in lion eyes

He had a lion inside
his chest.
Every once in a while, he would
let it out for
introspection
and grooming.
He kept it at bay with a leather whip,
an old wooden chair
and the awareness
of what we are all capable of,  while i
could only see the lions eyes.

Yes,   a lion inside
his chest.

War... what is it good for?

 " Bombs Away !! " they shouted.

       Though, technically... it
            was
         just a pillow fight
     between grandpa and Cohen
           and Anders
      on the bedroom floor.

           " Incoming !! "

teacup

i'm not everyone's
   teacup... the fact is i might be
   nobodies
   teacup but mine.

dylan, brautigan and etheridge knight

did they leave anything
out there
anything for me
to say
any space for me
to fill
soft words
hard as hell words
plain-spoken or psychotic
sobered up
once narcotic
did they miss a beat
miss anything
i got my
arms raised
and my eyes down
and i can
feel
did they leave anything
out there
anything for me
to say

Ode to Mary

            " These are
     ancient questions " sang Pete Seeger
       " that were mined in Chicago
              and Minnesota. "
       and for a  brief moment
    they felt..... almost..giddy at the
           thought of it.
     That they would find the answers
          on the marble steps
            and in the music.

demanding rhapsody

i can't help but
try to be
who i think i am
there's nobody
standing next to me
takes alot
gives a damn
i need some luck
not chemistry
to make my heart go
BAM
BAM
BAM
i feel so roboty
demanding rhapsody, then
falling asleep
gram
by
gram.