too weary and too inspired to sleep in this warm and worn universe
thinking of Emmylou, sitting crosslegged on the matress surrounded by Bob Dylan, Sachmo, Count Basie, Ella Fitzgerald, Kris Kristopherson, Jack Kerouac, candles, incense, Bama moon, thrift store trinkets, instruments.....
thinking about Emmylou and missing her I just know she's somewhere out there, see-thru frock of crimson and earthly tan, barefoot, looking into me. But ah so is life
have no idea what time it is, but it's dark and the birds are chirping for some reason and I wanna run beneath them, discover empty phantoms and call them holy (and rightfully so) find everything holy,
find something holy
Solid brown eyes, voice like honey, crumpled letter in the gutter, Blues, anything un-resolved, the cotton that grew near my house that died two years ago, maybe even all those times I walked til my feet were ablaze and then numb humming about bloody eyes and about running to a lover's door covered in exhaust, clay, coffee, ideas, will, something calling, something screaming, something sighing, someone moaning or singing or asking
someone out there
maybe Emmylou enthralled and holy
(and it's my last night here)
My poetry, stories, songs, and whatever else(interesting title,huh?) And btw none of this is to be distributed, used, copied, etc. without my permission. It's all mine.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Me and my sis being stupid
the cat
sat on
the mat
the dog
peed on
the log
the kitten
puked in
the mitten
the puppy
ate
the guppy
the fishes
washed
the dishes
the tiger
can fit
in the dryer
the llama
hooked up
with my mama
the doggy
is soggy
the goat
can drive
a boat
this should be a children's book!
the bomboozle
can shoozle
a kadoozle
the owl
is on
the prowl
the rat
is glued
to the cat
the mouse
built
the house
the beetle
invented
the needle
the chickadee
ate
the hikory
The ham
ate
the lamb
the cow
gave birth
to the sow
Sis--I'd be awesome in creative writing because I'm not creative!
Me- BAAAHA HAHAHAHA!
My sister's haiku:
Infuriating!
what happened to my turtle?
Oh wait, there he is
Mom killed the kittens
ran them over with her car
splattered on the lawn
(that one's my favorite)
sat on
the mat
the dog
peed on
the log
the kitten
puked in
the mitten
the puppy
ate
the guppy
the fishes
washed
the dishes
the tiger
can fit
in the dryer
the llama
hooked up
with my mama
the doggy
is soggy
the goat
can drive
a boat
this should be a children's book!
the bomboozle
can shoozle
a kadoozle
the owl
is on
the prowl
the rat
is glued
to the cat
the mouse
built
the house
the beetle
invented
the needle
the chickadee
ate
the hikory
The ham
ate
the lamb
the cow
gave birth
to the sow
Sis--I'd be awesome in creative writing because I'm not creative!
Me- BAAAHA HAHAHAHA!
My sister's haiku:
Infuriating!
what happened to my turtle?
Oh wait, there he is
Mom killed the kittens
ran them over with her car
splattered on the lawn
(that one's my favorite)
Friday, April 10, 2009
Had Enough Hurtin' Tonight
The last bottle is dry
and my spirit's bruised
let's get outta this damn alley
honey, we've got too much to lose
feels like our limbs are tied
and we can't hold eachother
come on, just run back home
so maybe one of us can hear the other
Wash the tears off of your face
I'll turn out the lights
crawl under the covers, babe
'cause I've had enough hurtin tonight
let's go down to the river
'stead of bleeding downtown
I'm not too tired to start again
I know we can turn this thing around
after all we've seen
there's no room for fare well
though our throats are so raw
and all this fighting is hell
stars will blaze sooner or later
and they don't care about sides
and i wanna be wrapped up in you
'cause I've had enough hurtin tonight
I'm sorry for it all
please don't break inside
I'll lay my body down beside you
'cause we've had enough hurtin tonight
and my spirit's bruised
let's get outta this damn alley
honey, we've got too much to lose
feels like our limbs are tied
and we can't hold eachother
come on, just run back home
so maybe one of us can hear the other
Wash the tears off of your face
I'll turn out the lights
crawl under the covers, babe
'cause I've had enough hurtin tonight
let's go down to the river
'stead of bleeding downtown
I'm not too tired to start again
I know we can turn this thing around
after all we've seen
there's no room for fare well
though our throats are so raw
and all this fighting is hell
stars will blaze sooner or later
and they don't care about sides
and i wanna be wrapped up in you
'cause I've had enough hurtin tonight
I'm sorry for it all
please don't break inside
I'll lay my body down beside you
'cause we've had enough hurtin tonight
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
For Allie
Allie, speak softly, don't let yur temperature rise
If ya feel ya have to, I'll let you look in my eyes
You sayt here's no one to hold you
but I'm here to console you
no hurt, no scorn, can come here tonight
Do you want me to open my coat and let your in?
