Waiting On Someone?

Palm tree cast a shadow of a cross.
Twilight is all about what might.
Sun sank in ancient promise.
Night arrived on time.
All is clock and glockenspiel,
piano roll diorama universe.
i predict stars
and all the mayhem that we love so much.
Waiting on lightning?
No, no.
Waiting on thunder?
No, no.
Lightning waits on me.
On us.

Rocketry Math

A crowd has no sense but it does have gravity.
They are your planet. We say we seek the velocity
of escape, but we're too scared to punch it through,
our rocketry math always off. Scrap the mission!
No way to live without each other. Clap-clap-clap.

Song: Petit Chou

The lantern blew out on a lonely-o

night too long in the Frigidairey-o

Crusty and musty, air so dusty-o,

hope lay cold in the ether-o.

He tried to tell her no. So cool-io,

words blew out in smoke-o.

But what kind of God brings beauty-o

to one so worthless, or so he felt-sio.

The dark grey in the room, all mold-io,

one word wrong brings it all to ruin-o.

Then he sets a river loose, unbending-o,

and wakes up as she listens-so,

"You should have told me, petit chou.

Talk more. Tell more. I'm in love with you."

"A Mi Me Gusta Asi"

Thank you Pete Rodriguez for one of the all-time great songs. Boogaloo, baby, wherever you are!

        And thank you The Blackout Allstars for cooking it up on your stove!

Ah, the moment comes,

we face the lizard bull.

Then, release the cape to see

beyond post office posters

of bad men and presidents.

No, the terrifying fate!

Snorting like an old tractor!

You don't like love at all.

Don't much like me, neither.

But here we are,

both fallen stars,

who just need heat.

We were the wildest manatees

ever to dance in the color of water

that haunts old pirate sea caves.

All bet on one thing we agreed on!

Oh, call and response! Mercy!

We slouched our way through,

all the time singing like toreadors

Pete's "A mi me gusta asi!"

Busker

Just a jet riding down to the runway,

growling sound, all around, our future.

Today's the day to wake up brave,

as they punish us one day at a time.

What he did was sing out loud

about the women he wanted to fuck,

with the blunt force of a condom falling

from the guy's wallet as he pays for dinner—

police chief's wife, banker's daughter,

his high school principal one more time.

And he ordered us around sometimes

like he was building the worst army ever,

singing out the truth loud as a mad chef

yelling at the kitchen for more flavor!—

"We turned the sun into a warning,

so each dawn arrives as threat.

"Wake up. Respond. Wake up. Respond.

What are you going to do? S-s-s-stop?"

Invisible us, we pray: love come ocean wave!

We are broken toys. Only a song can fix us!

He showed up as if we dreamt him real.

On his own magnet, guitar of honey dust,

with a saucer full of Martian fun. The yes.

Corpuscle choir practice. Neuron garage band.

They say the winds took him away

one day, like a mighty sailing ship.

It rains harder than before. Less stars.

Sun like an ice pick. As gravity grows.

Abbé Faria

first find a digging tool

strong enough for stone

and rough cement

start

Ceci N'est Pas La Sorcellerie

Sometimes, I stall out.

Try to take one step.

And I know it's not for me.

Choice that doesn't really exist.

You're left with, (1) how much do you believe?

(2) How afraid are you to believe?

(3) What if the door only opens with belief?

I love the soil beneath my feet, the floor.

Won't leave it.

Hard to believe anything in the absence of people.

But it's time.

The way an orchid can look like a woman's gloved hand just off the next balcony at the opera.

Or, the engine ran like it was sucking mud, so Louie threw a wrench and broke the dyno room window—the falling glass sounded like sleighbells.

Dana kissed me in full sucker punch as I opened the door to the Chinese restaurant, and it was the first time I thought I might make it through this world.

As if a man can cry out in delirium that he wants his life back, and no one knows what he's talking about.

Men treated nature as if it had a woman's voice.