the quiet/

but am grateful for the soft snores coming from the other room/

I roam the house/painting watercolors/reading the internet/

no sleep till 6 am/ light is in short supply/since I sleep all day/

love the day when it is quiet and peaceful/call my dad on the phone/

hear his voice/smile inside/life is a series of delusions and insights/but which is which?

I sit still. For many hours and look at my weedy yard/Buddha sits under my lemon tree…

My lemon tree. Has green leaves/ yellow lemons,

I never go to the churches down either end of the street…/

/I go happily to the Pup Hut to get a hotdog…/

/People stop at the glass tinting place to get their cars worked on/

/staring out the pup-hut window/ Dogs bark savagely while I am on my way.

a bicycle nearly runs me over/faces are all colors and types/babies lounge in

strollers/ Lovers walk together…

Through Time (Tillnow)

Though time (tillnow)

Mysterious

Configurations

Of stars

Fell

In my lap

Like mysterious

Bones

Dry

Old

Bones

Only

My corpse

Reborn

As a figure

Drawing

Of a flower

With hips

And breasts

And lips

And the flesh

Of a trees’

Bark

I miss somehow

The bones

They used to hold me up

Now I am held

Up by starlight

And by the sky

And by

My own

Fingers…

I love the earth

And my ears

And my face

And my tinker toys

These cars and

Bridges

And computers

Are extensions

Of my limbs

Like the trees that

Live in the forest

I grow out of the asphalt

And bleed oil

Read the writing in the

Sky

And the bleary planes

And palms

And hands

And jackets

And cell phones

Drifters

And dodgers

And dark

Dwellers…

The City: The Homeless: Thoughts

Tonight at Luggage Store, I went out during the first set to get toilet paper for the bathroom...
on my way through the city (the nearest drugstore as far as I know) is four blocks down the street...
I saw sitting there with his back to the concrete outcropping, a man who looked so far in depths of misery that pity welled up inside me. His face was worn and tired and smudged with blood. He sat cross legged and was too exhausted to bother to ask anyone for money. Out of sadness for him as a spectacle, I stopped and gave him a dollar. Even as I did so feeling the futility of this act. I then proceeded down the street thinking something that has bothered me for ages...How can we allow homelessness? How? When there is, right here and now, the money to feed and house and provide the basics for every human being on Earth...How can we allow for this to happen. No one deserves the misery of sleeping on concrete in the cold and the rain. No matter how "stupid", "Lazy" or "Ignorant" they are. It made me think of Jesus and Buddha and all the saints and hero's of time passed who all stated the fact that the only way to help each other is to give selflessly to our own family, friends, neighborhood and even more so to the world at large. To bad it's not a socially sanctioned thing to help people of the homeless variety. I really should have stopped and offered him some kind of assistance. That is in essence my point. We travel along our own paths seldom stopping to help our neighbor or our friend if they fail or falter. A system that rewards competition, doesn't allow us to open ourselves to the thought of trying to meaningfully help those in need. 
Oh yeah, the music tonight was pretty good...but truthfully my mind was on other things...

How I met Rent

I like birds
and I like kung fu
I like days in the summer
when the bees are out
in spades
I like wearing the same shirt
every day
and cooking in one
pot
and having nothing
and still smiling
I like the ocean
when its
limp
and restless
at the same time
I like the beach
with it's
cigarrette butts
and it's
empti
whiskey bottles
and defeated bums who sit
on the wall
with the grafitti
I like
traffic lights
that are green
and yellow
the red ones
kinda freak me out
I like you
and your blue eyes
and the greatest
prize
is being in love
with you
while you drive
the black car
over the hill
I was 17
and so happy
in such a demented
and tormented way
that it makes
me smile
to think of all those
things I might have forgotten
I miss nothing about it
except my looks
and the way you used
to lust after me
when we were
alone
the sheets
never were
heavy
they were always light
and I recall
love and sitting with a book
and reading for 8 hours
making love for 4 hours
and eating pasta with you
and loving forever
and ever and ever
your little beard and
your smiling eyes.