~this is the end~
~beautiful friend
~the end~
~this is the end~
~my only friend~
~the end~
~of our elab’rate plans~
~the end~
~of ev’rything that stands
~the end~
~no safety or surprise~
~the end~
~I'll never look into your eyes again~

~James Douglas Morrison~
  

~midnight 31 December~
~the final click~
~on the citizen time-clock~
 ~marking the year 2011~
~a young man in Colorado~
~stared into the internet tunnel~
~the only light in his room~
~watching & listening~
~to apocalyptic doomsday~
~wizards & witches~
~the electronic medium~
~he erased the badgering rhetoric~
~from his mind-space~
~posted the words of the poet~
~James Douglas Morrison~
~to his Face Book page~
~closed his eyes & went to sleep~


~fourteen hundred miles away~
~in a place named California~
~& unbeknownst to him~
~the young man’s father~
~practiced the precise steps~
~of the ritual~
~word for word~
~these poets share a~

~familiar rain~

~earth creatures~
~ghosts & men~
~stand down for this one~


~whose memories are shadows~
~wispy glimpses of that which~
~has not yet occurred~
~sacred guardian of the afterlife~
~ruler of the night~
~keeper of spirits transitioning~
~from one plane of existence~
~to another~


~brother owl watches children~
~brown in the sun~
~laughing & running through~
~pale lavender/deep violet~
~fields of alfalfa~
~a spool of string between them~
~trailing high into the sky~
~brother owl knows what children know~
~the bones of the kite where the string is tied~
~are not its beginning or end~
~nor is the spool spinning in their hands~
~they are creatures of moment~
~children~
~ecstatic & so caught up living~
~its delicious bits are all~
~that cannot end has not begun~


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~Zedidiah strumming his guitar~
~we’re lookin’ into the fire~
~spendin’ time with my kids~
~ah the rewards~
~a new song to add to our war bag~
~a first for my youngest son & me~
~we visit Tommy~
~my oldest son~
~he sprinkles some of his magick~
~we have a first cut result~
~me & my boyz~

~What You Do~

There’s a lion asleep
in the bottom of the well
his secrets died with him
that’s the story they tell
There’s a lone one watching
yeah, the trees have eyes
I confess that
it comes as no surprise
Don’t tell me
don’t tell me
don’t tell me
what you do

We been talkin’ all night
 making love at dawn
  I been voodoo trippin’
you are the drug I’m on
  I almost made it
  past your lies
  but the truth between them
  made the lion die
  Don’t tell me
don’t tell me
don’t tell me
  what you do

You hear the lonely lonely
  it’s the voice, they say
  its echo of madness
  chase the moon away
  yeah, the lonely hearts
  at the wishing well
  toss in a penny
  on the road to hell
  Don’t tell me
  don’t tell me
  don’t tell me
  what you do

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Picture
~1000 Days~

~that’s what my brother named years spent in prison~
  ~I’ve been tossed in jail a few times in my life~
  ~no down time like him~
  ~twenty-eight years~
  ~God damn~

~Day 998~
  ~Down Time~
    

~a person learns it is wise~
  ~to take life in small steps~
  ~my family has stood witness~
  ~to instances of stumbling~
  ~running downhill on my part~
  ~embarrassed perhaps~
  ~they love me still~
  ~and I~
  ~for my part~
  ~each & every one of them~
  ~it is as if failure confirms us~
  ~defines the difference~
  ~as we look into their eyes~
  ~friends & family~
  ~whose spirit eyes reach~
  ~& those that look away~

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~I’m a lucky man~sitting in a lawn chair~Colorado springtime~
~breathing in~breathing out~that’s enough~time spent well~
~my wife’s in California~earning our living~she’ll join me in a couple of weeks~
~she brings home the bacon~til my words find their weigh~I’m a lucky man~

~Venerable Youth~

~wherever I am~
~sparrows’ voices will remind me~
~of this day when I am~
~watching his sister~
~cut his hair~
~these vulnerable youth~
~children of mine~
~it is peaceful like~
~after love making~
~after death~
~on the afternoon breeze~
~before midnight~
~peaceful like~
~sparrow feathers~
~in a burning bag~
 
 
~mean night-
~a man & his son~
~levis & leather~
~whiskey & rum~
~good dog~
~a big dog~
~something~
 ~they can get ahold of~
 
 
 
 
~watching a child sleep~unsure~mirror breath~REM’s~eyelids busy~soft & down~my hand reaches to touch~heart skips a beat~oh, father me~
 

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