Saturday, September 30, 2006
Friday, September 29, 2006
Blue Guitar
thebluestrain
is always rolling
down its dismal track
the bluestrain
is always steaming
never gives no slack
the bluestrain
powered by a sadness
and sad remembrance
thebluestrain
makes some music
but no one ever dance
the bluestrain
has no depot
it never ever stops
the bluestrain
is a drama
its curtain never drops
1999
is always rolling
down its dismal track
the bluestrain
is always steaming
never gives no slack
the bluestrain
powered by a sadness
and sad remembrance
thebluestrain
makes some music
but no one ever dance
the bluestrain
has no depot
it never ever stops
the bluestrain
is a drama
its curtain never drops
1999
Thursday, September 28, 2006
the gone side of town
how you doin'
on the gone side of town. . .
still gettin' on
still gettin down. . .?
anything new
on the down side of now. . .
wonderin' when
wonderin how. . .?
its still the same
everythings loose. . .
nothing matters
i guess i'll vamoose. . .
whatever happened
will we ever know. . .
a race never run
no win, place, or show. . .
2003
on the gone side of town. . .
still gettin' on
still gettin down. . .?
anything new
on the down side of now. . .
wonderin' when
wonderin how. . .?
its still the same
everythings loose. . .
nothing matters
i guess i'll vamoose. . .
whatever happened
will we ever know. . .
a race never run
no win, place, or show. . .
2003
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Thoughts and Meditations
In one atom are found all the elements of the earth;
in one motion of the mind are found
the motions of all the laws of existence;
in one drop of water are found
the secrets of all the endless oceans;
in one aspect of you
are found all the aspects of existence.
Kahlil Gibran 1883-1931
in one motion of the mind are found
the motions of all the laws of existence;
in one drop of water are found
the secrets of all the endless oceans;
in one aspect of you
are found all the aspects of existence.
Kahlil Gibran 1883-1931
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
The Mirror
the watchers are staring
through the door we left ajar
i guess they see it coming
they say it is'nt far
the watchers are in hiding
in the forest of their thought
they look at us and wonder
if it all is done for naught
tunnel vision of the mind
moving on so fast
the future slowly changes
the present to the past
we see them looking in
and know the're seeing through
but its really just a mirror
of ourselves in close review.
1992
through the door we left ajar
i guess they see it coming
they say it is'nt far
the watchers are in hiding
in the forest of their thought
they look at us and wonder
if it all is done for naught
tunnel vision of the mind
moving on so fast
the future slowly changes
the present to the past
we see them looking in
and know the're seeing through
but its really just a mirror
of ourselves in close review.
1992
Monday, September 25, 2006
Stainless Steel Jungle
Rattle, jingle, hiss and bang
Whistles, pops, and roar,
The noise is endless
All day long,
The din is evermore.
Beer and oil,
And label glue,
Lurking algae slime,
Familiar scents
Wher'er I go
It may be
Back in time.
Conveyors dripping
Soapy foam
As bottles tinkle by,
This is the Brewery
Where I must roam,
Never mine to reason why,
Only just to do or die.
(from the soaker discharge at Stroh's Brewery)
1991
Whistles, pops, and roar,
The noise is endless
All day long,
The din is evermore.
Beer and oil,
And label glue,
Lurking algae slime,
Familiar scents
Wher'er I go
It may be
Back in time.
Conveyors dripping
Soapy foam
As bottles tinkle by,
This is the Brewery
Where I must roam,
Never mine to reason why,
Only just to do or die.
(from the soaker discharge at Stroh's Brewery)
1991
zentraveling
nothing is important
nothing is more important than nothing
only the cup that has nothing in it
can be filled
with the wine of life. . .
nothing is more important than nothing
only the cup that has nothing in it
can be filled
with the wine of life. . .
RUNNING AT DAWN
i run the silent streets
at the edge of dawn
in the clean silence
of early morning
before man's clatter
or the sun's hammer
when cool airs
rush soothingly
across my skin
like the familiar fingers
of an almost
forgotten lover. . . .
1987
at the edge of dawn
in the clean silence
of early morning
before man's clatter
or the sun's hammer
when cool airs
rush soothingly
across my skin
like the familiar fingers
of an almost
forgotten lover. . . .
