Enough

There is enough art in me to 

fill

a thousand suns.

I never fear 

losing it

for 

It 

is 

I.

My art will live on.

I have no-

Doubt,

Regret,

Children-

My art will live on-

I never had any children of my own.

There were so many women 

who thought that was a bad a idea.

And the one

Crazy enough-

Enough, 

just not enough. 

Teasing-

“Hot enough for you?”

Enough is enough.

There is a mountain high enough,

There is a valley low enough.

I have enough wisdom to 

light up

the moon-

It’s enough for 

Me,

even if I was 

never 

enough for you.

Fair enough?

Alone, leave, enough, well.

Leave well enough alone…

Enough?

Well?

Viking Goth

I guess the best way to describe him

Is like uh, Viking Goth?

I dunno. 

The dude is super tall dressed in black and 

Eyeliner I think…

I dunno it’s like going to a zoo-

And seeing something new

Beard  creepy eye contacts ect 

With eye liner-

He’s trying too hard

I try too, but holy

Fuck!

I’ve never seen one in the wild.

Then again-

at this dive, there is a dude…

Who dresses up in a rainbow body suit 

(Mask the whole bit)

to 

Sing karaoke-

So, I  guess 

Silver medal Viking goth…

You can’t win them all. 

An old song in America

(Part III to A new song in America Series)

an old song

has been sung in America

many reluctant voices
all in
harmony.

the voice
we hear
is our
fear.

an old song after
another.

We sing together,
a choir
of survivors.

We sing,
We must
We must
Yes –
but do we have too?

Oh I Didn't Notice

You are such a part of me,

sometimes- 

I don't realize the extent until I look at the art I've made.

It's there-

and when 

I think 

you 

might 

notice -

 

I get self conscious- 

I get little nervous

and

sentimental. 

But I cant hide it -

Why would I?

If I'm honest these words only exists, in part 

because of you. 

Thank you for the gift 

of you-

the love,

the art, 

the poetry

As a boy, my world 

was much smaller before you.

I don't know what I'm sayin...

except:

I was so lucky to have met 

you-

In Youth

In the Valley

In the Bay

In art

In memory

In friendship

You are safe harbor-

from storms

and 

nightmares.

You are trust.

You are comfort

You are forgiveness

And-

You are happy with 

the woman you love.

I am 

happy for you.

Your loved one was kind to me-

welcoming.

I like her,

she reminds me of someone-

from the cigarettes, 

n' brown skin

right down to the Dickies jacket.

Don't worry- 

I didn't notice the resemblance.

Don't worry

I don't think you have a type.

You sometimes appear in my art, 

my friend,

mostly in memories now-

and everywhere,

where there is faintest smell of sandalwood.

Do not fear 

my intentions with these words-

with these 

words that you can read,

and feel,

they will always be too much.

as I was,

as I am

too much.

We are family,

loved-

safe

still there.

I am happy for you.

I can't hide it -

Why would I?

Next Tues

 

I.

She was, is, was-

A bit of a,

Uh, umm-

(I have it written down somewhere) 

See you next Tuesday 

or Thursday- 

Later.

As,

We, do -

the wave..

Goodbye.

Wave, wave. 

Now surf-

It’s the latest-

The Surfer Stomp-

Dance-

It’s the latest 

Craze

She was a bit, 

Craze, craze

All the Rage.

Latest-

Later-

All the Rage.

A fad.

Super sonic,

The S is for super-

Look up in the sky, it’s a bird it’s a plane…

She was a bit -

A tad -

A pinch -

Sugar and spice.

All the rage.

All of it.

But,

She was a bit.

She was a bit much.

A bit 

Ch ch ch ch

Turn and face the strange.

Ch ch...

Why xwhyz?

Bit But Because:

"If I put it in my batter, it will make my batter bitter."

she said.

II.

One bit 

Two bit 

Three bit 

Four

Four bit 

Three bit

Two bit 

More.

Poem Scraps II

[Before the whole cookie crumbles]

I am just a man. Praying to the G.O.D

to let my mommy live. 

and the days feel like they are getting shorter,

and shorter

the light is dimming,

and the shadows

grow longer,

 spreading 

until it becomes the night

Bare hands 

holding raw meat in bare hands

As a wild beast:

Killer of small children 

And 

Skilled at

[turning  livestock into dead stock]-

eat leisurely. Oh so 

Turning down noble prizes like Jean Paul Sartre 

The Christmas card

my mother gave me-

was 

blank with the exception of my name

Hey Viking Goth.. 

Jason mamowa called wait…

(is that how you spell it?)

Had I been even slightly better lookin 

I would have ended up 

listenin to Hip Hop and learning Tagalog 

I can not fly, without you,

but 

refuse to fall

by myself

[Thought I'd  expand my horizons-

I'd never dated a Persian girl before.]

You held on

and now sing this song 

about how everything went wrong.

sing about the grief 

but oh the relief 

such relief

Daft or A Penny for Your Thoughts is a Rip Off

If you'd like to know
my confidence
is not confidence,
its madness.

Doing the impossible

When no one 

Is 

Looking 

She thinks I’m so full 

Of 

Myself

Thinking only 

Of myself- 

But she 

Does not 

Look out for me-

Does not 

Fill the day with hope

Does not think

Of me when there are Baking shows on. 

I am mad

I am man

I am Daft

like the Duck, in a boxing match cartoon,

Saying

 "I'm so crazy I don't know this is impossible!"

Porky Pig in his corner.

I am full of myself.

It's not my fault-

It's not my fault 

you are empty

and want to feel safe in a

world 

that is 

empty too. 

unfulfilled-

I can fill you 

Up.

Like a full service station

Checking the air in the tires

Working the pump-

 

That's all folks.

Devout

They say the other girls would bully

her all through puberty.

They say she thinks humans and Dinosaurs 

had an all out battle 

for supremacy-

They say she once pissed in a Martini Glass

then left it on the table.

Alls I knows is a pretty girl wanted go out.

She asked if I wanted to come in

and meet her

family.

It's not that kind of date-

Last time I saw her was years ago

she was driving off with that guy.

That guy, 

in a hurry to 

get to 

get at

get it

Now I am that guy.

She said I came to her in a dream 

(It happens more often than you think...)

She talked about the bible and witchcraft-

(She is Devout, and I am Sin)

She looked pretty.

(She had gotten her hair done)-

I wonder if she wants to hold hands,

but it's not that kind of date-

By the fountain 

 I could hear the frogs.

It was time to move closer.

I can see something in her,

I can see her Shadow-

She tells me

her 

secret and shows me her Shadow.

Even if she hadn't

told me,

I just knew.

 I console.

I am shadow too.

I need the light,

as much as you.

There can be no shadow without some 

light.

I can tell she will be devoted to me-

Love me for now, 

unless I repeat

what the others have done

 before me.

Until this guy, 

becomes that guy.

But,

her body is no prize,

just her love,

she gives freely

to me.

She is no trophy

but 

a human wounded

in ways 

I will never be able to understand by the cruelty 

of another.

They say she is devout-

 Her faith

gives her light, even if the 

rest of us can't see:

What maze

What Cave 

What Hell 

She is in. 

And only she can find her way out.

I can only shine some light.

I listen and see her, though fully dressed-

naked in her wound.

I hold space, because,

it's not that kind of date.