ten times ten
again and again
i've walked in search of it
the quest
without beginning or end
it just is
my want of truth of revelation
to gain it whatever the cost
tied to the mast i alone
heard the sirens call
the others stooped to their task
with waxen ears
ploddin oxen
i scream for release but none hear or care
cause i'm roped in restraint
to keep my body from dashing to the stones in waves
but lord now i know what divinity is
i've heard it singing softly somewhere

ran tad

right wingers can be so fkn stupid
and i don't mean to pick sides
but if they could just pick a new battle line besides "no"
yes i agree, the world should be about more than government
and laws and taxes
but it shouldn't be about big oil, big money either
they aint human
but they bark us into a corner
like my mad fat ass aunt
breathe deep the clean air my friends
if democrats can't pass an enviro act if it were on it's last gasp lap
switch tactics, be alexander, take it from em
clinton set aside all that land
in alasksa (the ANWR as it were)
and didn't even have to fight about it
cause he punked it past you
on his way out the door
but shame on you for making him do it
the environment doesn't need punks
it needs hard nosed men making
good decisions about life on our planet
dumb asses
be ye the masters, not the anchor at the end of that chain
how can "drill baby drill"
be you energy policy?
what are you, a fuckin quip?
look at what your party's become jowly and slobbery,
in chin deep teeth
remember it's the company of lincoln you keep
think deeply freaks
this is the land of eagle
all men want to see

freedom spews

water that feeds a way of life

even with my blind minds eye i see

slip shod

don't undress me
with your eyes
i wore clothes that you
may
slip your hand in
my naked skin
crawls for your touch

ab origiinal

humans are the kind of
animals who don't
wanna be animals
we are micheal jacksons in nature
neck naked
for crying out loud

cascadian

please that string
pull it from
my sleeve
my navel
uncoils
a
leep of
insight upon you
you bring your bright light white skin
to bed
for breakfast,
I tread so soft
dust pulses manacled
leg after leg you stand
over me, hunched around your next verdict
a feast of moments,
the gnaw of your hunger
against my temple
is like gravity
every where else being pulled
here so
there is no place icould be
without you
the chasm groans
at the edge
my lips gather
a storm at the door
I climb your body
with no where to stand
our breath a sheath of swords
behind the back
flicker like candle
you come an go
thinking as you burn
you can see my face
substantially shadows
a molecular ghost, a mist of pixels
accumulation by percents
from tree to forest floor I heap around you now
buried as you are
knee deep in me

.

canned calls

it's good enough
for conversation on your
hand held home grown phone
can't you hear what they're saying
it's a long distance
judgement call
" i'll bill you directly
for any damages i've
done"
kill the tack of
moderation
the revolutions
begun

so strange
the man , a novel marvel
a wonder
a ragged flag of ideas
he'd fly in your face if he could
just like you do to him
with your dim witticism
pomposity
the banner and trumpets gallant blasting
look how high the horse of
chemical properties
and the marketability of petroleum product
see it's not so simple
to be someone
in a party
of
rhetoricians
a nation me's
cowering below the belt
swallowing pill bills
for a life on the couch
chin on chest
fingers lingering stingingly
at the hair on his face
"bleed to think" he breathes in deep over his head

"you were supposed to
say something," she chided under
her breath
" it was up to you to carry the day."
disappointment
waited till the end of her sentence
before it stole her away
" it's so hard"
she squeaked two stick thin
composure leaving its' mark on her stricken face
so hard
to regain the lost momentum
of those apple pie
minutes
when teeth would
gladly sink in sweet smiles
now whose to laugh?
the past had it's chance and the present
is so choked in awkward
tension it lends itself comfortably to a confusing end it's
the sound of lake lapped land where
goodbyes puddle ceaselessly under there, the
huddled shuffle of another
cold shoulder

to faith

monster greed sting

did you know there used to live here a long time ago there lived a giant who in hunger
was devouring every thing that lived and breathed. moose, bear, wild cats, mice all were food for the grotesque monster they tried to kill him but couldn’t pierce his heart, for it was found in his left heal. all creatures despaired of life.
it was in this miserable condition one of the last of the brave young men came forward in counsel and presented his plan. much loved for his kindness and bravery, the people at first cried out in protest not wanting to sacrifice the best of them to the worst monster. but being without any other choices with tears and prayers sent him to his fate. without fear he ran to sound of the giants foot falls, and lay down, feigning death in the giant’s path home, in order to be taken alive to learn of the giant’s weaknesses. the giant being fooled scooped the man up, saying with swollen pride, “ these people are so weak and afraid now they die from the sound of my feet. ha, i don’t even have to chase my dinner any more.”
the brave was dumped in the house. while the giant went outside to prepare his fire, his son came inside. immediately the brave leapt from his heap on the floor and put the giants own knife to the child who confessed his fathers’ weakness. just then the giant crossed the threshold, the man immediately stabbed the huge foot, over and over, till blood thick as rivers ran black down to the puget sound, and the giant fell dead. the giant who was about to devour all things was killed by man.
this giant though laughed with his head, “ i am a giant, ha! even dead i am hungry, i will eat flesh forever.”
“ oh no you won’t! the man retorted and pulling the giants hair cut off his head and threw it into the fire. then with the giants own knife cut the whole body into manageable
pieces throwing all into the fire and when it had burned down, scattered the ashes to the wind.
as the wind pulled the ash up into the air, the billowing cloud turned into a fog of buzzing mosquitoes. out of the cloud the man heard the giant still laughing,” HA, HA! i
am a giant, i’ll eat flesh for ever.”
that is why we have mosquitoes today. that is why mosquitoes are such a pain in the ass, swarming with the nature of giant behind them. and that is why i still have hope, because even if the giant’s hunger can never be killed, it can be changed from death to life if we act quickly.