1987
"Poem in eighteen-time"
unless i hear from you
these lines will be
the last thing
between ourselves
i came to you
with too many dreams
and you left me
with too many fears
my worst offense
was wanting you
if thats a crime
then i convict myself
i'll nudge you from my mind
and then someday
you'll only
be someone i know. . . .
January 1987
eighteen syllable stanzas
these lines will be
the last thing
between ourselves
i came to you
with too many dreams
and you left me
with too many fears
my worst offense
was wanting you
if thats a crime
then i convict myself
i'll nudge you from my mind
and then someday
you'll only
be someone i know. . . .
January 1987
eighteen syllable stanzas
The meditation of running
heavy thoughts
are lost to me
like mirror-sided fish
or images of air
the vast and panoramic
horizon stretching
viewing farness
no complexities
mile by mile
it goes away
easier to lose them
than to keep them
blue skies and clouds
are all i need
2004
are lost to me
like mirror-sided fish
or images of air
the vast and panoramic
horizon stretching
viewing farness
no complexities
mile by mile
it goes away
easier to lose them
than to keep them
blue skies and clouds
are all i need
2004
Sunday, September 24, 2006
Saturday, September 23, 2006
Blueplate Special
the sky was
a cobalt blue plate
heaped with cottage cheese
and a sunnyside up egg
laying on a nest
green lettuce
floating on a
dark and oily dressing.
the boat was
a familiar woman,
a willing partner
to touch and feel response,
fullfilling my desires;
we smartly spun
and heeled away
on the sudden edge
of wind and water,
a tight embrace
of eager lovers.
(sailing alone on the lake)
October 1983
a cobalt blue plate
heaped with cottage cheese
and a sunnyside up egg
laying on a nest
green lettuce
floating on a
dark and oily dressing.
the boat was
a familiar woman,
a willing partner
to touch and feel response,
fullfilling my desires;
we smartly spun
and heeled away
on the sudden edge
of wind and water,
a tight embrace
of eager lovers.
(sailing alone on the lake)
October 1983
groundhog philosphy
hibernation's not a
winter thing,
escape is what it's all about,
dodging trouble
as a matador
sidles from the bull,
or a small and scurrying mouse
that holds the shadows
as his own;
i am the groundhog
who comfortably
awaits a better day or time
inside my fortress of solitude,
or perhaps
the willow bending to the wind
as the mighty oak
falls to crashing death,
resisting to the end. . ..
1982
winter thing,
escape is what it's all about,
dodging trouble
as a matador
sidles from the bull,
or a small and scurrying mouse
that holds the shadows
as his own;
i am the groundhog
who comfortably
awaits a better day or time
inside my fortress of solitude,
or perhaps
the willow bending to the wind
as the mighty oak
falls to crashing death,
resisting to the end. . ..
1982
Friday, September 22, 2006
S.R.O.
i guess its
standing room only
in the movie
starring you
and yourself
with a
cast of thouands
filmed too
close to home
in living color
and sterophonic busybodies. . .
February 1987
standing room only
in the movie
starring you
and yourself
with a
cast of thouands
filmed too
close to home
in living color
and sterophonic busybodies. . .
February 1987
Thursday, September 21, 2006
"bluesrainsong"
(chorus)
its gonna rain
its gonna rain
and rain and rain and rain
gonna rain sometime
gonna rain sometime soon. . .
(verse1)
its gonna rain
the day you leave me
gonna rain when you depart
gonna rain so much
gonna drown my awful feelin' heart
(verse 2)
its gonna rain
the night you leave me
gonna rain when you are gone
gonna rain so long
without you
gonna rain on, and on, and on
(verse3)
its gonna rain
gonna rain forevermore
gonna rain so much
between us
gonna be tears from shore to shore
2006
its gonna rain
its gonna rain
and rain and rain and rain
gonna rain sometime
gonna rain sometime soon. . .
(verse1)
its gonna rain
the day you leave me
gonna rain when you depart
gonna rain so much
gonna drown my awful feelin' heart
(verse 2)
its gonna rain
the night you leave me
gonna rain when you are gone
gonna rain so long
without you
gonna rain on, and on, and on
(verse3)
its gonna rain
gonna rain forevermore
gonna rain so much
between us
gonna be tears from shore to shore
2006