BLT REI Poems
|2.||What It Took...||2/21/2008|
|3.||Sound And Furry||6/11/2009|
|6.||I Dreamt In Whispers||10/8/2006|
|7.||Your Tail Lights||10/10/2006|
|11.||G O O D B Y E...||6/11/2007|
|13.||The Low Man||9/6/2006|
|14.||My Cursory Prose||9/20/2006|
|15.||Mad Summer Nights||10/3/2006|
|16.||Thorns And Hearts||2/9/2007|
|18.||The Sound Of The Gong Goes 'Gone'||1/28/2007|
The Sound Of The Gong Goes 'Gone'
In the surburbanned cavorting of my dirty knee youth...
the smells anchored me in
clean cut grass
the sights of forever blue skies
of the deep end swimming pool
standing 20feet above with
the girl below
to be simple: a hero, a rockstar, a sports star, the dynamic battle with Satan for the sake of the girl.
For the price of gum,
friendship came easy.
It was bug hunting in snake and mossy canals,
It was Atari playing in friends' basements
and dirty cable at 2am. my first breast ...
It’s late, too late to be raining
The dog does not walk the old man.
The teenage buzz drowned in yesterday’s paper.
Spring love stays in to watch February’s movies.
You were not at the park with your tan and carefree play.
I did not approach with junebugs in my hand.