"The Argument with Al Greene playing in the Background"  

Some things just happen. Some things take you places. Some things can take a few minutes while this stupid thing will haunt me for a long time. Some of my favorites take but seconds but the ones that are fun would be those that involve getting lost and finding ways out. Can't explain ...... but each one has a life of it's own.

I have the Live at Leeds album by the Who on currently.

A Love Song (Byte-me-Bitch)

When you gonna see me?

I’m so alone

Missing you baby

I wish you’d phone

Since you been gone

Things ain’t been the same

Fall apart

When I hear your name

So come on down, come on down, come on down

Never knew the gutter could be so low

Standing in the mirror

Futures in my hand

You been seeing

Another Man

Future in my hand

And I haven’t got a clue

Why that man’s futures

Inside of you

So come on down, come on down, come on down

Never knew the gutter could be so low

Don’t worry about it baby

Ain’t nothin’ but a thing

Hell, it ain’t like

You’re wearing my ring

Not to worry momma

I’ll play the clown

While you go fuckin every dick in town

So come on down, come on down, come on down

Never knew the gutter could be so low

Standing in the doorway

Pistol in my hand

Had no future

Made no plans

Girl on the corner

Gives it up for pay

Sound of her voice

Driving me insane

So come on down, come on down, come on down

Never knew the gutter could be so low

If only you could've seen me then

 Such a sight to behold

Just to see who I was.

And that I was not always old.

Monochromatic 230x30 piece in Holbein Acrylagouache grey scale. subject: Daryl Waltrip's Mountain Dew #11 Olds from late 70's or early 80's. I did this a long long time ago and I don't feel like doing anything tonight. Picture is shot through glass with an iPhone. One day I will do it right. I have to clean the house so no art, no poetry and no intellectual endeavors. Just in case someone is actually out there I will do a little something. 

There was this man from Nantucket ........ 

He had to clean his house

But he was on effing face book all night

And the people came over the next day

The house was a sty

The dishes weren't done

They thought he was crazy

He was not crazy

He was just on Facebook

"No" they said "You are Crazy"

No, I was on Face Book

"No ... you are crazy on drugs"

No, I was on Facebook

"This is an intervention, it is for your own good"

No, I was on Face Book, Hey! get me a coke, will ya?

"No this is an intervention, your insane, your on drugs, this is for your own good, we are afraid you will hurt yourself."

No, I was on face book, see, I will stop, please don't take me away,

I was on Facebook!

A lot that's cast

upon a sea

White and foaming

Lost, adrift,

deep, green

Cold and sullen 

faces mask 

the hollow stares

that stone me.

Words are said

without a thought

Something I do

quite alot

can't explain

paid the cost

Now I understand

 a loss

that stoned me.

So now

let the end begin

In his name

we gather in

to find he

who's without sin

To find a rock

from deep within

And stone me

We don't listen

to what is said

We don't say

whats in our head

We deny, turn away 

So at the end of day

Now I lay me down to sleep

Conscience clear, conscience clean

Gentle is the touch

and soothing is the voice

of one familiar

Around the corner
is a place to call home

I still have souvenirs of my visits to Shiloh, Chicamauga and Murfreesboro. It's sad that these grounds will be lost to uban sprawl. How strange would it be to hear these hallowed names reflected in the subdivisions and apartment complexes taking their place? Growing up was great. The bronze statues, old Parrot Cannons sitting single file in the warmth of a summer day. The feel of a thousand souls, young men who had not been more than a few miles from their home, haunting a field of grass and dew. Rows upon rows of headstones with the end dates all the same. My parents use to take us as kids. Dad loved to drive. I still hold on to the curiosities of these days. I replay it over and over hoping I will one day know, knowing I never will. 

We live our lives at best

To slave this hallowed mortal shell


                               In the years and through its days,

a life that I've created

                                      lies scattered, broken

in decay as I grew to be them.

I

as a martyr

growing tired

reflecting life

ask, "was I right?"

"did I do it right?"

"did it matter?"

Life,

Comes as she wills

I make walls

Build them high,

Build them strong,

yet she still comes

my eyes close

like before a punch

telling myself,

"you have control"

but life comes as she wills

recognize

enjoy

reflect,

reflection ends

Toss the cigarette to the ground

and underfoot

it dies and I move on 

05/18/2010

In beauty I settle

I rest my head

Touch with hands

Loose myself

I stand in shadow

I peer, gaze

not so much wanting

not so much lusting

that's what it's there for

to hate

to dispise

want

to ask of God, why not I.

It was only yesterday, 

tomorrow had not come,

Did not want this hope to end,

Yet somehow, 

a rotation of this earth,

one rise and set of sun

Left me braced against the cold,

 with memories undone. 

I wish again to know her name

She said the child was mine

Left them on a sandy beach

Where waves erased my crime

Yet it was only yesterday

a yesterday of mine.