weber

a unit of magnetic flux equal to 100,000,000 maxwells

imagine that...
I'm magnetic

flowery

Write. Write. Write. Yeah.......right.

I hate to write.

No. That's not right.

I hate to be criticized.

I spent four years (and a lot of money) at a private college learning how to write. Paper after paper after paper. Somehow...I knew I would never be the next modern american lit phenom. Too "dry" my professors would tell me. You're not writing a research paper. Not very verbose...are you? Filler. Can you expand on this? I'm sorry...I don't do fluff, floral or fauna. I might do Frank...but you'd have to ask him first. oohh.....the silent banter that often fills my head...

My preference has always been in the reading. It still is. Words....fascinate me. A sentence can swoop me up and transport me to other worlds. Hush me with silent joy. Envelope me in emotions. And... drown me with tears that run at the drop of a single word.

I read Bukowski....and hear his voice. Just the right emphasis. Perfect delivery. Seems fitting...it is his writing.

I read Shakespeare...and find myself staring face to face with Lear. Hating Goneril and Ragen. A silent pawn, watching from the wings.

Every word...speaks volumes. Every word...opens a door. Every word...

Write. Write. Write.

Yeah......right.

bird

once again
I sit here
contemplating
the couch

...if I were to run a bath
would you be there?

chivalry

"you've got diamonds for eyes
it's time for you to rise
and evaporate
in the sun"

...I was wrong

in the offering
of words

they
do
exist

dinner

"...you have my germs! You have my germs!"

You know what, buddy?
I gave birth to you
I gave you...your germs.

"Really? GROSS...!"

davenport

It's 32 degrees now.....may have topped out today at a whopping 35.....and will surely drop below 30 over night. Snow. Ice. Daily surf reports that leave much to be desired. Riding the memories of phenomenal summer surf......helps. 

detente

damn, red

observant...

world

I think...

knights in shining armour
no longer exist

over time they forget
and
simply fade away

hands

not the artist's
the ones
I studied
memorized
for close to 20 years

I would watch as
he threw pots
and wish
he'd handle me
with
the same force
the same care
the same attention
to detail

his
are different
I marvel at them

deja vu

...was I smiling?

tuck-point

one
by
one

the bricks
get reset

mute

bite
your tongue
hold
your words

remain silent

storm

saw you
in my dream
last night...

the rain
chased
it all
away

right

"I'm deeply twisted and there are things wrong with me."

twisting
deeply
left
right
down
you
go

hills & valleys
no wrongs

torn

doorknobs
locks
chains
tripping along
slamming down
without a sound
crying out
for more

miracle

imagine that...
a conversation
that didn't involve
arguing
yelling
or me
telling you
to
fuck off

raw

a careful
balance

he grabs me
by the neck
and
throws me
over

blind

"...I was just...
I was...just
sittin' here
thinkin'..."

rome

lazy
rainy
sunday

fog

grey
sheets
envelope
me

ditched

"...I'm tired of mom...can I stay at your place tonight?"

thanks buddy...

bite

gently
sink
my teeth
in

etta

you always manage
to find your way
back in

"...when you wake
in the mornin'
and you wonder..."

loose

"Does the tooth fairy have wings?"

Yes, all fairies have wings.

"Does it wear glasses?"

I don't know. Probably. I would think
she would need glasses to see all those
tiny teeth.

crow

saw one
on my way home
today
made me think of
carlos

I need
to pull him out
and
give him
another read

you can't penetrate my special shield. yeah......right. 

simple

for best
results
unwrap
slowly

my best

...I am not ruining you. 

threats

fuck you

self-sufficient

fuck chivalry

elusive

seering
crystals
slowly
creeping
in

trade

red's always
reminding me
of shit

she got the man manual
I got the neuroticexerciseeatingdisorder manual

she gets men
I get to be a size 2

language

it
can't
all
be
foreign

tango

carefully
chosen

subtle
sexy

steps

hello

asswipe

I'm not
required
to give you a
rundown
of my daily
goings on

flowers

every so often.....I get flowers 

whew...

still a 2

20 years

we have...

smiled
laughed
talked
skinny dippped
played
puked
whispered
cried
shouted
listened
loved
flirted
hugged
walked
run
trudged on

and you're still
4 days older

pink

my favorite color.... (photo courtesy of the dugalman)

smooth

"...alignment of
stars & scotch..."

keep it simple
beers & baseball

save the scotch
for the good ol'
southern boys

fired

apparently
my scissor skills
aren't
up to snuff

sly

subtle
steps
you
take

obtuse

difficult to comprehend
not clear or precise
in thought
or expression

maybe
I'm just
dull

words

elusive
yet
always
speaking directly
to the
intended

lego boy

...he's amusing me by stringing the guys by the neck and hoisting them up. Group photo.... 

kisses

lady
you make me
want you
I better let
Red
know
she has
competition

mac

I have
two bottles
of
The MacTarnahan
15 year
single malt scotch
sitting in my cupboard
hand delivered by
mac himself
often
I find myself
standing and staring
cupboard open

tempted

spinning

The Anthology

hormones

yeah yeah yeah
back on the
ugly H word

7 weeks
of
desert
today
the dam
broke

wrecked

one
long
day
of
losing
it

not

...feeling
radiant
today...