Parade

Don't look at me with those eyes,
Surrounded with guilt like a parade.

Kurt Vonnegut Jr. is free God bless you

Hitting My Head on Ice

The first to capture me in a cage
the burning describes the feelings that remain
wandering alone in the snow blown fields
looking for the horse that did not want to be found
carrots and bridle one hidden the other shown
i have the feeling of time quaking in my bones
the pain still comes to me from time to time
it makes me wonder if i am still growing these pains
in my legs are like quick drying liquid plastic
there is nothing that could make me sale cars
yet it remains unlike the shape of you in a mirror
the cage door is open and empty
does that mean your free or floundering in your
own cosmic soup bowl?
i think if i were to plunge a toilet with an alien
you would be there like a pendant between her breasts
offering comfort and peace
that long sot after peace
until the ash burns cold on the single
cigarette in the single ashtray
in the middle of a lounge bar
only a hotel conference room full of businessmen
would be more depressing then this.
what would you say if i were to speak hello
goodbye hi bye farewell
hello

Poetry in the LIbrary

Yellow fried from green unicorns that run free while getting tired of ghosts and log off the plane I will survive the next month if only I have faith and believe in smiles and happy things. I am preparing to test for days and days I will give you everything you want and no I didn't forget your birthday but I can't say I can't talk the endless talking. No need to shave and not on top once in three months I can't remember the grizzly Adams of yester year. I remember the bears and the mountains rolling down the mountains like Nome the place of year long ice and sun the sun can not melt the ice forever and they say the water wars are coming. will we share no we will fight for all that is ours or all that rolls along next to yours. you can not forget the fallen heroes of the water wars and the soldiers that fight for oil and freedom depending on how you look at reason I will not share the same thoughts over and over I will continue to. Gypsies all run free but the troubadours are more my type, Saint George and the dragon will raise again when the great and terrible serpent will rise and no one is scared that the honey bees are disappearing. I can't tell you how scared I am that they are gone and no one seems to think its news, but I see it as a sign to grow long in the tooth and hold up signs that will only get me the kind of responses a homeless man might get. With the coins that are thrown at me I will by my friend’s freedom to undo the shame of the fathers and grandfathers that continue to stack up behind us until we can't remember which one died to bring me here to this land that slowly gets fatter and fatter. Is that what they died for my cholesterol intact might become more manageable or should I diet and cry alone for the fact that no one no. 1 is here for anyone else? and then when the faith has almost died I have the chance to touch a life in the glowing center the rare times when the moment almost makes us both cry for the simple fact that happiness and service was given freely.