not sure how many words

strip miner
got laid off
and woke where the dogs
piss
crabapples
and the hosekink
keeps the impatiens
praying
for
a bag of
rain.

tractor man
farmers tan
fingers
and gold

oil changed
like lite guage silvers and
deisel
plumes
aint
sure to deliver-

come friday
envelopes
townrides
touching
you
like a
jet engine
wheels up
watching
what you look like
camelias that
rustle
in the wind
left
by the bus.

Eucalyptus and Kettle Drums
Marble fields in the hills with a view,
Dodge Dart up on blocks
Tinker boys in mismatched socks.

Its a beige
With a push button
Tranny,

Just left of the E brake
Down by the highbeam
Is that a duck or a crow?
The boy is fine with
He dont know.

The whole crew is hot-
Rooster weathervanes
Sweat on the roof ridge
Just waiting to go home and
Stir the middle pot.

Chainsaws and giving rides
Valium goin around the yard
Man, you best not drive pard-


Tomorrow will be hotter
And twice as hard.

Louise and Bobby listened
to swordfish trombones
marvelous bongo driven
sparks of marimba
methaphors for boxcar
neighborhoods and tickets
out of town. Pathos dropped
slow but pure enough
to drink. She clipped his nails,
kissed his knees, threw rain
out the window, wrapped him
in honey and tenorness.

Angeline said:

Louise and Bobby listened
to swordfish trombones
marvelous bongo driven
sparks of marimba
methaphors for boxcar
neighborhoods and tickets
out of town. Pathos dropped
slow but pure enough
to drink. She clipped his nails,
kissed his knees, threw rain
out the window, wrapped him
in honey and tenorness.

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This must mean its Prez time.

Tenorly speaking.

Sweet vine always there to be found.

eagleyez said:

This must mean its Prez time.

Tenorly speaking.

Sweet vine always there to be found.

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lol.

i get next pick?

i pick prez

and you.

Angeline said:

lol.

i get next pick?

i pick prez

and you.

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Billie sways on that tonal talkbox

eagleyez said:

Billie sways on that tonal talkbox

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Talking of Billie - I just got my Madeleine Peyroux CDs. She's very very close to being ringer. I'm listening to careless love - it's uncanny.

Sedatives and microwaves
Saturdays and the other days
Pocketwatches and books of chords
Time passes slowly
Garage sales and all a bored.

Fast cars and rookie cops
Bowling balls and thrift sale shops
Leaping lizards its maryjane
Man, how she looks the same.
Time passes slowly
Cash me out of the waiting game.

Northwinds and Stand Up Bass
Bell peppers and cats that chase
Holy Mackeral its Kid Bolero
Descendant of a ghetto Pharoh
Time passes slowly
Its dinner time in Soho.

Manchester, Beruit and Leon, France
How the boys are ready to dance
Solo flights and two by two
All your life you've known what to do
Time passes slowly
Under skies of the deepest blue.

Its an old piano and a tinderbox
She walks the halls and stops the clocks
Air conditioned on the street today
Side by side along the riverway
Time passes slowly
From stem to stern as they say...

eagleyez said:

Sedatives and microwaves
Saturdays and the other days
Pocketwatches and books of chords
Time passes slowly
Garage sales and all a bored.

Fast cars and rookie cops
Bowling balls and thrift sale shops
Leaping lizards its maryjane
Man, how she looks the same.
Time passes slowly
Cash me out of the waiting game.

Northwinds and Stand Up Bass
Bell peppers and cats that chase
Holy Mackeral its Kid Bolero
Descendant of a ghetto Pharoh
Time passes slowly
Its dinner time in Soho.

Manchester, Beruit and Leon, France
How the boys are ready to dance
Solo flights and two by two
All your life you've known what to do
Time passes slowly
Under skies of the deepest blue.

Its an old piano and a tinderbox
She walks the halls and stops the clocks
Air conditioned on the street today
Side by side along the riverway
Time passes slowly
From stem to stern as they say...

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Muy bueno, hombre. Escriba la música.

Eleanora Day said:

Muy bueno, hombre. Escriba la música.

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Donde los Guitarros?

eagleyez said:

Donde los Guitarros?

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si.

(amo su música)

Eavesdropping on phrases
uttered not for me
a foreign language
in any tongue

but hers is not so soft.
Wrap the words in
bite-sized pieces for me
dipping twice,
tasting over and over
in lingering afterthought.

No clue, uniquely spiced
tongue turning morsels
dropping crumbs
when I try to speak.

Eleanora Day said:

si.

(amo su música)

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me amo su edificio.

if thats spanish

then I dont know.

eagleyez said:

me amo su edificio.

if thats spanish

then I dont know.

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message receiviod.

Zendom lives on parchment and thrives there,
Black cigarette and the rest.
She Demands that I bring fresh Basil and Mint from the garden.
You will enjoy the taste
She tells me.

Absence of Tension.
The game consumes-
I tread the garden dutifully,
Where the herbs are.

A slow ascending scale
Plays in both our hearts.
Sure to reach octaves that
Go beyond the range most commonly employed.

Not until Sundown
She says
And I bow and walk out.

The sun falls slowly
Into the wall of trees.
I watch it for a moment
Then retreat to stay busy.

eagleyez said:

Zendom lives on parchment and thrives there,
Black cigarette and the rest.
She Demands that I bring fresh Basil and Mint from the garden.
You will enjoy the taste
She tells me.

