little note

 under the mountain laurel trees

i get warm by the morning

sun. no place long,

just the details of the places / spaces

wandering eyes.

foot feet on pavement, numbers, names, nascent natures,

thoughts about the future,

this time now.

remind me in 100 years,

the people from my time,

remind in eon,

my one true love,

remind me in the evening,

the little laugh next to my ear / smiling,

remind me in the morning,

that first warm hug,

under the sunlight i am reminded of our doings,

in the moonlight im reminded of our sleepings.

call me, ill come.

the songs of memory and time

 listenin to you

a middle cyclone

in Fall,

absolutely wrecks me,

in every best possible way.

the drum of memory

eternal full of feeling.

the idea of us everlasting

the moment all forever.

picture me and you

 off you go and there you went

someplace new foreign and fun

took everything going bad

to get good

but little moves quake morning

runs, along the embankment of your soul.

sometimes little cries at midnight

and leg hugs. how casual and hard

is life supposed to be? i think i like

feeling alive.

back you came after all that,

better

wow wow wow

actualized realized qualified drawn like

Masterfully, and every future song

about us.

take every drop of blood from my tongue,

dance wild crushin, keep loving

i can hear you snoring

god what we done.

 

Playground / oil / red oak / 10 x 25 inches

 

Last Nowhere / oil / canvas / 32 x 27 inches

A Story of the Night

 something going down down

by the airport.

sirens blaring, in the silent summer 

Heat. cry afoul the criminal

mastermind because

i hear his tirings screeching

burning blazing blacktop rubber carrying bounty

and, accomplices.

Then silence, and planes, and silence.

A final horn drifting melancholy in the background,

till more .

Finally, as the prologue,

i hear the sound of air conditioners,

slowly 1, then they vibrate together,

until all are heard, and the dark 

decimated by the beating of every

living person's heart.

signal flares

 there's something large

always swimming

beneath the spot

of where i see.

i'm a rock, unmovable me,

and i feel big, but don't know how.

if i could find, the thing that is,

then maybe i could be more than this.

little steps, up the hill

farther down the way below.

swift and free we make our moves

tangled and lost, we live our lives.

tell me now what you know

ill share my thoughts as secret things

and together us we change in ways

together us we fly away

obstructed views distant specks

risked it all

for the truth.