Androgenous

now that i am vulnerable to you
be to me as you would your father to be to your mother
or would a man to be to your reighteous sister-
so strong and quiet with breath that laughs from the peace of the earth,
fearless with life from the joyous water.

be to me not as you would to an extension of yourself
for i know the way you hurt yourself
and i could not bear the pain of being part of you.

The city in which I live but don't call home

i open up my i's and i'm on the sidewalk
humble peasant of the concrete.
never seen the sun or the trees but i can feel them.
never heard the dewdrops evaporating in the early morning sun
but i can feel them,
and a word appears in my ear that the theatre's been shut down-
no monday movies or evening shows or other excuses to wear the nice fedora that hangs too often on the hatrack.

i open my mouth. do i have a voice?
it falls into the snow-filled valleys on the side of the street-
places-
trenches, wars, i fought alligators,
now the monster sleeps, under snowhills
that the plow makes steep
and the theatre is shut down,
snow covers the ground.

there were angels here once. with honey in their tongues
to make love with their fingers to the canvas of the air
painting colors into dreams and patterns into seams
with tiny feet they scurried away fast as they could
when the going got good.

this city got so big we can't fit our arms around it.
maybe if all five-hundred thousand of us joined hands we could do it,
but one's got the fever and one's got no money
and most of them wouldn't get around to it.

i re-close my eyes and see exactly what i saw when they were open -
reflections of light, and memories of mine.



i can navigate these streets with closed eyes using memories of mine,
but one day memories won't be enough.

the pictures will fade and the landscape will change
and be reframed-
and then who will lead? man or machine?
walk with me, for i am blind.

one day you too may close your eyes
and walk on memories.

soon equalities will equalize and
all the hatreds will subside and
our fires will be drenched in ice
faces frozen in positions last. flowers from the hearts are passed,
through snakes in tunnels/mouth to ear
sometimes too loud to hear.

and how will we face the things to come?
back to back will we link arms?
be my cane, i'll be your mountain
and we'll find the summer at the summit,
somewhat.

Whisper-shouting

The city is making me quiet.
I have to pinch myself to make sure I'm not a dream.

I'll miss you

It's tough to pitch a tent in the wintertime

the snow is cold and I don't feel like dying.

The tree said it's not my time to go

its roots felt something underneath the snow.

If hotels were cheaper I would hop on a bus

or a train and just leave for three or four days

to give myself some time to chew on this

but grinding my teeth will make me toothless

And somewhere in my walking I had misstepped

Is it wrong to think that nothing is important?

When confidence makes stout my body

Puffed out chest and long shirtsleeves

I give my words permission to leave

From the branches of my tongue they're leaves

Puffed up woman and puffed up man

Concrete pushing further from the land

throwing salt to try and melt the snow

pincushion puffed-up human has to go

And somewhere in the talking I was misread.

Is it wrong to think that nothing is important?

To be alone with you

So it's post-showtime and that's just what it is. It's over, good night.

Sweaty dancing dancy kids moving their feet cause we were in time cause that's just what it is. Pretty sweet I admit, and I was just as sweaty.

I guess a man with a beard did sweep me off my feet and I can't complain. But men with beards are dreadfully unpredictable so I tooke it with a grain of salt.

It's like you can't even know for sure who your friends are, cause one minute you're calling and crying and laughing and kissing and playing and singing, and then the next, you don't even know where they live. I do now, but all I ask for is a little consistency, you know? And a little faith in me that I can deal with the truth better than nothing.

Yeah 18 looks better in writing. To all the stripclub owners. But what it does mean is that I got some time. Where should I go? Any ideas, just let me know. I got hundreds of years to do anything I want.

Despite my rants I can't complain. A wholesome dinner of K-D and a Vodka-Cran suits me fine. Might get my feet moving like those American Sweethearts of the 40s. Remember those sweethearts?

Does anybody read this?

Ontari-ari-ario

These towns are all the same,

Same ground with different names.

Why do I bus and train

Over and over to the same place?

We think we're bigger than we are

Under the sky so large.

I have to admit,

This isn't the place for me

I'd rather be planting trees

with a forestry degree,

But I didn't take biology,

So I'll have to do it novice-ly.

The sky so large,

We think we're bigger than we are.

The sky so large,

We hold it up with our tiny arms-

Our tiny arms, Atlas strong

won't hold it up for very long.

The breeze, my breath,

ties closer than life to death,

My body on the ground-

Closer than ever to where it was found.

Under the sky so large,

we think we're bigger than we are.

Our beauty, Aphrodite strong,

will carry on in our songs.

Like Fireworks

like fireworks from an airplane you looked down on me and watched me sing. and wondered how to make me love you more than i love the sky. you wonder how to make me love you more than i love the sky. but the sky delivers rain. you want to know how to be the sky? speak to me like sunflowers and snowshoes and freezing nights. speak to me like you give life to everyone who dares to breathe. surround me and i'll surround you and encompass you and inherit you. i'll make you believe that youare alive you are not invisible sky. you are not the moon but you house it like the sky so i can love you. you show me -

i show you i show you i can show you exploding stars.