Sunlight and inertia

Teach and heal in the sunshine of meaninglessness
Humble today, student's ears.
I hear you all desperation and confusion
How can clarity move through me to you?

Like the sun through the grass
Warmly informing you
Subtle love in that approach
My curiosity is a spinning top

Teach and heal, thank life
Humility take my words
I'll tell you of anxiety's recipe
so you may exclude an ingredient or two

Like the idea moving through the mind
Sense swarming in you
Subtle love in your response
Your acceptance is inertia

What do I give?

The skidding shoes across the moist hot pavement toward the train
almost as fast as roller skates
Life itself would get bored to death if we chose not to compete
so we race everywhere and in everyway

Commuting is a sports game
Leaflet distributors line the main streets
Beggers and mobile street vendors come at you as if insane
Nobody on the same train as you wants to meet you

And on the way home the world wants action
The teams of busy bodies are out there to recruit you
Away from their air guitarists and across their fields of games
Into the forests and gardens where desires were stolen

Across roots of abundance that stop you to see what you offer the world
The branches push you down
away from there get lost in the gardens where anything is possible
Under majestic trees that grow close to the cloud

Alone you must ask yourself "what do I give the world?"

The disproportionate cherry tree

The trunk grows at an angle fat and thin in places
It bulges and curves like the human body almost as gracious
The wide dark speckled flecks are it's skin between the gnarls
And the mottled swollen openings it's scars

Come spring thick blossom will invade and compete with the new leaf
it will invade the air and our senses with it's delicate aroma but briefly
Overt signals that abundance will come as the days lengthen
Yet will it's structure stand firm under the yield the season sends?


Come the summer the leaves and cherries will fill it's boughs
The disproportionate branches that form limbs as if muscle bound
may not be able to take the entire weight when the summer fruit speaks
and the trees supports will bend and creak unless the cherry pickers reach their peak

The shrub vibration

Sweet rains have begun
The season shift
A driven airs of the South
fighting and running from and through the north

As lively as if the clouds were electrified
In the mouth of september full of light
each hour of the day
The blinding mornings and dim dusks

The shrub vibration
of this tropical spring.

The spider that knitted pride

Some rules you break some you follow
Laughing and hanging with preferential friends
There are your colors there's your identity
The spider is knitting it into a jersey for you

It's working its way though that jersey
like a methamphetamine artist
Soon you'll be worthy to wear it in public
But for now lets just watch the eight legged tailor

When the log drops

The car's on the side of the road the engine's still running
You stop to watch the log drop and the whole ceremony
And everything you believed about superstition was about to be proven
all the great esoteric carvings would come alive somehow

Afternoon sun dying gracefully  with the day
You could have driven straight home alas curiosity won
The fierce ghosts of the past all etched into that wood
will fall and become part of the canoe

You should of thought about the grim accumulation of curses
for naiive tourists it couldn't be worse
You may have your little neck charms your tattooed arms and social karma
Yet here's a ritual symbolic of destruction

A ritual designed to dry up all your luck
So back to your car which you left running
down the road you go but the motor is moaning
You are out of fuel and the town has few gas stations

Sunday's log dropped and you're stranded in a strange town
So you leave your car, your log, your ride
To find some gasoline before the fall of night
Long haired teen boys idle near the pumps

Their heads are joined to the sky they can't hear you or help you
If you hadn't been dabbling in log drops this kind of witchcraft couldn't manifest!
Me I travelled 60,000 miles in one night on the shape of my face as a surfboard
and witnessed it all behind my eyes quiet slow motion

The whizzes and the pans in the dark before dawn
are the little snacks that I adore

The water, and christ

The spiritual temperature is hot tonight
We are the bricks in the road toward glory
we are the rope securing the raft
We are each a single note from the beak of the morning canary

The psychic heat wave is bearing down
It finds the mercury in us
For we are the lucky thermometers
Asleep or awake in the python

Don't choke on these vivid dreams
The snake sends them and they are of water
Submerged crucifixes, he bathes his cross as if it was an invalid parent, out of all affirmation
Down the steps where the public stands shocked, unable to jeer or blame

Cleaning the blood off, face full of cheer
of all affirmation, for in water that heavy blood soaked cross has no weight at all







Amen