Sunday, May 23, 2010

Jamie and The Dragon

Jamie got the dragon
From a guy just down our street
A desperate man
With tatooed hands
And bandaged blackend feet

When everyone was sleeping
She'd get out of bed and lock
The bedroom door
And on the floor
She and the dragon would talk

The dragon had a way with words
And he could make you feel
Like all your dirt
And the people you've hurt
Were really no big deal

The dragon never tired
But Jamie's eyes grew weak
He'd not understand
And flatly demand
That she not fall asleep

So her eyes kept getting redder
As Jamie grew weak and thin
Night whispered
Evil vespers
And called her back to him

When we see Jamie anymore
She smiles and tries to leave
We make-believe
That we don't see
Her bandaged blackened feet

For my friend who is struggling with a drug addiction

Tuesday, May 11, 2010


Let us remember:
The brave souls that died that September day
The resolve and the self-sacrifice of a handful of men
Who risked their lives
And gave their lives
For a way of life,
For an ideal.
Armed with nothing
But knives
And planes

Let us remember:
Their murderous bravery.
and that innocent blood
So often is spilled in the
Desecrated name of--

"One of courage, with audacity, will die. One of courage, but gentle, spares death. From these two kinds of courage arise harm and benefit."
~Tao Te Ching


Saturday, May 8, 2010

An Event


I saw a man.

He was doing something
But I can't recall what it was.

His face is gone from my memory
A nameless shape with black hair.
And maybe a moustache?

He is swimming somewhere
In my brain's vast ocean
Where it keeps all things