3.3.14 Gray things that climb from the depths and tear down walls

The first time you

watch an octopus climb

a wall, take steps, use

flailing tentacles to travel

across the boundary of the two worlds…

Ignoring it, ignoring all that is real, known, righteous, ignoring the boundary,

That world, becomes this world, becomes one world, becomes ours…

So too

As I stumbled

medieval alleyways old gray

brick, rough cut, smoothed by

time and primitive tools.

I was taught that castles

were a thing of the past,

of another time, another

world, and it is so, yet

the cobble stones are wet,

and the wind whips around

the corner, and the garbage

is rotting and I am

there.

So too

When I in my

madness round corners, manic,

talking to myself, dancing, conducting

the invisible choir, the chorus

symphony, melody, harmony

rhythm in my steps along

the cobble stone,

and much to my surprise

my inner tenor, is echoing

off these castle walls.

I stand shocked, I stand delighted,

It takes a moment to

recognize that tentacles serve multiple functions with the same

purpose –to propel.

And similarly the heart can play a

rhythm, aligned with

a world outside it.

So I was propelled forward

to meet my match,

and in the medieval

castle walls, gray, cold

dank, I also found

warm blood, melodic, pulsing

and my heart took

the pace and lead me

round a corner, till I

saw them

A quartet of bohemians.

A fado singer, an upright bass player,

a violinist, a simple drum kit,

the castle walls the

amplifier, the church bells

the signal, the back drop,

the cobbled heart,

I collapsed as much as

I pulsated. This was

a magic

merging of worlds…

So too

Was I left

a bit larger and a bit

empty.

How to return to cleaner,

safer surroundings.

I’ve seen the sea rise up,

I’ve seen the past rise up,

I’ve seen the rhythm of my heart

played on the strings of

a bass below the cathedral,

on the lips of a foreigner

my song echoed

through eternal walls,

carried by cold wind

corridors, smoothing the gray stones…

How do I go on…

without a one to share this?

2.27.14 Music-inspired writing

1

The Drops formulate, from the rotten wood, the

molting plaster, the exposed nails, formulates,

collides, grows larger, -then called from the Earth,

dives, to meet the maker.

The drops of water accumulate, puddles

upon rotten wooden floor, and cascade through

molting plaster, exposes the nails,

are called from some place deeper, to return to

embrace, leap from one height to the next

just a story lower.

The drops of water collide, create pools,

Ponds of deterioration on the rotten wood, tear

at the bonds of plasters, release rusting nails from their purpose,

greet, entangle, immerse in another, called

from the deep center, called from their everything,

jump to their depths.

2

All I see is driving

All I see is the Mediterranean

All I see is Becky’s warm arms

Flailing, dancing

3

Waltz, of jackals of jokers

of grinning hyenas of

death merchants

of gold coins in coarse sacks,

of pocketed intentions,

of delight in the putrid

smell of dusk on a warm

and dusty night, of

neon lights, of carnivores

on carnival rides, of

western cowboys

4

A jam, have you

seen the jam being made

It’s a rigorous and joyful

experience

-The kind that tuckers

you out

-The kind that sweetens

your idea of life

Wayward cousins coming

home, those strangers

with familiar looking faces

The syrupy part of your

heart, the veins and arteries,

condensed like

-grippy hugs

 5

I like your voice

the rhythm at night

talk me to sleep,

talk my heart to beat

talk my erratic breath

to cease,

talk my worries to the

breeze, let

them   …..  (go)

 

2.18.14 Prompts: The Smelliest Dolphin, What happened at Chipotle, Shark Week

“Dude lets hit up chi-po-tul!”  

                “We just had chipotle yesterday!”  (Chi-pote-lay)

“yeah but its shark week!”

                “What’s that got to do with anything?”

“dun duh, dun duh, dun duh….” (mimicking Jaws)

“No seriously what does the fucking tv show teeth bonanza called shark week have to do with us eating chipotle for the third time this week?” (Chi-pote-lay)

“dun duh, dun duh, dun duh..” (mimicking Jaws)

                “Dude you are an idiot”

“I’m an idiota for guac-a-mole, YES!”

                “Fine chipotle, I still have a gift card I can use up.”  (Chi-pote-lay)

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“What can I get you fellas?”

“Two chicken bur-I-toes with white rice, black beans, all the salsas, sour cream, no cheese, but hella guac-a-mole please.  Oh and can we get two bowls as well?”

“You know the guacamole is extra yeah?”

“Fo SHO….    Oh and also two bags of chips with EXTRA Guac-a-mole”

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                “Do you think the chicken is a little undercooked?”

“What? NO! Shick is satifactorally awesomer!”

                “Satisfactorallly awesomer or just awesomer?”

“You know what up….  Besides the salsa kills any of the bacteria. Throw in the lime and you’ve got a bonanza of festivity in your pie hole.”

                “My what?”

“Dude check this out… see you dump out your bur-I-toe in the bowl, then mix it up with the guac-a-mole  then take your delicious lime salted fried corn chip and walah!

Duh dun, duh dun, duh dun…”

                “Again with the shark week…”

“Don’t you get it? The chip in the bur-I-toe mix is like a shark fin in the mothafluxing ocean dig me?”

                “You are an idiot.”

“Please… I am an idiota for chi-po-tul”

                “Why can’t you ever pronounce anything like a human being?”

“Human what?”

                “being.”

“What?”

                “Human being. A fucking human being?”

“Oh you mean a human bean! Yes I’ve got those, watch out the shark is going to get them ahhh!”

                “Why do I hang out with you?”

“Because Im a killin it, I’m almost 2/3rds done and you aint even got half your bur-I-toe down. I’m the beast!”

                “ Shiii you wanna see some beast mode?

                I got this      GGGRUUUGHHH”

“Holy shit what the flux?   You just unhinged your jaw and pounced that shickkk”

                “ Well yeah I told you I was beast moding…”

“Yeah but what the flux? Normal people can’t eat a bur-I-toe in one bite. That shick was sloppy-confuse-a man.”

                “Well yeah a man… a human being but I’m a beast, didn’t you know?”

“Well I’m just a little surprised I neva seen you do it before, you should be a competitive eater!”

                “Yeah I would but they don’t allow my kind”

“Your kind?”

                “I’m a mer-man, you know like half dolphin half human. I fit in though don’t worry.”

“Worry shick! This shicks mythological like waaaaaa”

                “Hey we should get out of here, like quick”

“Why?”

                “Well I gotta go...”

“why, whas up?”

                “My stomach is beast moding…and … oh no… oh shit

Gurgle gurgle gurgle          

                oh shit… oops sorry dude”

“For what?... oh my God!1!  THAT IS INHUMANE!”

                “Yep in- human, for sure…

                That’s why I had to leave the sea, they used to make fun of me and call me the...”