Night bloom

I don’t have to check the moon
The tips of my ears are hot
The furry mischief in my veins
Makes me restless

Unless I find something to do
It’s the sunglasses and baseball cap pulled low tonight
Five miles an hour down the street, hunting
They call it curb skinning

What I’m hunting
Decides the bait I hang out the window

Peeking over the door locks, I breathe in heartbeats
Like a panther in the shadows

Wired, I see it all
My teeth gleaming

There will be blood on the moon
If I don’t find sanctuary

When my mind and flesh become one
Something inside starts growling
And like a piranha in a river stained with just one drop of blood
My nose is wide open

So when you see me in this desperate state
Looking for a place to hide myself when the moon is full
Understand

Thinking for one moment that I am like you
May cost someone their life tonight
Because when I get hungry it’s all the same color
And I don’t come up for air until I’m satisfied
I don’t know anything
Until after I’m done

Out back

Don’t matter what you talkin bout tonight
The cigarettes been lit and the smoke is already flying away
When I stomp it out, it’s over
And we don’t cry after midnight

When I wrapped my hand around your scarf
You should have known that wearing red does this to me
And if I bit your lip too hard then you should have bit me back
Cause I sharpened my teeth when the moon came out

There won’t be any bottles beside the bed
And the air in the room will be clear from all the open windows
But I will be drunk with a madness that can be scary
If you don’t get mad with me

So dream and twist yourself up in the blankets of this darkness
We’ll be swimming for a long time before we reach the sun
And drowning will only make you believe you can breathe under water
So let your body grunt, baby

Cause when I drink you
I’m going to take everything
Until you feel like you have to rip yourself apart to give me any more
And only then, with a mouthful of your heart, will I be satisfied

One more breath

So I won’t lie, kiss me deeply with your eyes
I’ve kissed the sky, a piece of paper blown away
And risked my life afraid to die
But more afraid of never living
So I kissed your toes and fell asleep forgiving

I shook the rain out of a cloud and caught my breath
Diamond drops of water blinding me I tossed the sponge aside
Inhaling all of heaven, a fresh, clean fire
And drank my fill of beautiful, cool and blue

I am a wind, a spirit through you
A breath of air blowing inside you
I am a dream, a pleasant dream
Behind your eyes

My shadow is the sunshine
And I’m a figment of your mind
A whisper of an achingly beautiful love

A feather left by angels
To the wonder of a child
Who still believes
Believes
That love cannot tell time

Remember you’re you

After going along
To get along for so long
I forgot my song
That’s when I knew I was wrong
For conforming to their sense of fashion

For being dumb enough to suffocate my passion

Uncomfortable dressing up
In all of their windows
I broke the looking glass
And stepped outside where the wind blows

And realized that if I really wanted to breathe
I’d have to take off all my clothes
For all the world to see

So I took off disapproval
And untied accusations
Unbuckled their opinions
And unbuttoned frustrations
At last I tossed the shades aside

Took a look into the mirror and to my surprise

I saw a face that looked familiar
And I know this sounds strange
He looked like me
A little older
I guess with time all things change

Then I realized that it was me
And I stood there wondering
What kind of fool I must be

So I looked into my eyes
To catch up with an old friend
And started crying
Cause it felt so good to see him again
And I promised that I’d kick my ass

If I lost touch with myself again (it’s sad that I laughed)

But it’s no
laughing matter
To believe
you’re someone
that you’re not
And it is
even sadder
If it takes you years to re-
member you’re you

Crowded in the absence of you

Somebody stole the tulips and daisies from my front yard
While the sprinklers were on
I was blinded by the sunlight in the water drops

Thought the cool breeze behind me was you
But when I turned around
I only saw a rabbit run into the bushes

Opened up the screen door to go inside
Tripped over the first step
Caught my breath and choked on a surprising feeling
Almost crying by accident when I only meant to sigh

Suddenly desperate to find the phone
Ran upstairs, looked under the bed
Pulled out the handset I dropped last night
Kept hitting the button to turn the thing on
Forgetting the bill was overdue
The phone company was out of patience

Sat there on the floor
Looking at the sun frame the window on the carpet
And warm the toes I didn’t feel like wiggling anymore

A few seconds became an hour
Before I jumped up, ran downstairs
Snatching the car keys on my way out the door
Only to find myself blocked in by a delivery truck with no driver

I bit the inside of my jaw
Looking up and down the block
While big fat fluffy white clouds floated overhead in the blue sky

Turned and looked at the dirt in my garden
Where my flowers had been
And wished I had a rock and someone to throw it at

Frozen with a frustrated want
I stood there dying
Until a butterfly landed on my nose and whispered
“It’ll be okay.”

Psychological warfare




pictures published
fuel a fire
journalists lose their heads

freedom of the press
artistic expression
free speech

until it costs
your head

held hostage
by terrorists

the hopeful
count on freedom fighters

but overzealous reporters
can’t wait
to break the story

betraying hope
to sniper fire

satire is for those who get it
those who don’t lynch folk
or drag them behind pickup trucks
someone’s idea of a joke

Whoever he is

By his just being

The New Yorker
Clinton
Jeremiah
& Jesse have
Shown us

We are some nasty people

That our greatest
Downfall is our fear
And not being able to reach…

However flawed he is
We can’t point fingers
None of us


From the Poet

May 23, 2008

Its raining today and just under 60. Gotta finish some assignments and get them in before 4. Had some hot wings and beer last night. Wings were hotter than I thought. Need to buy some more toilet paper - Eric

May 24, 2008

When does a bed become your own? When do the scent of sheets become familiar?

In the doing we sometimes overlook where we place our bare feet, the sounds we let fill our ears, or the thoughts we cultivate by where we place ourselves.

In the middle of the night when you get up to go pee, do you listen to the sound of the water, the flush of the toilet, your body climbing back into bed, or the sigh you let go of when you close your eyes?

Why do we keep our dreams to ourselves? - Eric

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