wander spirit

You have a mind to murder
with bee-sting bedtricks
and thinking in threes.

Husband arrived at Second
in wedding night bliss
given to King Arthur,
the first ever kissed.

Anxious poison brewed
from waters pure and true
vilify the bones
his Mother gave to you.

A horse is led and flanked
by the Masquerade of snakes.
And only one is chosen
when initiation takes.

The secret rites of spiders
and of basement thrust and grind.
Pushes the sleeping turtle over
revealing his sore behind.

under you under you

unlived the burning soul
while he watches
requited in laundry
while he sleeps
steeped in soiled dishes
while he lumbers
fitful in sleep
while he rubs
walking on eggshells
while he breathes


-- tim

can't come back

Damn this moving rage that got me.
It tears me down again.
It makes my stomach crunch.
And makes my head do spins.

Are you gone for real?
Is there nothing left?
Why do you want to hurt me?
Are we doing all we can?

Together we're tossed out on the wind.
Hit by rolling thunder.
Can't wing on down to earth.
Is it any wonder?
Can't wing down to earth.
Is it any wonder?

kojack razor knack
shaved wonder head
wanna brew hysteria
wanna buy the bled

stick glory somewhere else
like some serrated edge
drowning in the liquor
the wrong side of the badge

snake an endless line
back to primordial mud
these short feelings
common in our blood

black or white eternity
living life estranged
sawing limbs, nipping buds
wild seeds deranged

-- tim

Strong Enough

Strong Enough By Sheryl Crow

God I feel like hell tonight
Tears of rage I can not fight
I'd be the last to help you understand
Are you strong enough to be my man?

Nothings true and nothings right
So let me be alone tonight
Because you can't change the way I am
Are you strong enough to be my man?

Lie to me....I promise I'll believe
Lie to me but please don't leave

I have a face that I can't show
I make the rules up as I go
Try to love me if you can
Are you strong enough to be my man?

When I've shown you that I just don't care
When I'm throwing punches in the air
When I'm broken down and I can't stand
Are you man enough to be my man?

Lie to me...I promise I'll believe
Lie to me but please don't leave.

behind the scenes

the exhortation of lust may an exhibition be
that a stiffness in the wind raises a poor actor
whose waning banter invites the critic to bait a hook
leaving it bare and razor sharp for his hunger
whilst the ocean of her stage swells under storm

-- tim

Triggered

Triggered


The burn.
The hurt.
The cut and thrust.
Inhumanity.

Do what you do,
say what you say,
to put up with this spree.

CHORUS

War crime baby?
Crime lord maybe.
No neighborhood is safe.

No trigger lock
behind their eyes.
The world has gone insane.

You're put on the edge
of sharp steel rules,
cocked and loaded guns.

CHORUS

They'll chalk a circle
'round you now
not wanting friends to run
expecting to give out benefits
to join in suffering's fun.

The only ones who can escape
defect and decide how
their lives are spent in paying rent
and when to take a bow.

******************
******************

CHORUS

Put it away
Put it away
Cover up my head
Put it away
Put it away
You're making people dead


-- tim

Run, Run, Run O Fearful Organism

Run, Run, Run
O Fearful Organism


Extract what needs permissions;
submission is guaranteed.
Gang with keepers of the plank,
ranked and pedigreed.

The rise through lies embraced,
is acknowledged by The Fall.
Angels reverse True order made
when you're heedless of its call.

Human pain is self inflicted.
None can know the stakes.
Pebbles on the horizon
rupture Karma on the make.

The shell that's known gets split,
scatters shards of what's been done.
an end to times untended
protection that is gone

Eat all the worms.
Fill while you can.
Early bird at dawn:
one generation man.

-- tim

Merger

Merger


Silence is our hideout
an emotional retreat
from forces too complex
for men to hear hearts beat.

Metro-man effects it
a feminine withdrawal
from masculine attention
to hammer, saw and awl.

His diversions aren't equine
his muscle isn't main
predilections circumspect
he tries to have a brain.

-- tim

Invite to Dance

Invite to Dance


A woman gets out to play
making friend or family plans,
enriches those she greets
with worker-bee fond hands.

Its not a lot this life she leads --
not some ticket draw: win or lose.
Prick her and yes, she bleeds.
In light or dark; stars will ever choose.

Shallow mercies place her
by the cradle near the bed.
Commercials see her snacking
every day not having wed.

Tenderness caresses slight
movements of her feet.
Moon and sun suspend
emotions incomplete.

A man may never enter
where bedlam pays a call.
But daily; woman, wife or mother,
takes up singly every fall.

Joys that are jumped
are remembered as life's best.
Sorrows take to flowers
until petals themselves taste the test.

Forgetting is no virtue
nor is wailing at what's past
Courage wastes no time
trusting full sail to the mast.


-- tim

Don't -- Take It With You

Don't -- Take It With You

The Critic's call makes heavy work of the vacuuming
when with micro-management phraseology
a chocolate kiss is taken for a day wasted
and the desire for escape is hailed as insubordination.

A sponge is made of the mind that can not sort the unique
from memories weaved of common thread into culture's tapestry.
So tribes encamp along the edge beyond corporate towers and their gates
while specialization is mastered with a mop and a bucket.

Fight kills the mind, turning its pages like those in a book,
revealing secret references with vivid accuracy.
The dishes all covered in cheese are a factory delight
for supervisors who raid frustration with a whip.

Friends invite themselves to dinner with established flare
seeking retreat under cobwebbed corners and candlelight
while the fly on the wall refuses to answer questions,
but silently entreats any competition to land in the soup.

Most know the dials and knobs of the television
and fill their cups with friends who will not bruise
when they are mixed with ice and bumped together:
Like any good natured martini; stirred but not shaken.


-- tim

Planning

Planning

Empty spaces with the draft
based on misdemeanor crime.
Biological containment;
populations act like swine.

Policy might prevent it;
red line hegemony.
Gated communities are sated
with triple lock and key.

-- tim

This kitchen isn't big enough for the both of us

Sizzle sounds of something you fry
in the murky deep where you try and try
some Lazy Susan recipe

Flames first lick the night air
while hunger's rumble growls
and we wait until the temperature is right
between us

Now we are close
mincing our words
on the cutting board
of children
home
life

Failure is a food we have tasted
kneaded and risen
baked to a stillborn husk
overripe and crusted

When our kitchen closes in
and the brush does its work
the peel of acrylic on oil
can't hide what's beneath

A hot wind over grass
yields to the fence line anxiety
of what's on the other side
as somebody else's barbeque
spreads the Siren's scent