honey, we could be gone like smoke in the wind
I just want you to know
that your spirit can grow
tho it may seem buried too far, it can rise again
The chains of Birmingham can't touch you my dear
a town's a town, you have only your doubts to fear
Yes it's weary and worn
it's been bruised, it's been torn
but you're not Birmingham's child, it can't draw you too near
Allie we both see the poverty outside
there're sundowns that can slay you and storms to ride
maybe you're kinda like me
just hungry to be free
If ya feel you have to babe, we can head north tonight
and if ya feel you have to babe,
would you let me inside?
If ya feel ya have to, I'll let you look in my eyes
You sayt here's no one to hold you
but I'm here to console you
no hurt, no scorn, can come here tonight
Do you want me to open my coat and let your in?
honey, we could be gone like smoke in the wind
I just want you to know
that your spirit can grow
tho it may seem buried too far, it can rise again
The chains of Birmingham can't touch you my dear
a town's a town, you have only your doubts to fear
Yes it's weary and worn
it's been bruised, it's been torn
but you're not Birmingham's child, it can't draw you too near
Allie we both see the poverty outside
there're sundowns that can slay you and storms to ride
maybe you're kinda like me
just hungry to be free
If ya feel you have to babe, we can head north tonight
and if ya feel you have to babe,
would you let me inside?
Thursday, April 2, 2009
I fell into rivers of asphalt
broke my eyes
dust on my face
walking thru the streets of Birmingham
moaning,
The stars are rebels
that the moon
cut our of the sun
and left wanderin'
and blazin'
above wolf-dogs and howls
(can you touch me where it hurts?)
****************
I sat alone
in the tender dark,
struck a match
and swallowed the spark
****************
Weary baby
standing naked befor the dusk
eyes full of tenderness
ivory hands holding crusts of bread
legs cold from the rain
harmony's been broken
by sudden sweet surrenders
and it's all holy
the ghosts from ancient storms,
the weeds,
the rain-drenched wood,
the fireflies in your hair
as you sit by a midnight window
coughing up rust
or red clay
knawing your bones and trying to believe in Heaven
everything rushing into you
will someday be holy
tarnished baby
flashing like a coin in the lost and found
don't you know that I dream of your mercury mind
of kissing your young holy neck
and feeling the warm vines rushing underneath
tho we've both been wounded by thunder
and hungry sighs
I will
I will follow you
broke my eyes
dust on my face
walking thru the streets of Birmingham
moaning,
The stars are rebels
that the moon
cut our of the sun
and left wanderin'
and blazin'
above wolf-dogs and howls
(can you touch me where it hurts?)
****************
I sat alone
in the tender dark,
struck a match
and swallowed the spark
****************
Weary baby
standing naked befor the dusk
eyes full of tenderness
ivory hands holding crusts of bread
legs cold from the rain
harmony's been broken
by sudden sweet surrenders
and it's all holy
the ghosts from ancient storms,
the weeds,
the rain-drenched wood,
the fireflies in your hair
as you sit by a midnight window
coughing up rust
or red clay
knawing your bones and trying to believe in Heaven
everything rushing into you
will someday be holy
tarnished baby
flashing like a coin in the lost and found
don't you know that I dream of your mercury mind
of kissing your young holy neck
and feeling the warm vines rushing underneath
tho we've both been wounded by thunder
and hungry sighs
I will
I will follow you
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