Exhale

(Inhale)

Focus-
their is nothing else but this moment.

Your ego will
fill up your mind
with meaningless things.

there are sounds all around
but no one
is calling your
name-

She and all the rest,
are not here.

Parking tickets,
poverty,
War,
library fines,
and Death,
are not here

there is nothing you want
and
Nothing is here, but this moment-

(Exhale)


11'

And Then the Other

"Oh you silly stupid pastime of mine
You were always good for a rhyme"-F.A



this is the way
babies are made.

beautiful skin,
long black boots,
big breast,
bright red lips
and
child bearing hips

You said there was
song that reminded you
of me.

Singing:

"...you looked as sincere as a dog"

I am no dog.

We have flirted
before.

But its been awhile.
Seeing her, well, its too much
tonight.

Singing:

"Just as sincere as a dog does,
When it's the food on your lips with which it's in love"

I am no dog.

I am the wolf,
starved

hungry for days
tired.

I am the wolf
no one pets me
no one feeds me
I'm nobody's bitch.

so I leave her and
her body
back where I found them,
surrounded by
the dogs foaming at the
mouth.

who will
fetch
roll over
beg.

This is the way babies are made,
just not mine, just not tonight.



11'

The Good Girl

Good parking spaces downtown are hard to find.
Good help is hard to find.
Good women, are
almost damn near impossible to find.

Men weep,
steal,
fight wars,
kill each other in dark alleys-
for lack of a good woman.

But I found one-

One with
kindness in her eyes.

Now I must be humble,
just to know
a good Girl,
a  good Woman
an Angel-

She
glows like an Angel-

I never say that
about anyone.

Well,
that's not completely true.

I have kissed a devil before,
and
I sometimes forget that
the Devil was once an angel too.



11'

The Plan

I.

The plan is simple.
Go talk to her.
Get to know her.
wait for the first clean shot
and
take it.

rinse and repeat-

II.

All the timing is off, and all i can do is watch her go...


nothing ever goes according to plan.
some men spend fifty years married to a woman they hardly know.
some men spend fifty years in prison for an idea that seem good at the time.
some men never see it coming
some men build bomb shelters
some men never learn


some men never need to have a plan B
some men have only ever make escape plans.

some men never make plans,
I am not one of those men.


III.

I was loyal to the master plan and found her.

I takes her
seven days to say yes to my
invitation.

But she has yes none the less,
and the
dance has begun.

We make plans
to see each other.

and
I don't know
if all the
stars will line up,
 or if the sun will eclipse
the moon.
 or
if the water will freeze in winter cold.

But I do know I'll meet her half way.

She is a good girl,
and I hope to show her
I'm a good guy.

Well, at least I  plan to.



11'

Untitled

It was Guatemala in
the 1940's
and
in those days America sent some
doctors into their country.

They sent men in white coats
to give the Guatemalan people
syphilis.

They gave it to prostitutes
They gave it soldiers
They gave it to the poor,
They gave it to children.

They brought in an
orphan
girl
scared and
alone in the world
parted her legs
and gave her a disease
against her will.

Men in white coats who took an oath to
do no harm.

But it was the 1940's
and things were different back then,
America
hadn't discovered
the human value
of the Guatemalan people yet.

  America hadn't discovered
the human value of
the poor
the prostitute
the lowest ranking soldiers
and
its orphan children,
yet.

It is now 2011,
and I'm sorry
to report
America
is still working on it.


11'

Friends with The Butcher

Her friends call her the Butcher-

Her eyes are sharp as knives.
and
Her hair
curls
forever
and ever-

 making her seem to
constantly be
moving while standing still-

and
Her name is to be said a certain way,
and like a witches spell.

the way you say it can either
bless 
or hex you.-

She stood up to me once, telling me,
I was contradicting myself,
(which I was)
Challenging me in a room full of people who had nothing to say.

She
had something to say.-
 I like that.


Her friends call her the Butcher
joking  that she's
always after fresh meat.

I don't know about that.


 It has nothing to do with me-

 Besides I am safe,
being
years past my expiration date.

I like being friends with the Butcher-
 much better than
i ever did with the
Baker and
Candle Stick Maker.

11'

Call her Cindy

Her name tag said
Cynthia,
but on the side of her grey, worn converse shoes,
she wrote
Cindy along with 
two other names.

One of the other names was a
girls name perhaps of
her best friend,
sister
cousin
or lover.

The other name was blurred
illegible
and faint..

Not important enough to
to re ink into bold new letters.

I will never see this person again,
I can not tell you if she believes in Hell,
What she thinks of Norman Mailer,
or state of the human condition.

What i can tell you is she likes to be called
Cindy.

11'

Boom Town

There is gold hidden in your
hills.

I am sure of it.

I can feel it,
the way people feel a
storm coming on.

But,
I am not the only one on the streets of your boom town,
claiming
there's gold in them hills.

Between he and I,
this town isn't
big enough for the both of us.

Only one of us can strike it rich.
Only one of can stake a claim.

Only one,
and my prospects are good.

And if it is fools gold,
so be it,
for I am fool.

I have my pick and shovel.
I have my matches
and dynamite-

and this town will go boom,
one way or the other.


11'