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Tuesday, July 28, 2015

New Poem - Family

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Here's another new (again - new for non-Patreon folk) poem.  You should really hop on this gravy train!  10 bucks a month gets you your own monthly poem, one buck a month gets you DAILY curated stuff I make...  GO!

This poem's a snapshot of my childhood.  Poor as we were, we had some great summers sometimes.
This was one of them.  I've written before about how games shaped our family.  Here's a brief window into that devotion.

FAMILY

Three children sleeping across a Monopoly set.

A note squats on Free Parking, impatiently scrawled with a magic marker:

Weenie's Turn. Dozing without blankets.

A thick sheen of sweat coating their syrupy cheeks.

Discarded Slurpee cups, a Little Caesar's

Pizza box, A radio (won in an costume contest), still lightly playing, set to

"Kara's Love Line". And, as these siblings dream,

A caller (Charlene) with a catch in her midnight speaking voice

Dedicates

A song to her husband

(Rafael) serving overseas in Japan.

Kara, the sensual DJ, hums to life. She soothes,

Each word caresses the evening air. A little pause, and Heatwave's

"Always and Forever" cradles the sleeping trio.

There, until morning, these children remain.

Stuffed with romance and sugar and paper money.

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Poem - Now

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Here's a new (new to non-Patreon folk) poem.  If you sign up NOW and become a patron for as little as a buck a month, you get all kinds of daily stuff...and SOMETHING SECRET AND AWESOME will be announced August 1st to you first!

NOW

The web of flesh
between my thumb
and index finger
is a reset button. I pinch
and press it when overwhelmed by
the hazards of memory, the persistence
and manufacture of future time .
There's pain. Kind which slams shut the book of distant daydream.
A second passes. No poems are written.
No elegies of the past held.
Every fiber on my skin yearns for a signal.
Unprotected, eager, accepting each new force
without coveting.

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

New Poem - Reverie

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Here's a new poem (well, new to those who aren't patrons on Patreon - and if you aren't - DO IT! Super cheap.  Starts at a buck a month, and I send you personalized, curated things I make daily.


REVERIE
You. You are clad in a slip 
of storm-shadow. Afternoon 
daydreams on a spartan bed. 
Until the moment you rise
and feel the sudden weight upon your brow, 
You maintain that magic circle, 
Feed the mewling, frightened worms 
with stories of her, 
The love-that-is-to-be. 
A soft, time-worn hand cradles in the thin light 
an imagined waist. An unused pillow 
is simulacra for her nape. There is no face. 
No combination of sage syllables 
forming a clear name. 
No sign. You listen for a voice, and hear the low and present hum 
of the living city. 
Two clues keep the spell electric; 
She secrets the faint, gentle scent of chocolate, 
and bears a warm, crackling embrace. 
She presses you hard, and every hair, 
every scent, every mark on your skin 
is measured.

Sunday, July 5, 2015

New Poem - Tenacity

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Here's a poem I wrote recently.  Patreon folk got to see it first.  (guys, it's sooooo cheap and easy to join, become a patron, and get all kinds of perks and curated stuff.  At this point, I just pity you for not being part of the cool kids club)


TENACITY

if 
there's blood, 
let me be 
manzanita, 
sanded slick and smooth by covert growth. 
Let it slake away. 
Keep my diet mean and temperate. 
Find me shining in an unswept grove 
like a crimson-orange bone, 
clutching the memory 
of three month's 
water sip. Breathe, 
I breathe in full, quiet 
comfort. And, should your feet betray you, 
lop me from the branch.  I'll support your wary, 
shuffling 
                gait 
til neither air nor water can further move us 

Monday, June 22, 2015

New Poem - Wine

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Here's a look at a new poem.  Patreon donors got to see it first.  For a chance to see daily, curated content that I make, and to be a part of an artistic, delightful community, click here to become a patron today!  You can do for as little as buck a month.  Ten bucks a month or more gets you a personalized monthly poem like this one!

WINE
 It was....twelve? 
Fourteen years ago? 
The past is microfiched, stretched into 
Quick, rolling sheets. 
First day of a new year. 
Circuit knocked out power in the boiler room. 
Lowest level of the ship. 
Elevator to breaker, just two hundred feet. 
Pitch with limpid decay. 
Flashlight, a useless prop. Crawling on my knees, 
And as I felt for the railing, heard the vessel gently moan as she rose and fell, 
I was stabbed. 
With no noise, I screamed. 
And, though this was a tomb of rust
and make-believe, though I had led thousands of strangers
to this altar of fear 
and cackled inwardly as they cried, 
For that moment, I was horribly, tenderly alone. Only I could flip the switch, 
A thimble of blood lapped out of my thumb, 
cast a shadow on the predator, 
Wine. Two glasses. Party guests from the night prior 
Went exploring without a map. As the old year sought its requiem, 
these two strangers spent the evening 
between the sprawling husks of rusted, slightly leaking plates. 
And now, no more. 
Hand throbbing, I pressed 
towards the bow. Foot by precarious foot, 
Testing the darkness. I had counted these steps, 
once,
fifty-four. Sighted, I'd been known to race them
and terrify a crowd in under six seconds. 
Not here. An hour lapsed 
until I finally stood up 
opened the box 
flipped the switch 
and roused the beast awake. 
I smiled, sadly. My hands reeked of dried 
merlot and iron. Another year 
with the same old ghosts. 

