Wednesday, October 28, 2009

TRAFFIC LIGHT BLUE

I wave. I wave a lot.
I wave so much, when driving
They say I will be killed in Oakland
If I were driving through
To go to Pick and Pull.
I wave so much
My road-doggies laugh at me
when riding along
with me, or me with them.
I wave so much
The other drivers don't know
Whether to stay
Or go, yield, or flow.
I wave.

When I was a boy,
There was a man on the corner,
That waved at all the drivers
Driving by his house
In Berkeley.
He waved from his yard
And my Mom and I would
Wave back, and smile back,
And it seemed he would
Help make peace in the world.
Maybe help a lot.

The knights, I'm told,
Greeted each other with a wave
So the other would know
A sword was not being drawn.

I wave a lot, and nod, and smile, and bow.
But I do not live in the East Bay.
I live in Novato.
I think I may be the only one
In Novato
Trying to help make peace in the world.
I wave so much. I wave a lot. I wave.

(SCA/October 2009)

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

YUMMY KISS!

Hmmm, really yummy with you...
Hmmm, we cracked the cosmic egg, okay...
Hmmm, both our funny insides felt astray...
Hmmm, your peepers' starlight, sweetly bright...
Hmmm, really yummy with you...Shannon...
Hmmm, you say things I already think...
Hmmm, tears come out at my pluckity-plink...
Hmmm, does everyone stare the way I do?
Hey, really very yummy with you...
Hmmm, actually really pretty yummy with you...
Yeah, and, still not master of my own command...
Yeah, kiss me adieu and I sink in the sand...
Yeah, and, from a perspective think back I'm dorky...
Hmmm, but I did not care about forcing my forte...
Hmmm, actually yummy with you...
Hmmm, and remind me of myself, you do
Yeah, and, even with your sad grit enthusiasm
You're like Sister Knieval shootin' 'cross the chasm
Hmmm, did you know you are still my hero...
Even if you don't want zero...
And in my book of days, there'll read
A Shannon girl, in time of need...
Gave this boy some fever's break
When thirst had seemed something better left alone...
Hmmm, you're yummy...
Hmmm, I'm thinkin' actually quite yummy, Roo.
Yeah, and, I would still like to be with you.

(SCA/ January 14, 2007)

FOR DAISY, THE HUMAN WOMAN

Starlight girl, diamond woman,
Brave of face, bright in person
And my better in strength of arm
And my road puppy through all alarm.
As you give your heart and warmth
I am attracted, I hope for more
My thirst is heightened, my breast it glows
Yet still I am in fear to disclose
And wish to wait 'til ache compounds
Beyond the point when you'd resound
That I am not the warrior and bro' for thee.
I'd fancy, rather, to have you lock-stepping to my drum
Its all-encompassing pandemonium
Rhythms shaking, no mistaking,
Groove of grooves, with us creating
A bond so close the hearts are breaking
Pain and pleasure perfection making
Flows each breath, the earth is quaking
I'll go bonkers in the baking, Boojshi!
But I'm still just hanging out, free for the taking.

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY, Sugar! Your friend, Scotty

SCA ~FEB 16, 2006

Monday, October 26, 2009

DIZZY, I'M CHASING MY TRUTH

Dizzy, I'm chasing a place to sit down
Whack-job, as I'm known around town
I'm hoping, my lies will not leak to your mind
I'm grateful, I got past you just this one more time
I'm walking, where angels will always fear to tread
These angels, warning, warning, you'd be better off dead
Then I get busted, by the White Light Truth confrontation
Assailed, by my own deception asphyxiation
Once again I stop all the useless banter
Once again I center on the things that matter
My breath, my life, my truth.
Burden resting, time is testing, love is nesting
In my heart, in my heart, in my heart.

(SCA/circa 2005)

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

MAINTENANT

Crispy cold lettuce iced.
Broken bacon bits and spice...
Add some tortilla chips broken,
And an egg you thought was rotten.

Clamp a lamp down on your omelet.
Place the ashtray with the savant.
Never let go of your honeycomb hair.
Reverse the dismal drear in the air.

Upside down and over and through,
There goes a little idea for you.
Makes a chocolate cake so chic,
Bet you'd be making 10 a week!

Called up the George Wash tapeworm,
Told him the Spirit of '76 had returned.
Spent a night in the belly of a salmon.
Won't you take my Blue Diamond Almonds?!

Holy sightings in the telepathic messages,
Create the mind space to generate images.
Lash the mast, dream starlight's dim.
Infect the ocean where starfish swim.

Lazy cacophony and battering ram nose...
Would you be open to me changing my clothes?
All has escaped my original salad.
Take me back to where we started.

SCA ~ 2005

POEM FOR A LITTLE DRUMMER BIRD I EUTHANIZED IN SF

Breakin' neck of a Whip-poor-will
Excuse my flying beyond this still
Smiling down from sky on high
Don't you know it made me cry.

Little pigeon who smiles down
Breathe your breath without a sound
Could be laughter, could be rage
Romper room pinewood derby mess kit training outfit with a panty hose rope.

I have known the deeper peace
When you had become the grease
And I will say the motion spoken
Was only there to be uprooted.

Would you waste the time you had
To go where dirty dreams get sad
And could there be an upward spiral
That collapses the muzzle of roses.

I have heard it said that you
Were very carefully unglued
But the tension mounting is only there
To wake the Dead in Boston.

Itch & Scratch were my only sons
And one was not beside the other
What do you say to the bell that jingles
With the light of day?

SCA/~2005