lay paper notebook kisses
patchoulli in packet stained tarot

coffee cup shatter
and knives thrust
in drywall kissed with enamel
Broken phones hurled
amidst shrieks of the outrage
storms hurled

the door holding

the fury abated and tears
washing down the bitterness

the "I love u' s"
a run to the shoppes for
treats

laundry readied
workshirt hot from the dryer

the pick up leaning on a doorframe
in a skelter room
how we survive
grifting in our lives
patchedwork rivets
where life tore holes
in us in flight

laughing with a cigarette
turning in fingers
the crowd growls
and we snarl back
with the heat in our
eyes

the tension like a guy
wire holding our false set
together during takes

the little black cat making
her rounds

we slap in our magazine rounds
of pain and go out on our tours
holding hands in the public
Lion arena
The fear in our hair
and the joy in our hearts
adrenalin and exhaustion
while life rises and crumbles
like a harvest of plagues

sink into sleep on the arms
of the numbered lovers
restless in horrors waking
sleeping submerging
back into the void

we wait and walk into the
snows to meet the effeciency
of the buses
to walk through the
days fusses

I am tired....but I keep rolling
(listening to Interpol ..Our Love to Admire
full album)

fifty and cranking it on the bike
to work and back..downtown
cross city.....all I have lost won
and thrown...and yet
a rich man...experience
survival....eyes to delve
and fingers to detain the
words that otherwise
would flirt away and
emplace them in momentum
...

Thank You Rula!

There are two voices...
the twin lives lived
like the bridge ends
the lives of books in between
the ends..
both the start
both the end

the the run
towards a future
towards a past
towards a past
towards a future

all of this of late
is so personal
and intimate
and put in contextual
fiction

Thank You Al for the compliment
its been eight years of writing
and working here
and surviving myself
and life...

and meeting the parallel
within
a year of awareness
it is possible to exist
finding a place to be
that is much like two
people
with both very different
contacts

its a horrible and wonderful
"place"

and makes for fantastic
writing!

of course I would be
nothing without my
muse/s
or contacts here!