We dance our days around each other, you and I
and we dance together sometimes
and at times when we dance, I feel your eyes in me
I notice these times and continue as we were
Then sometimes at night we dance again
a differente dance
after a few drinks were back to where we are almost every time
a drink or two more and you'll forget what you told me
a drink or two after that youll forget how you held me close
to you for those steps
and ill arrest my inclination to remind you in the morning

Because you know.

But youre scared to dance how you want to in the daytime
as long as we hadnt gone for lunch that day
When we dance at night your free of fear
and so am i.
I let it remain this way, because,
for now,
there will always be the next night
dancing to our music
and ill let you tell me again
i know its selfish, but i enjoy this dance at present
if its all the same, id like to ask you over for a movie tonight
but i continue
dancing

I spit purple

To think you have to be more attractive to play the part
well not every bluebird is the same shade
I spit purple
sometimes red
what else should you expect from me
the castle walls crumble sometimes
to expose a keep unkempt
and now which road is it
is it that i cant decide or choose not to
every step is a new path
when the ocean recedes make names in the sand
bcause as the water washes what else but a new
blank slate
beginning takes place
i don't want that name to stay
i have too many ideas here
the page will always turn bcause I'm always here for it
as great stories have unfolded in pasts turned future to presents
i pave the way as the ultimate asphalt layer
the untruth told
the new story unfolded
the great eternity made present by some slight of hand
a magician is always right
don't let it fool you though
your always in the midst

Quite often lying awake dreams come to me
i dismiss those i sleep through

the great abyss will always challenge
with challenge comes discovery whether positive or negative
any growth is good growth or else it would b called decay
embrace this fruish
nurture all b/c few kno th truths that mask blind eyesores
and they cant even describe the pain in lettered words
always walk a road whose numbers have been weathered
time knows many things and understanding brings new light
light which may be overbearing
let it blind
for human eyesight is weakened by dependence
which has no place in the individual heart
greatness is more often than not discovered
rather than found
while luck stakes its claim
the work will show when led by stray horses
new footing is earned
speech comes form planets unknown
i hold dearer to memories I've never known
Bcause their truths speak more honestly
I cant tell you which highway runs faster though
bcause I've never chosen that path
if you wish to see the garden before you
then you cant take an aeroplane
don't hold it back
that one instant may mean more than you could ever know
and in that instant you could lose everything
you could have ever wanted to be
even a night w/ a lonely friend
could do more than all those classes or talks w/ experience
you think are real.

New Piano

He had it right that time
that once
"give up"
"It won't work out"
I shoulda listened up
'cuz
now I've got
all these damn lines
staring cross eyed at me
and I start trembling
I should
Keep my voice down
when barking at
unfamiliar faces

Well where have the
Roamers
Vagabonds I once knew
where have they gone?
I travel with only my
satchel
Slung 'cross my back
book in hand
chords in ears
I wasn't mean to
roam in hoards
I couldn't
get along
compromise was never my
forte'
neither was the six string
but still I play
even got an upright
gotta get moving
back on the road
staying still was never my
forte'

I Kill

Every once in a while
I Kill
a bug
a spider
a leaf
a dream

I don't want my karma to rise
too high
I'll reach complacency
I won't be miserable
I won't want to drink
to smoke
to get angry
to hate
to love
to write

Who ever enjoyed a blissful
song
or story?

The Old Man and the Sun

The old man stood there
one foot on the stoop
two fingers on a cigarette
one hand attempting to block the beating of the sun
"just turn around" I said
but he payed no mind
grumbled something
about young kids
his ignorance held him in
an
uncomfortable place
I've seen this before
far too many times
and I've seen it in
myself
and I've let myself sit
uncomfortable
far too long
for too ignorant reasons
that old man
too set in his ways to change
a simple rotation
too far stuck in the shitter
to
clean himself
off
and i stand over him
puking my guts out
trying to get this taste
out of my mouth
funny
it doesn't taste like
whiskey

Violence

This girl came around
She was too young and the violence started too soon,
too public
This girl came around
And she fell in love with me in one night
We caught a movie and she
caught my illness
She couldnt stand not to be in my arms after that
first night
So I didnt let her back in
This girl came around
And she told her friends
about this older guy she was seeing
And I let her own that
Because I owned that night
This girl came around
And she offered me everything
she had and I told her it wasnt enough
This girl came around
And she never looked at me again
Except when I let her see
That I caught her glance
This girl came around
And in three days I broke her
heart and mended it.

