Thursday, December 31, 2009

The Ants have thoughts too

Happy NEW YEAR!!!! You know where you go outside and listen to the fireworks and smell the night air and wonder how one arbitrary night becomes the source of a planetary event and the entire world is bound to that fact and you just go hmmmm , is that an ant on the sidewalk, what is he doing out this late at night, I though only worms come out at night??? Maybe there's a whole world out there I know absolutely nothing about, maybe there's a whole universe, all subterranean like and they have ant thoughts that sound really high pitched and you can make a little ant communicator out of some tinfoil and a turkey bone that you hold to the base of your jawbone and if you hum your thoughts they will understand...they will always understand...

Sunday, December 20, 2009

The Mirror behind your head

She wears glasses so she can see her dreams better.
She’s talking to you  and You think she’s talking to you
You think she’s talking to you but she’s really talking to the mirror behind your head
She tries to tell you her dreams but she thinks she’s you
And she tells you are her and she’s you talking to the other people in the dream

So you begin to wonder if you really are necessary anymore
All you think about is how the plumber struggles to tell
You that she should stop flushing the Va J J wipes down the toilet

She goes down the stairs to talk to Ray the Plumber who’s mopping up the water from the drain that’s stopped he rips open his shirt to show you his open heart surgery scars.
She shows you the cuts she uses to tell her she
Feels herself

They walk apart he from the room sees her across the swollen river
Walking with her son’s hat in her hand
Their eyes meet, they’re not locked as they always been connected
He knows now he must come back
He couldn’t see it all he saw
Was her membership in the sexual disease association

He turns up the music so he can write
It’s the only way he can hear his words and see his thoughts
On the paper or the screen ---no one uses paper any more they use electrons
Electrons gone in an instant to go on a spin in someone else’s mind

That why they call it spin, it spins and it’s gone
Gone for a spin in someone else’s mind and on and on and on

Monday, December 7, 2009

Our Purpose - Youth for Human Rights International

If you know you rights, you will expect them and know when someone tries to take them away or lessen them...

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Adjust to it...

Adjust to it...

When your mind starts to go 
I’m taking you to Africa and setting you outside my mud house
On a reed mat in the dirt and let people play invisible mind ping pong with you all day
 You listen to the water drops in the sink in a town with no potable water
And drink heat treated milk with dry biscuits

Having Zwieback dreams of your childhood 
Sitting nest to the the melamine yellow table with black geometric dot patters
Feeling the holes in the vinyl of your chair on the backs of your naked legs
 Watching Pete the Parakeet pulling strands out of your mothers hair to make a nest for his mate that he never finds

In your minds basement level small grey spiders by the windows waiting for you to feed her flies
And watch the web dance and tingle her to life

Thru the windows in the basement The Masai men hop and leave deep guttural notes as their beads bounce 
Off their dark glistening chests and the honey and red earth part as rivulets of sweat
Run down their bodies and leave long dark lines in the ashes to drip on the gourd
Like the drops in the sink that you never hear but are always there dropping
 Waiting listening for you to answer them back

The smell of bat urine descends from the nets above your head and my nose lays next to your ear smelling the damp wax and bat scent from the nights before

You lay spent beneath the scent cold beneath the damp morning sheets as
 The baboon stares hole at the sides of your head looking for the microwave beams that the government has been sending

To tell you of the red spitting cobra that fans its hood waiting at your office door 
The servants run and shriek looking for a way to make it go.

Adjust to it…..