Take

Take what you want
Need nothing more
For remembering
For singing song

There was no audience
No standing pride
Call of the monkey
Song of coyote

When the willow
Grows over your head
Look to the weather
Summer’s soon over

Find me in
The falling weather
Temperature dropping
Frost is coming

Always remember
Take what you want
Nothing worth calling
This singing song

Ode to My Future Dog (day 3060)

You little rascal,
You little gem,
Thanks for turning around for me.
Thanks for spending your waking hours
Nipping at my heals,
For your companionship,
Your loving nature,
Your time each day as we watch the sun
Folds away the mysteries
That work their way inside our heads
Like the folds of skin so stretching
Upon the neck of your growing being.
My friend, my partner,
Hello in there,
Thank you for sharing with me.

Dirt and the Saints (day 3041)

I sat there understanding nothing
No question to my mind
Yet sorted out was a figment
Lost in a region I wouldn’t dare enter again
For I had fought that battle
Recklessly
I had lain that flying Dragon down
With my Sword I had wielded mighty
Patiently sitting
Understanding nothing
And staving off the thoughts
That raced around mine head
For inside of them
Lurked what voices I had yet to recognize
Some surely to be Saints
Some no doubt to be Dirt.

Shallow Grave (day 2656)

I woke into a shallow grave
A sight not seen before
Two vegabonds and I
Had no more wine to down
So out the door we flew
To catch a dirty crew
Carrying over top their heads
Two damsels I’d never met
Who asked us to follow them on
A roundabout way towards
What none had seen before
Lost we had not declared
Yet feeling had heen long awhile
But in the end
Around the bend
We all greeted then parted ways
With the grizzly sight
We had taken to see
And took depart upon the case.

Apples (day 2538)

I dream of an apple that comes in many varieties
One so diverse it can only be spoken of in gutteral movements
So loud it can hardly be swallowed
And so vivacious that even clowns turn their heads and stare.
And when this apple has bent down low,
A bounty shall follow as nectar flow
Fruitful seeds spread in spring rains
Cracking open splendor of new mirth;
Of each crunchy bite
A heart of gold emerges
Pallette of sacred union
As a cider by the fire.

Beneath My Vein (day 2537)

I want to close up beside you
Remaining deeply inside my head
And have no words to explain my love
Yet the tingling sensation running through my hands
At the presence of your electricity
Collapses my senses
Opening a new world up
To the difference in my heartbeat
Your proximity supports.
You wont talk to me
For our words have spoken past their time,
Their dust rather intoxicating
As flutters of imagination
Play deeply in our loud eyes
That close softly in the darkness
Where silouettes outline the impulses
I’ve always dreamed and had
To where I’ll find my belief structure
That shall run deep beneath my vein.

Invading Sadness (day 2498)

This is my sadness I feel like consuming:
Lost inwardly to a plethora of you,
Consumed as if I’m already tired,
Laying waste to an already drawn out barren
That holds my innards wrapped in steel bars…
Not enough to assault me,
But never again shall I move without thy affliction
Tormenting each beat of my soul
Whence I grieve like the eagle cries
Far above thy head that slowly nods
As thy sadness invades.

Beat (day 2457)

Sometimes I forget the beat;
Lost souls that took my heart;
Forgetting to write the due date,
I reset my passwords
And upset my stomach
Into a lunch box at breakfast.
I was at the riverside
Listening to bagpipes roll
Like blood letting drilled into my head,
Little splashes kept overwhelming
The lunch I had planned
And my new shoes now soiled.
It’s not that I lose the time,
I keep that in my head
Like Lou Reed holds a note,
It’s that full time
Seems to expand vertically
Nearly catching all of these stars
With a beat I’ve never heard.