Why did you pay attention?

I milked something
a life saving bedpan.
And I touched a male
prostitute's ear.
You can out eat me
regardless of circumstance.
And that Asian lady
who winked at you
and then threw in
two nasty donuts.
But it's all good
because you're a crippled baby.

071808

Sleepy eyes and bus rides
and I fixed the earing for your ear.
You walked away to the bus stop
and took your pants off on the street.
You took your shirt off for a passing car
and we all saw the black lace bra.
I got on the bus to escape the city
but you followed me nonetheless.
You spoke to yourself of ejaculation.
You spoke to yourself of your penis.
And offended a woman to leave.
You tried to follow her nonetheless.
The driver convinced you
it wasn't your stop yet.

The Hurricane Cafe

"You are so beautiful.
And so amazing.
And so number one."

071308

"There is a romance about fruit floating outside on the water, about apples and pears in rivers and lakes." -Richard Brautigan

Frankincense, burning Frankincense.
And my stomach's a hollow ache.
And our daydreamed walks
through the woods
to the water
are memories.
A fifth of my life I've given
to passion
to playtime
to love.

You've made it sweeter.

My eyes are burning from too much salt water and baked bananas are filling my lungs. You are sweet with all of your poi-spinning and burned lyrics but I think I'll just sulk for a while anyway. I want to get stoned and converse with a cat who's ear is missing a sliver. Emerald eyes and playful claws. But you've made me some music and cats don't like dancing. I am deep in thought behind a down-turned face because this limbo is washed out florescence. I am blue tones of gray. I am jellyfish dried on the beach. I am dreaming of August. And your kindness has turned me to lemon meringue.

061508- Roadtrip.

Chelan

South Fork Snoqualmie River

136 Thousand

And it's too rough to write legibly.

And the snow is melting.

And you're falling asleep.

And we're all just

falling asleep.

Hip Hop

Dirty dance pop

Ellensburg

hip to hip

skin to skin

And her eyes keep catching

my eyes.

And she's saying,

“I'm always alone.”

Snoqualmie.

North Fork.

And trees.

And voices.

Ba-ba-ba-

ba-da-bum-ba-da-bum

And you can't resist her.

Blue eyes.

Two hands.

Refrigerator magnets.

And a speed trap ahead.

And my leg's gone to sleep.

And every time you cry,

you kiss her.

The first time.

Traveler's Info.

Tune into 1610AM

And the friendly

rest-stop meeting.

Nice eyes.

Nice smile.

Nice voice.

Bare feet.

Stampede.

And Cabin Creek.

And we're going

the wrong way,

And Dear God don't let those be hiccups.

And. Just. Relax.

In your tangled hair,

the muse is sweet.

Sweet sweat.

sticky arms.

Me. Me. Me.

Give it to me.

Swerrrrrve.

And around the bend.

These notes pull my soul.

Follow. Begging me to

follow.

But you don't agree.

Melted frosting.

Blood-red icing.

And I watch you

lick your fingers.

Lips. Teeth. Tongue. Touch.

On my sleepy eyes.

To fish from the bridge-

And leave me.

Where the water's blue can't be captured.

And ahh-sweet like nectar.

That chill to the marrow.

That leech shiver sweet.

And ahh-ahh like a soft sigh.

Like racing the train tracks.

Sharp steel against steel.

And graffiti haunts me like

all the bad choices

you chose to make.

And I move too slow for your liking.

But my legs are pinched.

And we've been golfing for hours.

And I just want to rest,

and wallflower for a while.

While every one is dancing.

And we're coming on Roslyn.

So watch for deer.

Lucky Fin.

And let's party.

Avalanch.

Twitch your eyelids

and tell me your dreams.

Tell me your dreams.

I've sparked your interest?

A long drawn, “My.”

And there goes the river-

amateur. Hip Hop.

I like your style.

Stomach. Eyes. Legs.

East 97.

And I'm hungry

for your burgers.

Mile One.

My favorite.

Wrecking yard.

And reggae ponies.

061708- Jealousy

The sunlight's reflections

Laughing like diamonds

Playing like schoolgirls

Giggling secrets.

And the sun shines forever.

Beats down through blue ozone

Reflects off the water

And plays me their songs.

And drums in the distance.

And laughter in ripples

And hills upon mountains.

A bittersweet lake.

061808- Wildfires.

The survivors bear scorch marks.

Shown proud like battle scars.

Where fires raged-

three years

four years

five-

They survive.

Carcinogen and soot marked,

Bark blackened with permanence.

To remind those passing:

We are strong like Asbestos,

and you cannot burn us down.

061808

The place where rapids turn white.

And irrigated cherries ripen in the sun.

Where Neil Young's hurricane

swims around my head.

And long strands of blond hair dance in the wind.

Once again I am filled with a discontent

that's hard to explain.

But he tells me that I'm like a hurricane.

And the trip home is shortened

by a lack of anticipation.