heel high

she has all her weight
her twenty eight years of ass,
still heavy in her,
strong and fat in my hands
the horse rider
rode my
torso
i whirled her
once
then twice
carried and lowered her slowly
letting my
hands have the last dance
my arms bearing the load
till she landed
she was mine
but she’s not
gone
my fingers remember
the tension
the dance of light from
sweet eyes
lips, blurred pink
nations built on hope

jillnesses

father,
i spoke plainly to her cause she wanted
to live like a man............in a bachelors freedom
but she cried like a women
weeping about her sisters who had married well
hitched themselves to mounties
and computer programmers
and she herself was broke
destitute, without hope
of prosperity
i told her
“it’s a big world, you have to twist your head around
to see it”
then i jumped out of the decomposing el-camino
slammin that ricketty shit shut behind me
no sympathy from me, she pissed me off
with her self filled eye, that and her cigarette smoke
i know, i know
it’s a womans’ right to choose
but why does that political statement from women
have to mean death
is that too a modern feminine virtue. regardless
let all women and men know
when we accept freedom
we lose the right
to bitch about it’s results
there’s no crying in the
land of the brave

good people

don’t spend anymore money to fix the water
when the land under foot
is stomping
ground thin
beyond repair gravel touches sky
i implore you listen trees plead for reason
the cause a cause
caved in, bland flag
waving
it is
the american thing to scheme dream
a bling a ling thing
ding a ling thing
so
don’t twist your head round to
see it, please,
i beg you root to the rock
for good

edmonds on time

just as the mother walked to the window with her child
in her arms to watch the train go by, a man opened the door
entering the ferry terminal. at the precise moment the glass
hatch cracked to let the man pass, the train let go it’s
whistle roaring through town with all it’s colossal energy,
a deafening wall of sound pushed into the lobby. what would
have been a dramatic view of a close moving train was ruined
by the realities of the convergence of moments. the child screamed
hiding ears under hands and her face in her mothers neck. good
i thought, another mind chased from that romance with frankenstien.
train tracks x ferry terminal x down town corridor x natural
convergence zone = disaster.
equals edmonds edmonds
is a
train wreck
of
potentials

man puddles bout a mile apart above kingstons watershed with nothig to mitigate the toxic soups descent cept another road

love bone

nash/nash


i’m in love

with your magic

don’t laugh

cause it’s tragic

like crack for

an addict

the freaks

gotta have it

i’m bleedin

you stabbed it

numb cause you

smacked it

stoned since you

grabbed it

my soul since

you jacked it

ran off n

stashed it

like cash in

the attic

bon bons

n fat chicks

the passion

we have it

don’t bad act it

just pass habit

love bone

hickety pickit

oooh,

she’s turned on
her cattle prod
i find it odd
and applaud when
she rides
rough shod down
hickory stick
stealin cheap tricks from a
chick named
vick

all she wants is money
she don’t give
a shit
bout the clothes
i wear
or whose clit i
split
she’s the kinda woman
give other chicks fits
with her spankity
ass
and
her lickity tits

walk this way

stumbling out of the woods feet first, nettles and briers walked
beat that path worse, my
legs still burn red fire welt where knee wholes let the life in
a dance of gestures
with feet
found in a world unprepared for booted heals
a peace perfect world of screaming trees and eagle dreaming
the fat doe finds
her way too, herself a crackle of released energy in the tight wood.
it is temperate forest at sea level. like eden in the clear blue
north wind, these shy spots hold the den of the slight fox carved
in cedar, a hush of forest old as dirt, vibrant in it's flux,
the sand banks always falling in water
from laying in the saw grass in the beach sun warm
to find coffee and internet and so you
took me hrs. of day
"suddenly i'm atop my cage stretching my wings my physical body
is no longer the center of my attention.", i heard her speak
i live in paradise, my soul alive
with singing