Thursday, May 14, 2015

The Mandrake - Original Song about Mental Health

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May is National Mental Health Awareness Month.

As someone who's had a pretty rough go with this for as long as I can remember, I think it's important that people talk about it with one another, just like you would with any other physical illness.

Think I've finally stumbled onto a song which best describes what it's like for me.  I'd love for you to view it, to share it with others who intuit this illness in their lives.

lyrics

when youre born
youre given land
yours to till
inside your heart
do what you will
birds of paradise
or a hedgerow maze
or something stoic if youll pardon
like a rake and a taciturn zen garden
but the earth is
vulnerable
through sun and shade
try as you might youre
helpless
by the crop laid

chorus
you never knew
you never thought
youd find
another weed
a little seed
this kind
beyond reproach
beyond compare
the mandrake
of old
despair
you never knew
you never thought
youd find
another weed
a little seed
this kind
beyond reproach
beyond compare
the mandrake
of old
despair

second verse
oh
ive tried
its an unyielding root
such a tenacious brute
and people come
they stop and stare
their temper
unconcealed
they chide me
tidy up your goddamn field
other lots
oh my
theyre so serene
or is my camera lens
just lined with
vasoline

chorus
you never knew
you never thought
youd find
another weed
a little seed
this kind
beyond reproach
beyond compare
the mandrake
of old
despair
you never knew
you never thought
youd find
another weed
a little seed
this kind
beyond reproach
beyond compare
the mandrake
of old
despair

bridge
sometimes chemicals
they kill the leaves
those horrid thieves of joys
yet deep within
the husk remains
it stains
the poisons it deploys
how noxious smelling
is the air
wish i had some strength
inside
and the tools to turn this
tide
even knowing ill have
died
when i hear that mandrakes
upturned roots start
screaming

third verse
still
youre
here
and im here
lets have a lunch
outside
lie down together
hide
on clover beds
so soft and green
sing me a
whaling song
and tell me just how your own
gardens wrong
and well laugh
tumble into our skin
our pupils shutter
wide
well finally blend
in

chorus
we never knew
we never thought
wed find
another weed
a little seed
this kind
can we reproach
can we repair
the mandrake
of old
despair
we never knew
we never thought
wed find
another weed
a little seed
this kind
can we reproach
can we repair
the mandrake
of old
despair

outro
its just the life
im working with
the life im working with
the life im working
with
its just the life
im working with
the life im working with
the life im working
with
tale could have ended
half a dozen different ways
how the hell
did i live this long
join me and sing along
never had much respite
from a decades old malaise
how the hell did i live this long
join me and sing along
sickness grows in silence
i broke it wide open
shivering violence
how did i live this long
join me and sing along
and if your gardens reckless
youre hungry for mercy
fear that youre feckless
reach out
youre a hand
im a glove
i love
that youve lived this long
find help
join me and sing along
ohhhhhhhh
its just the life
im working with
the life im working with
the life im working
with

(additional scatting and cheerful nonsense)


Monday, May 4, 2015

Hobos, Tramps, and Bums - Newest Song for KOTH

Hey.

Here's the last new song for the show.  One Gilly sings to distinguish between hobos, tramps, and bums.

Can't wait to put it up again and see what you think!


lyrics

hobos
tramps
and bums

in this poor lil world
more common
than your thumbs
but they aint the same
they got a different flame
that burns them
through their gums
those hobos
tramps
and bums

well
a trampll beg
and a bumll steal
but a hobos steady
like a wagon wheel
pick the crop
carry slop
take whatever meal
be it steak
be it ole wind pudding

oh those
hobos
tramps
and bums

in this poor lil world
more common
than your thumbs
but they aint the same
they got a different flame
that burns them
through their gums
those hobos
tramps
and bums

well a tramp
hell be sleeping
through the break of day
and a bumll
pick a scrap 
if you look her way
but a hobo keeps working
till his fingers fray
he keeps busy
his heart aint dizzy

hobos
tramps
and bums

in this poor lil world
more common
than your thumbs
but they aint the same
they got a different flame
that burns them
through their gums
those hobos
tramps
and bums

bridge
well a tramp
he aint but loaf and wander
and a bum
she drinks and wanders
a hobo works
and wanders
if you cant suss out the difference
well i guess youre pretty dumb
those hobos
tramps and bums

one more time

well a tramp
he aint but loaf and wander
and a bum
she drinks and wanders
a hobo works
and wanders
if you cant suss out the difference
well i guess youre pretty dumb
those hobos
tramps and bums

hobos
tramps
and bums