Like a Zombie

My interest in you is
dead-

as it should be.

And should it rise again. 
(like a zombie or Jesus)

You must be prepared
to rise to the occasion.

With shovel,
 axe,
 crowbar
or cross-

and do what you do best.

Poem From An Email I Never Sent In 2002

"My family is so crazy,
especially the little one." she says

"You're gonna need a lawyer." i says

"Who you?" she says

"Yeah me..."

(there is a pause,
and it is followed by another pause)

"So you want to be a lawyer?" she says

"Yes." i says

"Well could you finish the set up in room 101?" she says

"Ok, ok"

"And no more sleeping on the job..."

"OK, OK no more sleeping." I says
 
no more sleeping

until i can lift my foot without the weight of the world upon it.

no more sleeping
until my eyes open on a shiny new everything.
 
no more sleeping
until I've read so much, my eyes need glasses.

no more sleep

until i can build
a lawyers home
with books and pages

and 

windows made from reading glasses.

"Hey wake up!" she says.

"Sorry," i says
"I was just dreaming..."

02'

Checkers

(B Side)


 Hey
(Check this out)

Hustle
(Check Point)

Queen
(Check mate)

Broke
(Pay check)

Doctor
(Check up)

Box
(Check mark)

Lie
(Check's in the mail)

Later
(Rain check)




12'

Control

Take control
before it is taken from you.

Control
your sex
your sleep
your drugs

 Control
your love
your lies
your excuses

Control
your mind
your breathing
your will

Take control
before it is taken from you,
by the memory of past failure-
because you couldn’t learn.

Before you lose it to
wild fantasies of unrealistic beauty
to ease your loneliness.

Before you give it up
to the aging face in the mirror-
as time continues with or without you

Take control-
Take it, it is yours.

2012'

mr williams

Let me tell you about

Tennessee Williams,

He loved to eat with his
bare hands.

He once stabbed a man to death,
with a pen.

He loved to pee on
his favorite rose bush.

He wrote love letters
to prison inmates.

He would weep when ever anyone would mention
the Bastille.

He would fill his pockets with bread crumbs to feed
sparrows in the park.

He was a genius playwright
whose words rang truer than any church bell,
that is the only part I am sure of.


12'

Possessed

Sway with me, as if you are
possessed by something greater than yourself.
Something without a name.

Sway
as if the dove is never to return.
as if  serpent is free from the sea.
as if  the wolf at the door was invited.

Sway with me,
as if you were possessed by
Something you dare not give a name.

Even If Only

Even
If
Only

Should, Never Fail
Should, Always Complain
Should, Sometime Stay

Even then,
If then,
Only then.



12'

Construction was his profession

(The Friends of Miniver Cheevy Series: Part 4)

The only thing he loved more
than writing, was his wife.
(and after 7 years she wanted a divorce)

But Frank would tell you he was
a construction worker, not a poet.

He'd Say:
"It's not a fucken big deal.
My wife married a construction worker
not a poet.

I build things with my hands.

I put the world in order-
make it beautiful.

Sometimes things fall apart.
It could be a home-
It could be a truck-
It could be a life-

I make things beautiful.
Beautiful, who the fuck uses that word?
A poet?

But that's what it is man.
That's what it is to me.

It's
Brick,
Paint,
Wood,
Nails,
and the sweat of an honest days work.

What I've always been amazed at,
when watching the news,
whether its
fire,
earth quakes,
or hurricanes,
is
all that shit
can all be put back together.

It can be put back together,
even a marriage."

Frank would tell you he was
a construction worker, not a poet.
He loved his wife.