Absence of Tension.
The game consumes-
I tread the garden dutifully,
Where the herbs are.

A slow ascending scale
Plays in both our hearts.
Sure to reach octaves that
Go beyond the range most commonly employed.

Not until Sundown
She says
And I bow and walk out.

The sun falls slowly
Into the wall of trees.
I watch it for a moment
Then retreat to stay busy.

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Dicho bien mi esclavo querido.

chainsmoking
home made thunderheads
and five and dime
fogbanks tinged
in baby blue-

with blackeyed suzy's
picked wild beside the
next door, down from Queen Ann's lace-
gold on white may as well
be green on red.

the distraction is provided
free of charge
and the parchment is abundant
on Birch wood
in the strolling edge
of your jungle,
where the ice goes out last
and the talking night never ends.

eagleyez said:

chainsmoking
home made thunderheads
and five and dime
fogbanks tinged
in baby blue-

with blackeyed suzy's
picked wild beside the
next door, down from Queen Ann's lace-
gold on white may as well
be green on red.

the distraction is provided
free of charge
and the parchment is abundant
on Birch wood
in the strolling edge
of your jungle,
where the ice goes out last
and the talking night never ends.

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"and the talking night never ends"... wowie zowie!

*swoons

*swirls

*crumples

*lies on the floor w/ a "I just finished the best Dime Store Love Story" shit eating grin

*sigh


(smiles at my buddy!)

.

Nice to see you Boo, as always.

Your nick makes me think of
Graham cracker crust
Dusted with irridescent sugar
And cinnamon.

love song number one...

She dreams
And Daddy
tiptoes in
Omelette kitchens
her rain is jazz
bending webs
across red shingles
in the north of all norths
where rapid eye movement
closes the lid
with 4am showering
and the little one
monologues, head up
as shoes and machinery
turn on the subtle sun

She dreams and
its a long way down
to reach brushing arms
and ears pressed on bellies, heart syncopated as if tympanies
and scentless lips take a daylong taste to carry
out on industrial thruways
in the dumptruck dawn
as my traction carries overland wagons of futures past

grey rooftops
and 5am
coffee girls
at speed limits traveled
under all radar and
arching the hunch of ribs filled with oxygen
and the purposefuness of breathing.

I would tear up the tracks-
level mysterious mountains
and layer the sweetest music
where the conductor rousts
the switchman
in the almighty blanket of love's procession

downfilled and breast shaped on the earliest of days
and the occupation
carries all this, the entire world's more harmonic
volumes and the density of tones
in absolute devotion in tiny
brushfires of votive candles,
the gift of day once again
pulls the Lazurus miracle
as sure of love's engine as will the
begin that spins the clocks-

She dreams and wonders if the
kiss of daybreak
is some history
or my signature
stamped by coffee lips
tasting of joy.





in this grand impressionism
to walk when we meet at days end, spinning umbrellas
two by one
and stitched
with the golden thread
of some mighty strand-
She Dreams
in such beauty
as the door quietly clicks,
Sequestered in all her travel
with passion jewels and buttons of gold
wrapping me in her heart.

The day starts lucky.
Lucky is a poem, lucky
is your eyes the grace
of karma that paints
sparkle on the roadmap
of this day to awake
to belonging the knowledge
of two and one heart
is a given.

love song #2

descending scale
sundown's slow fade
melodies like myriad flowers and
siren voices from deep in the wood.

hit the harmony
and lure me,
beat the tin drum
and move my feet,
surprise me with your
mysterious jazz
slide my hand to the twelfth fret and
that chord that makes you quizical.

the child paintings and the child
wait in the bronze light of afternoon
the harmonic ring of 12 and 7 and 5-
until your sweet return
when the radiance is heard
dancing up the stairs
these wooden hips
will do till then,
curved like a map of the world.

love song #3

She bought a chaise lounge, yard sale to raise a few quid for valve covers,
Plaid, but only one weak spot.
3 bucks and crammed in the little car-
I was surprised
And stripped my clothes off
To shower off all the dust-
I stole glimpes of her in the westward window
Reading in the wood's shade
Hair falling and eyes concealed under jet black and silver stranded down mane.

When the sun topped the roof
She slept like a child.
Inside on our powderblue bed.

Hey wild man...good words up there.

I've come to the conclusion that for drywall work it's crucial not to underestimate the importance of being well hung.....the drywall, that is.

Sounds like the life's battle for happiness is going your way.

It's nice to hear in the midst of the political chaos that's our leadership. It looks like the lid is going to get blown off the kettle before long.

eagleyez said:

She bought a chaise lounge, yard sale to raise a few quid for valve covers,
Plaid, but only one weak spot.
3 bucks and crammed in the little car-
I was surprised
And stripped my clothes off
To shower off all the dust-
I stole glimpes of her in the westward window
Reading in the wood's shade
Hair falling and eyes concealed under jet black and silver stranded down mane.

When the sun topped the roof
She slept like a child.
Inside on our powderblue bed.

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I didn't know you were watching me read.

I watch you, too.
The way your eyes lift
to the sky and you tilt
your head to gage
the wind's direction.
At night I watch you
watch the stars and the shift
of moon through the dark
I've never known anyone
so present in his own space
and so humble in the vast
freedom of possibility