Metamorphic Metaphor

Jaded thoughts
go into the dust
melt into
ever decomposing memories
dis-integrate
the bruised heart remains weak
until forget fullness allows it to mend
clinging to the stinging
does not a one good
though the haunting keeps love close
a tether to the past
a bowline to the mast
like a dream of mudded feet
struggling to move forward
reaching a hand
to some dark exciting place
we can never quite grasp







Goblynnnnnnn! so many new summer notes! Have a listen buy some tracks...it's worth it.
Thank you all for being so patient during this seasonal hiatus...though re-emergence will be slow to manifest, you will, no doubt be seeing more of us.

A Beautiful Thing Indeed

Glass eyed cat
peering through the veil
other side over ride
the tune takes a turn
goes dark then up
one single star in the night
steady heart beat breeze
slips between fingers
turns light then down
vertical Mobius
keep walking

Owl, Coyote ,Tiny Whisk

Dust Un-settled
in the streets at night

with warm breeze
come the stinging clouds

saturating sanity
masticating vanity

mirror face decimate
piles of punctual grime
rounding the corner
slashing open faced
at just the right time
on the exhale

See How High You Can Jump

Kik Kat crackle spat
woodsmoke sauteed clothing

the past moves fast
when the brain refrains
from exaggerated reflection

the food is good
when the heart is smart
and improvises perfection

the wine is fine
when the smile has guile
excluding no collection

The Catalystic Species

little feet tiny hands
shaping, forming, throwing
another lighter hits the rubbish bin
the Golden Eagle feasts
on buckshot ridden flesh
wings that span the circumfrence of the globe
geese return to land on still waters
the surface reveals no evidence
of any such turmoil that may exist
on the ocean floor
tin can bed pans and a rusty model T
relics of a race that once dominated
now those who remain
laugh into the darkness holding their bellies
giving back
plant the seed
nourish both flower and weed
ears to the ground
listen to the future grow

Frost Heaves Begone

The times that rhyme
first mourning dove
flutters overhead
oh sweet harbinger of spring
with your melancholy notes
nestling with such supple grace
into cochlear canals
olfactory anticipation
for
sea pickle pea shoots
and
tender fresh basin mussels
the flavors of warmth and sunshine
soon upon our tongues shall be

Metamorphic Phenocrysts

One walks along the rocky shoreline
looking out to a horizon
that could be from 1000 years ago
slap tapping of liquefied salinity
granite percussion
stone that finds its home on many city streets
or draped around some soft white wrist
there are whole stories and eras compressed
within its cool and silent forms
sonnets encrypted into that flecked surface
tiny treasures play hide and seek
no release in sight pending chisel and hammer
the artists mind changes its way
resurrecting it into shape and function
yet it carries its home wherever it may rest
the sounds of sea birds
the sweet smell of spruce and moss
giggles from the full lips of selkie folk
one has but to touch the surface
to see and feel

Play On Birds

stealthily beating wings glide under the atmosphere
paw prints mimic cloud formation
Nimbus
the woman who whispers into the ears of sleepers
stands firmly at the gates
guarding the souls sounds, under lock, chain, bolt
she lets those cross who would bear the toll
branded memories that crowd the heart
make it glow
secrets rest beyond the plains
and under deep waters
luminescent pearl opals
thoughts and inspiration
the eyes, they see
expansion of the heart
acceptance of all
rest

Glitch in Evolution, Bitch in Revolution

moist mud muck yucks
weathering the storm
books and pens and thoughts
inventions which never come to fruition
yet they inspire the atrophied cerebellum to pupate.
empathize with humanity
you are a string
there are so many others
all strings
all different
they criss and cross
and run parallel
they intertwine and braid
yet two objects may never inhabit
one place in one time
all strings
all the same
solitary paths
every one alone together

Teeth and River Pebbles

Flotsam gathers on the shores
toxic brain matter cleansing
easment of spirit
and calming of soul
breathing the world that
so many try to hide from
real selves peek out of
cerebral crevices
dust bunnies giggle their way
into the silver lining
sane insane unsane
palm to cheek
eyes to lid
things meant to fit
together
and apart
shoe meets pavement
sole sinks into sand
electron to proton
things meant to be
find the way

Broken pieces Which Fix Themselves

A voice upon the wind
with high conotations
and low rumblings
from deep inside
the infinitesimal vortex
a face we all know doth emerge
connection to the soul
the one that makes us one
here
the jokster waves it's ribbons
which rest amongst branches
and the void beckons
to they who have no path
here lies fate
one for one
and none with none

Wall to Wall Emulation

Hot cake cutie
taking fortuitous circumstance
to a whole new level
hips they do sway
and that voice it do belt
giggles that chiffonade  hate
fingers that tingle
'cross ebony and ivory
the shadows may try
as the house creaks around
but that girl she don't know
the darkness would
dare not attempt
to move into
that light

Red Swarm

the deepest parts of the mind
hold the most answers
it is
the dragon who rests on her treasure
coins lodged under scales
scalded rubies tumble over the surface
these priceless tumbleweeds
riding the current of deep ancient breath
stopping still at the claws of the beast
she guards them
only those of worth
may continue

Night Shift

Thinking follows
the lines that have formed
over hands that have held
so much
formed so many amazing things
gesticulated such epic ideas
and stories
memories fire ring dance
with shouts toward the stars
mimic grinning at the moon
head rush flow
flooding
the heart
into the head
forever feeling at one
with all things
and no thing
all

Screamed at the Make Believe, Screamed at the Sky

Truth and certainty
through what one really knows
to fight
with Vorpal Blade clasped
for that which is known and true
beyond the confines
of earths atmosphere
into the deepest caverns
of the souls birth place
stunned by the immense
the intriguing
strolling through the darkness
surrounded by light
all
is
possible

Benign Malevolence

The landscape outside howls
getting in it's last kicks
before the season should turn
the shudders knock and bump
some ghoul crawling through walls
lurching amongst the darkness
wreaking of mildew and old wood
an ancient entombment
of cluster flies and horse hair
yet there up high
a single beam of untainted light
shining beyond the dust particles
singing the clear tune of purity
and truth
the shadows hold no power
within it's boundaries

Turbulent Tuna Time

Wakame Miso Soup
with Soba noodles
and pan seared tuna

Everyone Got Louder

Not a box
but chords
flexing following
the strains of the heart
taught pipes with chunks of ice
falling through
2:35 a.m. is just another day
opening up it's shutters
the moth will compound it's eyes
soon enough
then some other song
will be drowned out

2/22/11

encompassed by the spirit of the sea
when the winds hum their eerie resonant
screams
where once a plot was calm and green
there is now naught but the earths cleansing cycle
tumble dry on low
the static jumps from point to
divet
frosted linen icicles
swinging in the night

Iced Rice

These little pieces
tokens of the path
one button for a nimble thimble
one tear for a laugh
wrists and ankles flow through
empty space
heated torrents thrust little workers
upwards
flying high high high
rear to the ground
heart to the sky
beyond all human problems and dramas
dream with ease