The Person Who Might Go Somewhere

  1. That day when my father saw me levitate, he was furious. 
  2. He said: “Sir, how is this?” 
  3. And I said, “Sir, I do not know, I do not know, I do not know.”
  4. I looked in those eyes glaring up at me in shame and sheer terror.
  5. “I have seen this before!” he cried. 
  6. My mother. My mother the levitator. What a beautiful life… 
  7. I looked for the words to comfort him, some words he might understand.
  8. I spoke my mother’s name. 
  9. My father shook.
  10. She was a women of thirty-three when she floated up.
  11. We watched her change from local beauty to strange, small shape to speck of cloud. 
  12. The entire family was surprised. 
  13. I mean, she was only thirty-three. 
  14. I remember her dark hair blowing in the cold, blue sky.
  15. My father trembled. I rose higher still.
  16. She had skin like chrysanthemum petals.
  17. My father screamed, “There’s nothing to breathe where you’re headed!”
  18. She wore a forest-green dress with white bandages all over it.
  19. I didn’t care much about the lack of oxygen. 
  20. There was some euphoria there instead.
The Person Who Might Go Somewhere

Game Over, Man. Game Over.

I was standing
on a sidewalk
with my friend.

Five aliens
towered above us.
The skies portended
inclement weather.

I asked one alien,
hairless and grey,
if it was indeed an alien
or a government hoax.

It looked at me and said,
“Yes, I am an alien.”
I looked at the alien next to it, and asked,
“For real?”
It said, “You distrust our words
because of our appearance,”
and started laughing.

Alien laughter
sounds like broken glass
and two kittens
in a garbage disposal.

I smiled
and asked
if we could play a game.
It smiled back
and replied
that it was already playing a game.

I took this to heart.

A hush fell over the sidewalk.
To exit the awkward silence,
I walked to a nearby parking lot.
Only dark clouds followed me.

There I waited
for the rain to fall.

Game Over, Man. Game Over.

Under a Magic Sky

I'm running to the edge of the world.
Me and the flat-earthers.

We’re wandering through hazy, summertime showers.
We’re looking for conspirator’s gold at the end of the rainbow.

I need a magic sky.
Me and the flat-earthers.

I need a firmament of painted glass and persecution.
I need a magic sky where I can really see the light.

We are waiting for you at the edge of the world.
Me and the flat-earthers.

We are waiting for your breaking point.
You’ll just have to trust us.

It’ll happen to you.
And then you’ll learn the meaning of goodbye.
Under a Magic Sky

Apparent Magnitude

The night you finally left

The stars blinked off and on

Then all the windows closed at once 

 In our house upon the hill

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Now, when I think 

I hear you knocking

I know it’s just the heat

of my blue blood pounding pounding

pounding in my head

.*.. *** …* . ……. *.** *** ..*

Now, when I think

I feel you here it scares me

And the stars, 

They’re back to haunt me

Vicious light I can’t escape

I see them when I close my eyes

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And the windows

God, the windows

The windows won’t betray me

They won’t open

They won’t budge

They won’t let any fresh air in

But the light, oh the starlight

The light they cannot hide

Apparent Magnitude

In all disorder, a secret order

  • All my life I’ve dreamed of this
  • All my life I’ve dreamed of this
  • I’m a tree
  • I’m a river
  • I’m a mountain
  • I’m a cloud
  • I’ve been lying here too long
  • I should grow up, someday
  • I should get to growing up
  • Now the same old world
  • Comes down from the stars
  • Ants shuffle up and down a tree
  • People scramble to get the ants off the tree
  • People cry in the shade
  • Ants in their eyes
  • Everybody feeling sadder
  • Longer this goes on
  • I’m a river coming alive
  • I’m a mountain thinking
  • I’m a mountain, I’m a river
  • I’m a mountain, I’m a cloud
  • I’m a twisted river rolling through a bare, black sky
  • Rolling through a bare, black sky
In all disorder, a secret order

Something Happened In Between


I’ll walk a thousand miles,
even if I’ll never reach your door.
I’ll walk a thousand miles
‘Cause what else are miles for?

((((((((((((((((((((

I know you know
it's wrong to laugh
at the secrets that I keep.
But it’s our way of dirty talking
when we make love
on hallowed grounds.

I never lied
because I never spoke.
Life for us was made
of sanguine, silent truth.

You remember my friend,
the tax-dodger's son?
He'll never have a wife
that he can call his own.
He talks too much;
sleeps with one eye open;
uses all the hot water.

))))))))))))))))))))

Honey, if I had the dimes
you’d get a dime-in ring.
And if I was a country boy
girl, how you’d hear me sing…
Something Happened In Between

Some Terrestrial Paradise

Who’s my soul mate?

I’m my soul mate.

You’re my soul mate.

I love it all.

Don’t you love it all?

Let me be the one who knows you best.

Let’s spread our faces all over the world.

Let’s stay up as long as we can

this, our last, cold night in Eden.

Let’s savor the tastes of love…

Lover, don’t leave me wanting that thing;

that thing I’d never had before.

Lover, don’t leave me on my own

like a sunset without a rising moon,

like eyes without a face to see.

Some Terrestrial Paradise

Of Course

There’s more to this
than what our fickle free will
would have us believe.

Do we beat our own hearts?
Can we not hear the thunder outside?

You do
what you want
to see me do.

And if your mind sometimes
gets wrapped around it all,

Well…the birds fly.
The ocean waves.
The wind blows.
The mind minds.

Find people
who want for company,
not conspiracy.

In a reality
that is an unfolding
of course you’re gonna
change your mind.

You’re gonna change
your goddang everything!

Just look at someone
and it changes everything.

A sharp inhale
SHhhhhhhhhhuuup!
It’s all changed.
Better/Worse?
Of course.

The birds fly.
Fear.
The ocean waves
Elation.
The wind blows.
We are that WE ARE.

This life is filled
with love and indifference.
Of course,
of matter of course it is.

I want your company
so here,
this is my heart:
I put it in your hands
for safekeeping.
I trust you.

Of Course

Empty Cups

This is
not a
poem
about
how to
accept
yourself 

because
that is
imposs-
ible.

For whom
is there
to do
the ac-
cepting
and what
is ac-
cepted?

Who is
the one?
Show me.
What is
the one?
Show me.
Show me.
Show me.

This is
not a
poem
about 
the tale

of you
saying
yes to
the tale
of you.

Who
accepts?

Have you
heard that
you can
not pull
yourself
up by
your own
bootstraps?

Visu-
alize-
this act
and ask:

What 
is you?

Who 
is you?

This is
not a
poem.

This is
a gun
pointed
at you.

Don’t be
afraid.

Be free.

Bite the
bullet.


Empty Cups

Perfection In A Perfect Land

You won’t see the tears 
falling from my eyes
because you’re always looking
in the wrong place.

When you're not feeling whole, missing some piece,
that’s how you know
it’s time to take time and wait.

For the love of heaven.
For the love of heaven.
For the ever-loving
love of heaven.

I was a bad boy
from right to left.
I was a maniac
to attack the pearly gates.

And I got plenty of green
to do it all.
To do everything I did.
To take everything I saw.

To put everything in a box
behind the bassinet
in the musty attic.

For the love of heaven,
we met down in the canyon.
Two holy hearts
twice-betrayed,
parched for love;
love and ice water.

This life for love and ice water.
Ice water in my blood.
Ever-loving love of heaven.
Perfection In A Perfect Land