18 lines

A hundred pages of words or more and only half of them like me
The other half taunt me and tell me what I know
Each word you write is worse than the last they say
Fuck you
You dont own me
But they do

I can smoke so many cigarettes before the ideas appear in the clouds
Then I write them
Then they taunt me
Then I wave my hand
And they're gone
Like magic

I had to find a way to drink alcohol and coffee together
So I put them in the same cup
Every drink you drink makes you worse than the last
Fuck you
You dont own me
But they do

The Old Girls

The old girls still come
around
I cant make them go
And I cant keep them away
Like the one I never
wanted
she knows it
She likes it, being used only
when Im drunk enough not
to care
She calls on the days when
she thinks Ill be drinking
She calls at the time when
she thinks Ill be drunk
I always tell her to leave after
before she wants to
Because I don't like her
And another one who I used
to love
She comes by
She knows me well enough
She knows my intentions
Sometimes Ill catch her crying
a little
I tell her everytime to
shut up
because she knows what it is
She asks for it again
The old girls still come
around
I cant make them go
I cant keep them away
The new girls just dont hurt
enough.

Sails a same

Pessimism runs freely and dualities conform with me
separated ideas bereave my only handle
Once a sparrow now an eagle soars majestic
Truth in serum soaks my blood cold an warm the same
Hate inspired suppressed in same and never the two shall cross
tawdry thoughts engross in conversations never uttered
Caught in the storm a forming opinion never to see the light of days
Almost becoming yet never believing two entwined at dusk
Thoughts provoking words invoking and not once grown in fruition
Twice the crossed met and once the two let but not to remember that truly
Compass turned moist and north not found the map has been lost at sea
coarsely was telling the tales of unveiling and not was the beckon of bequest
Untimely was spoken worse yet was the untaken of offers no pleads found
Crying the candle flickers quietly two bickers but others met in kind
Likesay yet we may con not for wot seems hold back a thought too long
Once a ships sails miss the sight of sails yet grieve not for wind takes all

Bones

The skeleton is out of the closet, dancing his bony feet all over my red alcohol soaked body
All I can do is stare at that number written on a little piece of paper hanging off my night table
I probably won't call it
Move over bones I gotta get up
Pink bicycles are for little girls and midget clowns
If the rides too short circle the clock a few times and get your monies worth
I don't have a dime old man so start begging for quarters
You sit under that awning with your coffee cup in your hand to keep you dry and warm
But if this rain picks up like its supposed to your gonna have to find some new shelter scruffs
The rain is a slanted rain and it will do what it needs to ruin your night
I'd take you in but there's a very pale man who lives in my closet
And I think he's keeping the neighbors awake
I wish I gave her my number instead
I would like to hear a sweet new voice tonight
So don't call me names, not tonight anyway
I'm not feeling it
The purple and blues got me running circles in my room tonight
I'm not calling
There's too much on the line with this girl I just met
I'd rather leave it at that
one good conversation
who knows what it would all mean twelve fights and three weeks later
Bones, get up, I gotta get to work
and stop drinking all my wine, your depleting the stock and its gonna be a cold winter
I'm settled in with everything I need so walk away
Anyway goodnight bones, Ill make you something to eat in the morning
I won't be hungry anyway

Redemption

Everyday I want to throw this goddamn book out and start fresh
I just keep writing more and more
Goddamn
Others feel bad when I say it
Not me
Not today
Or any of the other today's I've dated
They always dump me before I get what I want from them
Serves me right considering what I've done to them
They should be bitter
Probably talk amongst one another regularly
I'm gonna find where they meet and burn that motherfucker down
Fuck you I say when this is over

Johns and tricks

'Nother month and I'll be just as broke as I always dreamed I'd be.
Anybody wanna buy a story?
I'll sell it cheap.
After all you'll never get the meaning without me.

City lights were shining last night and I walked between the skyscrapers
On platforms made by the hand of my mind
Two things preceded my first step: A cold drink of harp lager and a small meal
Two things proceded my first step: A second step and a thought
Great as it was to be walking so tall I asked for more
Which is greater the need for more or lack of satisfaction?
I'd like to think my mind is hungry for new experience
It may very well be that it is just greedy for it
So which is lesser a greedy mind or a full appetite?
I'll stick to being a hungry greed monger
It may not look as good on my application
But i could not live iwth anything less

Sitting within the confines of a strangely lit room I see future-past events
Memories I hope to create
Memories that are now imaginative figures
Memories may not come true.

