Sum One

The tree there - it’s not me

And, I am not me nor the tree

 

The names are different

Yet, being different is a name just the same

 

If the other is not you nor me

Then there is no other

 

It must be that it is all one

Where love nets a sum

Of one

A Malady with Affection

A Malady with  Affection

 

 

 

A tiredness comes over me

that is beyond sleep

 

an exhaustion that draws up

from marrow hollows

 

emanating along the long bones

settling in for a siege

at each connecting joint

 

suckling at the last remnants

of strength  and power

that once ruled every waking moment

 

leaving behind its poison; its debris

as it consumes the soft tissues

 

that will then eventually destroy

its host and vessel...

 

then and only then will the conquest

become a pyrrhic victory

 

because with the complete annihilation

that takes everything

 

then there is nothing left but death’s

redemption.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

6. Nowhere Man - Going No Where

"Oye simpatico – eres un impastor?"

 

 

Am I an impostor?

 

I may be a fool; I may deceive;

 

And I may pretend...

 

I am nowhere man –

I have no history;

I leave no future

I am here – for only this very moment

 

Is the scarf around my neck really - a noose

Is that necktie you wear a rope;

is that the leash that lets you out - loose

 

Are these capes that we wear around

meant to cover and surround

the corpse that shall remain

once life pours out onto ours graves

with the loving epitaphs written in vain

 

When do the little lies beguile

so that the big truths do not slay

the while -

or betray the genuine fray

 

Why do we learn to deceive –

so to receive

so to take, so to win, so to believe

 

Why must we interweave

cloths so that our nakedness

does not need the darkness

to keep hidden our immodesty

 

Do you really care – about the dishonesty?

 

 So who are we...

are we contrary -

are we expeditionary –

are we the wild cherry of temptation

or are we a carefully refined imitation

 

Do not ask me:

 “What the fuck does it mean?”

look around man – don’t you know?

 

 

 

5. Nowhere Man - Going No Where

In this place most things are eventually a waste

to be discarded as too old;

or too used;

or too many flaws...

 

Yes indeed, feast your eyes upon the carcass 

the imperfections are an acquired taste

 

 

 Where am I going - friend?

I have already been there  - and nowhere is where it ends

 

I came in here looking for the alone that I must be

running from a loneliness that pursues me

 

I sit here with widowed ideas

and orphaned words

milling about like starving geese; flocks

feasting upon the wasted corn fields; seeking absolution – not survival

 

waiting the season’s call to mock

changes that haunt after me until dawn’s arrival

 

you should know friend - I am perfectly contented to wait here

while all destruction over takes our fear.

 

 

 

 

 

4. Nowhere Man - Going No Where

At this point, I am here for the moment –

sitting just out of range

swirling thoughts round and round

along with these three melting ice cubes


there is nothing left to arrange

except for the matter of the closing sound

  

 While pondering the lies in a half empty booze bottle –

the harridan in red across the way sits and stares

and the bastard next to her needs a good throttle

 

I wonder just who the hell really ever cares...

3. Nowhere Man - Going No Where

So am I lost?

only in the strictest of sense

if one lives in the past or future tense

 

when a little boy became lost from sight,

a scared man would hide from the darkness

 

waiting for the dawn to bring back the light

so that he could run and run and run -

across the desert of the stillness

 

chasing after all the ghosts and the voices

that now bring us together here

where I see the same fear

sitting alone in harrow - upon the barstool chairs

turning over the empty shot glasses  –  don’t get near!

Oh my, how the night freaks love to compare!

2. Nowhere Man - Going No Where

"Oye joven - eres perdido"

Am I lost?  – only in a sense of doubt

and only, when my screams

are silenced and their directing echoes

evanesce like vapor streams

then is when I wander about

being lost in my thoughts

in a redoubt where shouts

echo along the hollow ways  ...

   

you see friend - I was a young man in stray

I knew everything and understood not a single damn thing

 

living out of control - all of it was in disarrange

while the unfamiliar faces in the mirror were just too strange

 

I was a nowhere man-

Going – nowhere...

 

 

 

 

 

Nowhere Man - Going No Where

Oye hombre - donde va?

 

You speaking to me friend...

where am I going ?

 

I am nowhere man,

going - no where ...

 

just looking for a way past the blank stare –

beyond the places that covetous eyes dare...

 

standing alone without a name

like an assassin taking aim

and sighting nothing but a lost cause;

 

matters not -   he is too blind to see any possible pause

 his very existence requires an abject cast 

so that the future can consume the past

 

I am nowhere man,

going - no where ...

For An April Prayer Song

 

 

 

 

 

For An April Prayer Song

 

 

The cold of the ground

Emanates away - as winter’s sense

Retreats...  taking her fleece gown;

 

Leaving behind a naked past tense

Of decaying carcasses; fallen wood

 

For life reclaims the surrenders that death took

And, eventually everything will change;  it is understood –

 

The cook with the crook looks for the rooks

Crowing -  to awaken the silent giant’s riant

 

And the gray pallor across his traced face

Warms; the miracle heat transforming an arthritic pose - pliant

And, the greening snake sheds her mint colors full of grace.