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Underscores and Underlines

Getting way out of here
What's to fear
Shards of truth coming out of your ear
These things are like thoughts
Words are for naught
At least for the next year
Sipping last past
Makes great for the cast
But all you ever find is an eyelash in your beer
Glue is not needed for things not seated
Come fun rain or shine cant be beated
Whats truth for the lie
Underscores and underlines
What you've paid for in dimes
Comes out in the end
As Free
As Breath
As Bread
As Fortune
As Dirt
As Air
As Time
As Face
As Fine [.]

Here and Away

I've gone away
To where the music is the dust
that rides upon the wind
And if the sun shines you're happy
If it's shadows then you're sad
It's the only way it is
And it's all we've ever had
(Here in this place)

He's gone away
To the corners of his mind
A perfect emptiness inside
And they say what's yours is mine
So we don't need no warning signs
Here in this place

I've gone away
To where nothing matters most
Except counting the fence posts
Along the roads that take us home
We could take a little time
It's seek and you shall find
Here in this place

got burn

got burn
fun round
got spurn
gut wound
list worst
un down
this hurts
not now
what next
burst foul
bits text
brunt jowl
dis joint
numb limb
once out
is in again

Night Sand

A night at the beach. A beer and some wine. Some pups and toys. Waves with swimming. Conversation and sitting. Light smoking darkness away from traffic. Sunset on the sky, clouds and birds pull a dog’s eye. Boot scoot and boogie. Slippery rocks, stumble out. Monkey mouth hound bites softly when unexpected. New Jersey stories sound true to the movies. Surfer Guy grabs glasses to make us all elegant, but almost loses the bottle below the wet shelf. A night easy comes without plans when wet shorts end up hung on the stairs.

building

silver solvent reads like text you wrote.
i like your shoes and your matching coat.
great believers of this burning goat.
ain't it enough to make you

SHOUT!

Turnswitch

It's like someone kicked the bucket
That leads to every stream
And the bucket was full of poison
And now we've seen enough to see

It's like nobody was looking
Like we set reverse alarms
If no one gives a damn
Then it can't do any harm

Numb entries and numb exits
Give way to absent life
If there's a chance that you can get it
Then why not even try

fold neatly

hows a man supposed to get around
with a yellow can keeping him down
and a melon sized wrist
where his hand meets his fist
always swinging and bringing him a round

girls cant fix
the good lords tricks
and a dog cant walk you round town

this is said all but true
posted via web from me to you
great words can never make do
some less
more best
love more
least move
legs file
pegs groove
more cheese
gone less
work smile
fold neatly
beach i'll
fill completely
does this a while
score one to beat me.

Tripping the Ride Fantastic

Blue Ridge Parkway by 10 am
Southbound breezy sunshine grin
The ride gets up and stays halfway high
Plans form loose to hold am I
Sounds like a ride to remember
From fender to fender
Great graceful glider
An old hello
And a whole lot more
From Roanoke to Winterville
Nothing still is nothing more
Heels feel wheels
Tripping the right fantastic
Stick shift fist
Radio bliss
All this
...unmissed

Who's Phoo Ling Hoo?

Like a mailman on the run,
Like a typesetter having fun,
Like a needle on a headstone,
Like a man and a wishbone.

Things are fine, even when they're not.

Yesterday

His life was but a prayer
With a humble amen
placed at the end
The final word finally heard
Like a rock
that spoke for itself
Kindness has a strength
that never (ever) hurts
Tears of joy will wash
up on these shores again
Tomorrow

Hank

I'M HANK by Hank

I listen to Bearhawk when I'm de-shanking live pork.
I listen to Bearhawk when I'm turning veal in the backhouse.
I listen to Bearhawk when I'm working the cowhammer.
I listen to it all the time.

In The Pocket

Word has it
Right where it needs it
Got it
Good
Go get Religion
Now
God is in your spine

a way for a while

Right to the ways and the rules of the world
Put on some Hitchcock and slip past the guards
Muscles are tense from everything
You hope for a wind strong enough
Captain Fantasy battles Mr. Know it All
A moment when your words meet your life
The burritos wont be half as good but that's just too bad
Run away with your bad self
A mountain holds you dear
Bring your guitar so you could at least join a cover band
Wont be half as good but that's just too bad
More cowbell and hope for hand claps in time
Don't forget to write down what you think
It doesn't have to rhyme

poking holes

a breath of fresh air comes into my lungs
and i am thinking again
all sorts of ideas on the tip of my tongue
just say when
waiting for time to make up it's mind
i am already then
like ducks in a truck speeding on by
or a tree with wings in the sky
like poking holes in the night with a stick
the stars fill the sky pretty quick
and with three girls so cute
and my new year's suit
i can get home with a wink and a kiss and a smirk
and write silly little poems like this at work

christmas witches

some crunchy toes by the fire
some sleepy nose running
beer in hand, deer in sight
glossy bossy eyes smile
a murder of crows
a box full of bows
christ must have felt this
give the gift of giving the gift of giving
sump pump my love heart hole
and run the pipeline to your face
so i can see you twinkle and wink
hello from up high
in altitude and spirits and times
grumpy lumpy no more next door
christmas witches and lore