I Stay The Same

Mothers’ come to visit in the middle of the night. There must be something unfinished, maybe there’s something more to say. Mothers’ come to visit from the other side of the grave. Mothers’ come to visit in the middle of the night, While I sleep I hear her speak, she only visits in my dreams….

Riding on the Elastic Firecracker bus I am taking the magical mystery tour of the nineties. Come on along, hop on aboard, see what the noise is all about. Cut your strings, free your inside out, revel in the revelations of the Tripping Daisy. The perennial high hides in my mind; to the cat eye…

Eight eyes staring at me from ten inches above the ground, Blue eyes, green eyes, brown eyes – Waiting for me to break down, waiting for my soul to die so they will have something to eat. Overhead, a cardinal sings, long, loud, a pretty song… When I float by it takes to wing. Eight…

There is blood on the sidewalk. There, just outside the door. Blood, red, a pool that is still moist and it spreads – dripping over the curb. This is not metaphoric blood – the blood of a nation or of a cause. It is not the blood of innocent babies plucked from the safety of…

“Hey man, can you spare some change?” a fellow asked me the other day while I was strolling down the street and wandered into this fellows beat. “No pal” came a swift reply “I got nothing to give,” was my standard lie ’cause I did have something to give this man, But it wasn’t a…

Waxen flame feeding on itself, Destroying the source of its life. Casting small shadows on the shelf, Burning itself out through the night. How am I different from that flame? Consuming everything in reach. Flickering flame and I: the same. I watch, and let the flame teach. © All Rights Reserved This is a companion…