When You are Really Famous 10/2001

When you are really famous, I will be sitting in a diner by myself
Sipping weak coffee and eating a stale pastry.
And then I hope you will remember
My face as I look out the window and see you
In your glamorous limo and all
The different women at your side.
Our eyes meet, eyesore rankles
And gives gloomy reminders
Of things [...]

Ask her.

She will tell you. She won’t be able to tell you physically or verbally. Yet, she will communicate in a way you may not know yet. Keep your mind and heart open for signs. Your mother will communicate her wishes if you let her and are willing to listen. Ask her. Ask her what she wants. [...]

Moe and Obie

flying

My belt buckle is the object of his affection; goldfish brightly twisting fins frozen in a watery two-dimension.
Fish fly, he says. Mom fly. I fly.
The truth is hidden. Mom does not fly. She rests underground.
Fish don’t fly. When they pass on, they pass on to life in the sewer, faithfully flushed, mingling among the ruins.
I [...]

Come out, come out whereever you are

Melancholy
by Baron Wormser

Weakness—the pale succumbing to loneliness,
Refusing to admit anyone else, indulging
The blue perquisites of adolescence
Long past their sensible deliquescence.
He knew it but went on drinking and regretting,
Not calling his friends and regretting,
Making scenes over nothing and regretting.
It helped to make him despise himself,
Which was, he sensed, what he wanted. He was
Then, in his oblique [...]

f-i-n-g-e-r-s-p-e-l-l-i-n-g

I have voices in my head that relive the past. I have voices in my head that pull open my file cabinent of thought. I have voices in my head that demand I replay portions of my past, wishing I said things I wish I said, and I have voices in my head that
MAKE UP [...]

Florence Sand Dunes, where I once dropped my camera

There are angels written in sand grooves, clouds, angels written in leaves.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Would you join me, or shout, “Bring on the angels, the bright waterfall of angels tour?”
 
 

I am supposed to write.

I need crayons. I have them. I need markers. I have them. They sit in empty coffee cans. They are waiting to be used. Use me, Periwinkle screams. Use me, Marigold screams. No! Use me, Gray screams. I will use all of you, I will bide my time, my dear ones, I will not only [...]

A shade of Blue

Blue. That’s it. Blue.
When asked what I sound like… he said, “You’re Blue.”
“Blue?” I ask. I wonder. I pause and think. Blue?
“Yes, Blue. We all speak Blue. Some of us speak Dark Blue. Some of us speak Light Blue. Some of us speak Royal Blue. Some of us speak Midnight Blue. Some of us [...]

the Earth

 
                                          speaks to us in whispers
 
listen
 
O Earth, wait for me
 …toward which corner of the mountain no one can tell, in these misty clouds; it is only beginning, the beginning of an ending, ending a beginning, thus.  …toward which direction the rooster points, the door faces North, downward pointing to the gates of Hell, my good sir.   [...]