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Moulting - For You

the next is like the first
equally shedding more skin
you do that again and again 
and I known each time 
you look at me 
we are transformed

and so we take each step
each page is torn away
a day, a week, a month
eternity in our eyes

this time with you 
like a wave that never breaks
a swell in the heart of the ocean

where the two race, play, swim

we are
the ones we see

in the next moment the sun rolls by
you lighten up the room
again a mirror 

to the little pools of mystery 
spilling out around you
giving up the secret

moulting in the broad day light

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I Knew It Was You Approaching -For Mcf

Here
it comes again
to where I always am...
waiting, watching, so hungry my eye.

When
I was alone
waiting in the wind of a different city
wearing the absurd clothes of my youth
I opened all the windows and doors
because I knew it was you approaching

Now
again you stir the air around me
feathered in like a sweet hot wind
singing, dancing
tumbling along

and yet
I am still
and you are always arriving
some how I always knew you were close

But you never
slow down to let me smell you,
hold you for a moment

like I remember

on the hill, in the sun
the circle of trees happening
something I can only glimpse
and some how I think you know

that the sun warmed our bodies
the trees circled around
and your eyes reflected the sky
on the hill
in the now and always
blazing summer day

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1975

1975

we sat silently on the porch

I was outta breath from running
children ran in those days
some of us would wait on the porch for the sky to stop

I was wearing a light blue jacket
you were on my arm 
we watched the sun calculate its position
and the sound of the pretzel man returning

watching you on my arm watching me

 alone

digging up the bones of birds I buried last week
carrying my clipboard 
sketches
of the newly planted trees
who's leaves were stars

I had markers, pens, pencils and chalk

all the time

I was so thin then
when the days of our lives would drag on
and the gravity of summers would destroy time passing

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On My Way To the Edge of the World

on my way to the edge of the world
the angels swoop down like hungry birds
the roar is my heart in love

soon the sky breaks forth the sirens' song
and the sound of wings reverberate through out
the great expanse expanding, the rays of sun invading

on my way to the edge of the world
where I have no direction up or down
where the trails lead to oblivion and the Andalusian dog can be found.

on my way to the edge of the world
furious angels coax us to jump,
to surrender to the wind, the sky, the ocean

the wind whips my hair and the sky collapses into the sea
when I throw my self over
I am free

and the roar is like a song
and the hand I reach for holds me
and the birds are like angels singing

and I no longer know the difference between what is and what is not



Big Sur 12/2011

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There Is Only the Sound of the Steam Escaping

City spreads out with a turned cold shoulder
so cold you begin to break apart
so empty, heat cannot keep warm
the silence so loaded.

you go back to the place you remember.
you go back to these things that are like wires or gravity
pulling , tangling , annoying

you go back
seeking the inside.
Notice how the corners get picked at first
somehow I am pressing this through
maybe you are reading this
you would be the only one

surely no one else is left
and then in the same way
it would be the same road, the same day
going to the same place you go to
and what ever it is you are doing
rite now

when you first discover this
shriek! so the neighbors know
it will have no bearing on me now
this is a one way street and I am driving too fast.

there is only the sound of the steam escaping
the muffled mouth limps away laughing
its flat feet one by one
advance
stamping
singing about nothing

we are dropped off at the corner.
at the best part of the hour
inside and underneath, tucked away or
in the dryer
inside the circle of trees, or 
underneath the furniture

its silent drifting,leaking
underwater and overland
passing obliquely into
neverland.

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I Surrender My Self -For M

I see that you are here
I wonder how it will be
sensing our connection is far reaching
I know that we have been in this show together before
our roll, our movements like the stars, 
slow, deliberate, smiles reunited

does it show...

when I think about it
I understand it less and the shade is pulled down and sleep occurs

all those years
all those close calls, you approaching
so close to me in the pattern, 
somehow we both know this
somehow I remember - little packets of light carrying the story to me
over the greatest distances it arrives stripped of its details,
a ghost mouthing the words as it fades into oblivion

I remember you clearly, so long ago
remember that song and the way you moved,

I see it when I look into your eyes,
where I was once forbidden
now I am drowning in them,
when we are together

I see down into the pit where the saint sleeps
you rest the eye,the time, and the memory

I see you

see the hills and the valleys roaming
and the great expanse expanding
in those golden rings, the sun burns
something compels me
something like this
pulling me into the show

into your eyes
I surrender my self

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Linked Dreams

splat 
against the wall
words
shaped by lines 
stitched and stained

trekking up a giant stone stairway
never getting more than a dollar or two
for the red stripes
for the twin eagles arriving 
as they always do

we are always arriving

I pulled the door down
and the elevator started
walls dropped away and
the bloody meat head was
at the edge of my tumor

so sweet
like a child
at my feet
like cats

writing their words in chalk
on the sidewalk with their
whiskers 
linked

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Without Witness- For You

Once again we are here
at the edge of the world
me and you
facing each other over the roar of endings

I know who we are
there is no one else 
we are the only ones here

prior to this was so temporary
even when I think of the tanks, full, ready
for the endless choices of skin, texture and refinement

at this point
we together briefly understand our separation

Know
that part of you is within me
and we are only one splitting into two

without witness



11204

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San Francisco

The wind came in from the sea and blew me to pieces
scattered me through the hills of the Mission and Noe Valley
i saw it all

the saint of the fog was welcoming me

as i assembled my self on the north beach
The husk of me drifted back to shore
Crisp glints of glass greeted me

as a solid I begin to move with the rotation of the planet
clockwise blooming Dahlias' circled the mirror agents
buzzing in the coffee shops,
bookstores and the dens of the cephalopods

Ignored by the wall
the door began to creek
advancing the return of silence

my ride to oblivion

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From Your Lips-For M

from your lips the light drips 
what you are trying to hide 
is beginning to seep out 
I can see it puddling 
on the floor

the secrets of the damned
are hiding from the sun
eyes squeezed shut 
try to hold them in

your shadow slips to the floor like a fist
deep shades dancing 
with the days old whores
aggressive eyes, swinging hips
bright against the black abyss