Micheal Watering the Glimmer of Bob

Your all alone in this world
is that so bad?
To realize dependencies are yours to keep or refuse
To understand that you can stand on top of this planet or let it crush you under the weight you'll allow
to be alone.
Its okay as long as you know it
At least you can stretch your legs in bed at night
alone.
when you sit alone at the green planet
Listening to pleadings of consider this
Have you considered what happenes to me
you realize he said to much
How heavy is that stone
you've not yet said enough
the chair sits alone in the middle of the room
I ask how does it feel
it smiles
so do I.

live

I smoke too much and there’s this lingering feeling of unaccomplished talent within myself, if I could just concentrate on one thing I could get that thing done. I write, I play my guitar, im buying art supplies to start painting, I drink, heavily, wait tables, converse too often with lawyers, not enough with new characters, dream of moving away, stare blankly at walls, enjoys brisk autumn air, continue to watch too much television, believe in a life spent outside the norm, continue not working out enough, eat too much, and poorly, envy fictional characters, resent real ones, think about too many girls, and the wrong ones, outgoing and introspective, drug use, meddle, speak my mind, stare at an unused camera, blink instinctively, throw cigarettes butts out the window, eat tuna fish regularly, lay in my bed far too often, waste beautiful days, think of humorous situations from the past, bite my nails, shave every three to five days, don’t comb my hair, drive drunk, drink wine to sleep, stay awake too late every night, need to find it.

My head spins as uncontrollably as my eyes blink. I think to myself im having fun but there are millions of things better I could be doing with all this time I waste, and now at 358 in the morning I get up to write my story of how I think things are going so far.
Drive.


Believe there’s one better out there for you. One step higher than the one you’ve stepped to.
You can always climb a latter, just getting in the shower is a step in itself.

Grow from here.
Take lessons, write.
Play.
Paint.
Get a second job, get out of debt, you can always get drunk.
Money makes this sad thing turn, you gotta make some or find another way.
Keep throwing out the butts, but, less and less the packs and cellophane.
Introspect your outroflection.
Hand your self the keys, and strike up the pick once a day.
Get those paints and brushes, slowly build an army.
Connect your self with the right people you don’t need.
Throw a penny off the top of a high-rise.
Eat a large meal after you go running at night.
Smoke your cigarettes, leave some wine for a friend.
Go to sleep as your body sees fit.
Don’t explain, incorporate.
Brush your hair if it makes you happy.
You don’t have to worry about driving drunk for a while.
Go to sleep after writing yourself a story you don’t like.
Lob a hand grenade when they hold a machine gun to your head.
Bring yourself to every country state and city you’ve always wanted to see.
Forget calling people friends, just their names.
Don’t think too much about what they say.
Talk to yourself when someone’s listening.
Throw the grenade.
Eat the forbidden apple.
Live where no one wants to.
Embrace pain.
Live.

The beach in the winter is a much different sight, a far cry from the bosom marked by tourists gaping mouths that is the jersey shore in summers full swing. There is a peace and calm that comes with the sharp bite of brisk air steaming in off the water along with all the scallop boats and bluefish charters.

Even the gulls have calmed.

The sky and the ocean meet at a color unseen in months, the wisp of winter clouds mingle like a reunion of friends from different cultures and backgrounds cast away during the warmer times.The sky that shows through blends to a perfection atop a cold blue sea.

The waves roll in with ease.

The blades of grass bounce along the tops of the dunes. Afternoon joggers and an asian fisherman pass by. He fishes this spot with assertion, claiming it. The wind cracks my lips. I rejoice acceding with it.

Maria's Number two or so

I hate when bastards like this come in. We dont need a menu!!! we know what we want, bottle # 31, special package, repeating thier order, repeating thier order, repeating thier order for lowly waiter boy---you don't know kid, thats why your waiting tables. Mommy and Daddy dind't set me up a trust they kick me out then charge me rent. The special mussles kid not the common folk ones repeating thier order repeating thier order repeating thier order for lowly waiter boy---Kid we need the bottle water and two glasses with ice in em, and im the one who doesnt know. extra onions on the salad repeating thier order repeating thier order repeating thier order for lowly waiter boy---heres your food, anything else? were set. and you knew it right from the start. ill take your ten percent tip. i gotta work for this living. and ill see you next sunday.

Brighton bar last wednesday

i went outside to smoke a cigarette, I found myself in saearch of the perfect place to take a piss. The troubles I had, the dive bars ive sat on a toilet in, but no, I had to find the perfect place tonight. So I turned right and found myself in a field of grass. Beautiful oasis that it was I was distraught to find a sign saying "no parking, private property". I took this as "parking my urine, federal offense". so my drunk ass took off and found that spot behind my car and as my release was well anticipated, I slowly gazed skyward. My eyes rested upon some constellation resembling a martini glass. how befitting my situation, as I was releasing just that which once could have come from this constellation, pouring straight down from those stars. How glorified I make taking a piss.

coaster rhyme

Winds scream violently past ears burned by words spoken through clenched teeth
unannounced you walk through my doorway though i leave my door breached
rising past a stumbled demeanor your falter goes noticed
I attend to your needs too scarred and drunk to protest
A glass falls to the floor and we shatter into thousands of peices
we take each other home and drink wine and help each other to our desired release
I awake after the prophetic stimulation pleases and take a stand
I tell you to leave my house and a ride in mine yours demand
I take back the wine abd shrug shoulders of indeffernce
You leave my car and my mind smiles with thoughts of your splendiferousness.