Stop Thief

I gave you a name today, thief
to call you robber would be grave
pickpocket would work, i think
if the pocket was on my chest
but what would i do with my hands
by my side is no place to be
they would just end up like my shoes
rather my gaze going straight to you
take the aorta since its already yours
im going to bequeath you my eyes
you can have my tongue for kissing
allthough its known more for its lies
you see it wasnt that hard thief
and all you had to do was ask
instead your in and out of pocket
with barely a beggars chance

Ballard of Ballad Bear

They said that the bear was lonely
He had lost all even his home
I tend to think he was just bored
And that’s why he always roamed

How else can you explain Ballard?
Or even Fremont for that matter
I mean sure there are garbage cans
Lots of which he could scatter

But the influx of young yuppies
Cat people I am pretty certain
They couldn’t handle a black bear
Much less a very large puppy

The Lochs would be so inviting
With all the salmon lining up
Swinging by old Woodland Park
Growling at a cousin "what sup"

What if the two of us switched places?
Where would I go? How would I survive?
Wander in this town with no faces
Or head to the wilderness to stay alive


I would have walked north to Lynwood
Where the mullets would help hide
A t-top Camaro or a van
Might stop and offer a ride

Hang a right at Alderwood
Mosey up on Interstate five
Stopped off on Quil Ceda Avenue
And on black let it all ride

My pockets a little fatter
I head out for the Skagit valley
Walk through some fields of tulips
Eating berries too many to tally

I make it across the border
Canada she embraces me
Because I don’t want to fight
And never been convicted of a felony

I wait in line to see my doctor
And ask for a lifetime prescription
Government grown honeycomb
Takes care of all my afflictions

trix

meetings refused by circumstance
a certain sideways stare
from the corner of an eye
energy force created glance
smiles shyly entertained
with the imagined conversation
you say but of course
as my jokes make you chuckle
you tell me your story
i cant help but listen
something abruptly gets in the way
your moving ever closer
my stomach is sinking
as my mind is running away
line started with a single response
something easy please like yes or no
just so my awkwardness isn't lost
and my swollen tongue has a place to go
Wish came sooner than expected
not quite how i thought it to end
now I'm thinking threesome
Yes, You have beautiful girlfriend

A christmas Tale

It must have been a yuletide sign, a Christmas gift, although it wasn’t on my list. A least not this year, I have to blame it on the espresso. There I was standing under the awning in the rain. I was just waiting for that cup of drip. Coffee always calmed me down. I had other things on my mind, some damn Christmas Past trip. She was in front of me looking all fragile, a little frozen and soaked. I felt like Ebenezer the Bah humbug old scrooge in my peacoat. She was checking her list I think to see if I was naughty or nice. If she had only felt the coal in my socks she probably would have ran like Rudolph. The fact is I had been neither. I had spent the year stuck, stuck in the office, stuck in the elevator, stuck in traffic, stuck with a lawyer. I asked her if she wanted to go halves on a cab…she heard halves on the tab and replied my coffee is only three bucks. I step a bit closer and dipped down my shoulder and said “C-A-B. A cab”. Oh you mean a taxi, I’m so glad you asked me because I’m dripping wet. Yeah I know what you mean I’ve been through the wringer too. But that’s another story and we don’t have all night. She gave me a wink and then said” Maybe M-A-Y-B-E we do”.

.. ..My head started racing I got to the sidewalk and stuck my hand out. See I hate outs, last outs, down and outs, and definitely hand outs. A Radio cab pulled up just my luck, the cab with the Christmas lights. I think his name tag said Singh he was playing Indian/English Christmas songs. I was imagining a Bollywood version of A Christmas Story, with little Hajji getting a Red Rider B.B. gun. I didn’t know that they believed in Jesus and I wondered what he look like in the manger with a little dot on his head. Figured they probably bought into the whole nativity scene what with the spices and all. He and Miss Mocha chino were deeply entrenched in a conversation about holiday transportation. Fuck it, I just wished I had a sled she was talking to him about three wise men and he had a small pearl of advice. He said that this time of the year was hard for him what with his family in ....Bombay..... And that this time next year they would be on there way here, but for right now all he could do is just turn on the light in his cab. The light and the holiday spirit then would be in his cab during his whole shift.

Then something turned on that minute in my head. I looked at the girl then looked at St. Singh. I said pullover He asked why? I have a notion to do something good and let me tell you, brother that does not happen as often as it should. Not often at all actually. He pulled over in front of the Library handful of bums sought shelter in the marble doorways. I looked at the rain as it poured sideways and waded over to the cardboard castles. I pulled out my last fistful of cheddar. Happy New Year and Merry Xmas time now don’t go and spend every last dime. That looked at me like I was a nut straight of grandmas fruittcake, fact was at that moment I pretty sure I was. I turned back to the cab and it was gone.

Jager

Way down on the corner,I met her in a smoky little spot, .
We hooked up in the alley, by the back door of a chinese restaraunt,
Down the street from the house of blues, i left with only one shoe.
Couldn't get a name, just that she was from cali, and lost a boyfriend on the way here.
Spinning like toyride along for a joyride not paying a lick of dues
sock was soaking, zipper was busted, a little tear in my heart
Feel so bad, feel like i got used,thank god i didnt lose my wallet, just a shoe
Fumbled for the handle on the front door, fell asleep on the front porch.
Woke up completely frozen tried to lite a smoke, felt like a torch.
Never have i been so willing to go the distance than at that instant.
Never have i been so reckless with a urge,went down to bathroom to purge
Lifted the toilet seat as a token,since it had long been broken.
Out came the jager with some extra flavor general tsao chicken i think
Chinese food is good except when youve had too much too drink.

something like goodbye

Goodbye is never the way I intended this to go, thought I would be here from hello

How bittersweet you will never know, the thing deep down I cannot show.

Missed it all if not for a dream, so sad the leaving it seems

Told myself I wouldn’t cry, but I’ve told myself a million lies.

Roads that lead back, roads that appear blocked

Roads paved in gold, roads they provide the hardest knocks.

Just wanted to sit here in all this, feel you through me

Connection still around all though I am the one who is lost.

So as the past widens, the path gets a little more narrow.

lost and drowned

Over land i did travel in hopes of escaping
you and your painful memory
airports and bus stops, here and there stations
the further away the closer i got to me.
looked across the desert at the sand as it drifted
making shapes like that of your face
grabbed a handful of grains and watched them slip through my fingers
in silent soliloquy.
kept moving to get to that unihabitated zone the space they call alone
stood at waters edge and shouted profanities at the ocean
certain the waves would crash in to me
angry and bitter like bridesmaid dress without a reception
the long walk was just a deception
sat on a rock and cried a tear that wouldnt stop falling
took out a pencil and wrote it all down
sometimes lost is love that can never be found