perpetual jam!!!!!!!!!

[saw]

the sky is rich
like back-lit azaleas
the curls of color twist
like filmstrips twirling
in the sunlight, the air
is thick with wisps of white
the grays meander
snakes of contrast
whose purpose is obvious
my eyes cannot deny
the beauty of spring
when she walks into the room
wearing nothing
but drop dead gorgeous
i try not to wolf whistle
try not to grin like a peeping tom
i lie back in the chaise
with my cup of yerba mate'
the honey has sunk to the bottom
so I rotate the spoon, and swoon
brain jammin' like a righteous cog
in an canvas machine
the textures are crevices
from my salty cheeks, my ears
hear the geese from the lake
strike up the band, march in the air
to a new place with style, they
are hungry or bored or antsy
for a new view, I am perfectly
happy with the one I have

[WIREMAN]

Early
Worm
Gets the
Silent hum
Of fan
Clock movin
Fast
5:24 am
Trailer tappin
Rise and shine
Rumble of thunder
Smell the rain

[saw]

today my mother would be 91
if she hadn't died at 49, cancer
took her too early, she never met
any of my children, she left
the earth before she had time
to dote on those grandkids, she
fought like she always did, never
gave in to the prognosis, and i
always believed she would recover,
so when i got the call on the phone
that hung in the kitchen of my apartment
I slid down the wall
like a deflated balloon, hit he floor
like a sack of potatoes, and I cried
I miss her, but often feel she is with me
often feel her presence in the room
and one night I talked to her as she sat
at the foot of my bed...only bodies die
wear out like old tires, spirits live forever

[WIREMAN]

Spirits are alive
I could hear Carole Jean
For weeks after she died
Then a beaded Indian bracelet
That she gave me and I lost
In Baltimore mysteriously
Appeared in Frederick beneath
My work table....last time I had contact
With her spirit, a going away present
.......perhaps......???......

[WIREMAN]

The creative way
Bringing it closer
Truth
Justice
Compassion
All encompassing
The rigors of the
Day to day
Through, thrown, threw, thru
All the ways
But creative

[saw]

make art not war
poster hangs on my wall
so i can walk by it
day after day a reminder,
reinforcement is good
it's easy to be too tired
to tango, easy to say
tomorrow is the day
I will stretch my body and mind
tomorrow I will block out some time
and then tomorrow is yesterday
and you haven't done a damn thing
creativity takes some discipline
can't happen when you're watching TV
won't blossom without a little water
and some nitrogen, a dash of
potassium and some love
another poster I like is GO TO
YOUR STUDIO.....MAKE THINGS
seems obvious, but humans need
encouragement, metaphors
axioms, adages, bumper stickers
magnets, newspaper clippings,
you know....a furtive environment
picking up the brush is step one
opening the box of carving knives
staring at the cracks of plaster
with tools in your hands
and dreams in your eyes
til that flashpoint when a spark
sets the room on fire

[sasha]

Spirits are alive
I could hear Carole Jean
For weeks after she died
Then a beaded Indian bracelet
That she gave me and I lost
In Baltimore mysteriously
Appeared in Frederick beneath
My work table....last time I had contact
With her spirit, a going away present
.......perhaps......???......

another LinkedIn notification
and within it
a friend of a friend of a friend -
Holli Ann
that smile
those eyes
the long red hair
still carelessly framing her face
so I opened Pandora's Box
aka Google Image
and found another picture
one linking to
her obituary
November 9, it said
and I remembered
wasn't that the day
out on the trail
I'd randomly thought of her
and wondered what we'd say
if our paths would cross again?
Had I imagined our conversation
or did we really speak
silently
as she was crossing over
to the other side?

[WIREMAN]

Jam stuck at 5 am.
Where it went
Only remnants remain
Inside of thee
If it was all snow?
The rain that is
Tappin to the music
Rarely do I listen at
Mi casa these daze
Farka toure
Sound garden
What's next?
Lookin at beat pics
Mind not jammin
Be back later

[saw]

monday morning
she sure looks fine
the parade of automobiles
and trains, buses and cabs
america is on its way
the wheels of commerce
turn like games of chance
"the ecomomy" is a living
entity, created by statisticians
and we all know how Mark Twain
felt about that, and I too will drive
my van, but after the mad rush
I'll head to Home De Pot, that little
french cafe that sells weed and lumber
I wish.....Maryland is getting closer
medical marijuana is here, the first
step to legalization, but the black
market will always be here, and so
it is "the economy" is diverse, no stats
from the underground, just a steady stream
of products people want, without
all the hoopla of the stock market,
been that way long as I can remember
pssst, hey buddy, you wanna buy a watch

[sasha]

oh, spring morning
dog and I sit outside
in silent communion
unlike the phoebes
and ovenbirds
(and is that a veery?)
chattering like tenement mums
hanging out the wash
I sip my coffee
he chews a stick
no words exchanged
none needed
to share this moment
of two animals in repose
worshipping the sun

[WIREMAN]

The Sun
Solas
Star of stars
Makes its entrée
Fans on cool
Eddie vedder & nusrat fateh Ali Kahn
Blending east and west
Long day
Long ride
Belly full
Eyelids heavy
Time for rest.........

[saw]

the sun
has returned
from a long journey
masked in the orbit
of clouds
for days on end
the myriad grays
were all we had
for a month of sundays
and so we had to look closer
for beauty without shimmer
we had to look deeper
into the absence of color
to the layers of blacks
and whites, the lack
of shadows that give
perspective, the sun
has come home, she
dances on the marigolds
in the box out front, on
the firebush that waits its turn
for autumn, when with or
without sister sun, the brother
turns flaming red

[WIREMAN]

Ink dripping
From pens end
Tap
Tap
Tapping
The ever running
Word
Slings &
arrows
Outrageousness
No fortune
Told
The end comes
Too soon
But
Not fast enough
The young
Need to
Learn for themselves
The old
Just gotta let
Things slide
Doing....doing....doing...
My friend does
Thinking of ahead
While it's all
Just space
Which is the
The place
In a world
Where
Nothing really
Matters
Sayleavie
A rose is a rose is a rose....

[saw]

Go to see the Cat today
it is an animal, but it isn't
furry to my knowledge, it's
radioactive, and some tech
will look inside me like a voyeur
and she will forward some
private pictures of me
to a man in a white coat.
I wish they'd switch up a little
you know like the nurses with
all their colorful garb, but no
it's always white for doctors
as if they have no imagination
as if they have no personality
but I guess the truth be known
long as they keep their eye on
the ball, then I'll just deal with
their whiteness, keep your focus
Doc, forget about that tee time
there will be plenty of time for golf
when you retire early, oh damn
listen how cynical I am this morning
forget everything I said...I'm just
a little worried

[WIREMAN]

Understandably

Reading quite a bit
About Soutine
Modigliani
Picasso
Matisse
Artists of the
School of Paris
What a flowering
Value?
Only life
Has value
The dealers buy
Up the dead
On the funeral march
Kinda morbid
But oh so true
Even musicians
Are better dead
Than alive
In my YouTube video
In 2007
I shout out at the end of
My performance
"Buy art from artists while they're alive!"