Day 13- An Artist

Twitches

In and out

No consciousness clout

Humbled is the word, but barely awake

Discipline not pulled

Art ignored

This journal is full of my brain-snorings

Have mercy, for I am but a holy fool

Not an artist.

12/6/13

Day 12-- Subterranea

Indirect beings wobble-wobble

In slow connect, cold underground

Here in these parts, subterranea isn’t usually the Metro

It’s the parking structure

As we inch through lack of walkways

No smooth passage given

This is more of a holding cell

Grate lines make me slam my hand on reality

Meted-out spaces for us

I was trapped, but not forever.

12/5/13

Day 11- Socio

Your sociopathy knows no bounds

You are Master of this universe

You have the Plan

There is always an objective

A lie

About your condition

About Your level of knowledge

Or you chose, and chose deliberately

I am Your pawn

Do what you want with me.

12/4/13

Day 10—Behemoth

Concrete columns

Like Roman edifice

Hold our freeways up

You aren’t really free

But this is the greatest of achievements here.

These towers stand taller than

Easter Island heads.

12/4/13

Day 9--Seer

Old, toothless beggar I am

This noise so loud

Here, read your fortune for a dime

Says same as theirs always does

You’re going to die

Just don’t know when

Ask the old allfather who sits on Main and Vine

He knows now, extraterrestrial Santa in his sleigh

Somebody up there is watching us all

We know not the ease of time or place but

All this world falls away.

I am blind, but I know this.

12/2/13

Day 8-- Passages

Reach inside for stillness

The magick knows not why

Dull days don’t even see creative nights

The hop, hop, morning Metro stop

Subway sign

Papa L. in line, with his shopping cart

And copious bags

Always saving for the next winter

Only you adore

Cityfolk galore

Trampled down

On cozy goodbye

Even he will sleep tonight

Comforted

In Metrolink entrance.

12/1/13

Day 7—Companion

She takes artful steps

And seeks out the Night Town travelers at needed junctures

always following behind alone

in the vardo of exile.

But she is for their use

Only a turning point actor in Night Town

She exists when they need her to

Sometimes she scrubs the floors

Sometimes she has quiet eyes that only observe, but know how to drive the evil spirits out

One day in the past she had a life and thoughts of her own, but now she’s shadow

They just want her sexuality because

She is the hidden turmoil of creation.

11/30/13

Day 6—Shateri

Big, burly baker of Night Town

Tips his hat to gates of city

Formed with hands to trees of fate

Nobody will bother our women

He sings, he dances

But always

Without fail

Tips his hat

Even if he’s had a bit to drink

This man and his gentlemen

Always are.

11/29/13

Day 5—Looking Back

There comes a day when your castles in the air will crumble

(Wo)man says to mind, “I will take over from here”

“It is not your fault that you walked the noble walk

But delusion and noise

Only have their place with fear.”

It takes a lot to walk forward, on whatever legs you have

So keep climbing higher

And don’t look back.

11/28/13

Day 4—Pirate-Eyed Mary

Pirate-eyed Mary lives in skewed, one-legged trailer

Traveller faire folk she’s called

She cooks with junk

And eats mens’ spunk

And she bury her dead too late.

Pirate-eyed Mary lives near a church

But never inside she goes

She says “I pray here”

“The Christ is my dear”

But cast her spells on Sundays, they know.

Pirate-eyed Mary cooks all the chicken

Basting her bread with its brains

She asks “Ain’t it great?”

Hits a man on his plate

As he chokes says “It’d taste better with grains.”

11/27/13

Day 3—Evil

There’s something evil in the air tonight:

The neighborhood struggles

I twitch with the anxieties of thousands off to holiday

With a time of consuming comes purging, too

Old deeds, new guilts, past secrets

The snaggle-toothed monsters we wished to keep silent come straggling

to the surface

Living in lack, fired in mire

They tell us to reach out to our kin during this time, because normally

it is the time of death

And of control.

Maybe even of slavery.

Your transgressions will not be forgiven.

11/26/13

Day 2--Untitled

Old man with staff finds snakes in woods

Says “I cannot separate these two”

So for the greater good, he left them one, male-female

Coiled up, around

He utters “Preserve them, for they are true spirit.”

11/25/13

Day 1- Vampire

She’s wrapped around you

You think you’ve got her wrapped around you now, that you call the shots

No such luck, mister

We know where the vampire sucks.

11/24/13

Beverly Hills Concrete

Beverly Hills Concrete

I got lost in Beverly Hills tonight
I put my face to the concrete to try to listen for your breathing
I stroked it with my fingertips because it was all the real I remembered of the stars in your eyes
I must not be easy to be near;
I am difficult
Men give me money because I move my mouth in the manner of the sorrows of Universe
You surround yourself with the desperate but you are worth more
Maybe only I knew the secret
Maybe you hate me
When I go West, near Water, I am near you.

I got lost in Beverly Hills tonight
All the gates were closed to me
Most would think "I can only be a serf in these gardens"
But for me, the path through was clear.

8/15/13