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i’ve got you on my mind, giver _ 2

Poetry & Prose June 28, 2019

_ no. 2
i’ve got you on my mind, giver






i’ve got you inside
i made sure to keep you close
i’ve got a heavy mind
i can’t tell you where it goes

i said it’s blue and red
said i’ve been living like a fool might
don’t tell me how to fix it up
if it’s chrome then it’ll float
if it’s chrome then it’ll float


alright, you’ve put your money up
and it’s on another fortnight



opt for an open road
Lord knows
Lord knows

hindsight, is indestructible
when you’re dealing with a birthright
my mind’s an open road
Lord knows
Lord knows

call it now, yeah, you were right
but you’ve got me on your A-team



you’ve been dealing black and white, giver
tell me where the blessing flows
tell me where the blessing flows

this is easy for me to say

Poetry & Prose April 21, 2019

i was reading in a car
catching words by each streetlight
the words were spaced too far apart
i nearly quit when i had a thought
what order of letters got me here
my primal form is no Shakespeare
and i know you think this is nothing new
to think about life as more than something to do
but if it’s just words then i feel free to say
that i don’t really care about my birthday
so if i could act on any thought
would my faith be less distraught
i gave it a chance and i found the end
there’s no life in lifeless ends

if this car stopped i could read my book
and catch the words at one time
by now the metaphor is getting old
life is change and that’s not so bold
i feel the culmination of grief in my young life
and a raging ache behind each blue eye
an anonymous person says, ‘are you okay?’
i said i’m fine and that was true
but i wish there was more that i could do
so why don’t i do it you could say
but first i should eat before i rot away

God is good and that’s all great
but i miss his voice if that’s okay


some strange sounds

Poetry & Prose April 21, 2019

i figured out what’s happening
there’s a foreign place
inside my veins
it’s reaching out
to grab me
and whether i need it isn’t up to me
it’s deep inside
like some small thing
a needy voice
that grabs me

so when my mind freezes, i’m listening
you shouldn’t be afraid

there’s
got
to
be
a
safer
place
for
you
to
be
than
here
with
me


PAINT BY BERNARD FUCHS LOVE IN SAN FRANCISCO

filaments

Poetry & Prose March 14, 2019

▋ LESSER_filament_no1

1993 FALL
God’s gift to me was making me left-handed. It’s not a gift, really. Not in the traditional sense. Plenty of people have gifts. It seems damn near everyone you know has something they do, something that makes them them. I had a friend, said he’d never do anything valuable in his life. Said he’d never done it and can’t see him doin’ it. Last Spring he called and told me he was moving to Kings County. Said he won the lotto. Opened a bagel shop down on third with a view of the Creek. Called it Creekside Bagels. I asked him once what it is I do and he told me I’m left-handed and you don’t see that much. I’m not sure he meant it. But it stuck with me.

P E O P L E – imitating strangers

Poetry & Prose January 23, 2019

P E O P L E –

IMITATING STRANGERS

there was a hole in the middle
and the crowd filtered through it
i told myself not to worry
there was a hole in the middle
and the strangers all knew it
i tell myself not to worry

i didn’t want seem unknown
is this something we need to know?
why does it seem like everyone knows?
is this something i need to know?
by my own choice i’ll be the one who goes
i tell myself not to worry

Print by Issei Suda Kamakura Meigetsuin

P E O P L E – let me feel it out

Poetry & Prose November 20, 2018

P  E  O  P  L  E —

let me feel it out

here they let us read until the light goes out
here they let us read until the light goes out
there’ll never be enough time
be enough time
here they let us read until the light goes out
let me figure it out
i can figure it out
EVERYTHING, EVERYTHING, EVERYTHING
is in the light
i can figure it out
i can figure it out

Print by Issei Suda Akita Prefecture

-poems for Tanya

Poetry & Prose November 3, 2018

P A R T  N O. III

‘babe’

“hey, roll up your sle[eves], it’s time to go”
oh wow you know me
[that] unsubtle g[litter] in your eye,
of knowing of an unknown why
– ‘babe’- , you’re tough as nails, what got me on y[our] mind?
i chose once not to see
figuratively, you figured out the me i don’t k[now]

1/3

Print by Naoya Hatakeyama Lime Works