Finally Rain!

My only friend...the rain!

Back To The Spaceship

Your spaceship came
to pick you up
went back to the stars
to stir them all up
back to the stars
back to the spaceship
back to the galaxies and nebula that birthed the ages

too short to see it

too long to watch it happen

every dot aligns in the place it should be
everything is a conflagration to gasses
unleashed to run the gambit before ash and ashes
reveal the moonlight
on the dark side of the none-too-soon.
we're here
then we're not.
people die waiting on the phone
or during card games
holding hard on to secrets
running rum through old dreams
to keep it
intact
in fact
its nothing but truth eventually
old memories
eventually extinguish relvance in 100 years
we are old chords
sheet music from another age
"Look your Darling Girl!" in waltz time
with a hint of spilled soda water, silver polish; oysters
where old people sing and talk of their throat
imbeciles rail against guns and wheat
can you see what its done to me
to look back into through clocks into
those eyes for which in time there is no explanation?

(right here there is a burst of stars and nothingness)

standing on the rim of the sea
I never know how well I know the seam of the sky
there is no floating cabinet of shadows replicating
no rudderless complication
we're off on a dream
an occasional nightmare seam
a tangent, its plangent scattering evident
and everygreen
ever seen
like bugs on a glass  / autumn window in new york
polished with ash (the graves in chorus)
public and rubric
and stooped
in the valley
of explanation.

Photographing Oranges In The Sun

go out now

and see the sun

and see the clouds

that played before this tune

100 days we walked around the world

a honking horn

a carpark 

and the boy you decided to be

a thousand memories

a millions songs

will they vanish

when I'm not me?

will the tape erase

my face and the songs that I sing

will there be anything

left that's good

when I am

nothing?

is that something?

more than anything

more than all the clouds in my heart

untapped ideas oranges unreeled

birds will run fallow

in their fathoms 

in the sky

witnessing eclipses

whales spray indicates time

where dreams run parallel

to flames that die down

like all things

its a replay

its a small thought

that means everything

but its something at least

today.

???/!!!/I Can See My House From Here/Rat Race

new streams
seem
unfamiliar
dream hidden
in rye
cut down
like
old
beauty
queens
pageantry
dried
like a a potato ring
in some nameless
field
a place to C#
all my own
golden notes
for a lost boy
and his golden throne
some place that will not ask
questions that will not
for another day
for the right name
to replace
space ship in the
trismeric flow
what else is played
against the rhythmic
hics and coughs
that never stop
that language never tops
did you get it in the last bit?
do the stars shine like diamonds
when you look away?
do the lines in the face of
mars ever make
you wonder?
wander into space
inside?
its a plutonian race
you're rats to ponder
best to move
on
gander
question
in the ether...