Dastardly Decisions

.not much ironing going on.cook up some rice and eggs.work that list.responsibilities and daily particulars.keep up and shut up.here to be used up.music is cranked up.singing from another place.unable to translate the rationale.the urgency is real.the importance is irrelevant.why only matters to me.attitude alterations.alternate action.contingent on the threat of dastardly decisions.the carefree and the careless.one in the same.


Irrational Irritation

There is no receding. It is only rising. Musicians and dancers entertain the crowds. Staggering, shameless, and suspect. The beards and shades. The maked up women, showing it off. Petting zoos and dog races. Attentiveness is hard to find. Ten seconds of nothing like an impossible dream. Get a sample for only a dollar. The irrational irritation, only we can know.


Blue As The Sea Of Cortez

Blue as the Sea of Cortez.
Her eyes melt in the light.
Do everything she says.
She makes it worth my while.

We fill our lives with gods.
Goddess lovers too.
Taste all the earthy joys.
Wanna do it with you.

The ships they disappeared, on the horizon line.
Her lips they had no fear, as I looked into her eyes, they were...

Blue as the Sea of Cortez.
Her eyes melt in the light.
Do everything she says.
She makes it worth my while.

Through the gates we're led.
Been walking desert miles.
Suffered and hurt and bled.
Once cried all through the night.

Blue as the Sea of Cortez.
Her eyes melt in the light.
Do everything she says.
She makes it worth my while.


Like The Animals

   It is true about happiness.  Infectious it is, wonderful and validating.  Sought after, held up, and widely accepted as a worthy aim.  Be happy.  But in the midst, in the creaks, we suffer.  This burden of glee, this expectation of levity, this lonely dance.  The moments gather, then vanish.  Melodies always, knowledge of the truth, the end of preparation.  Accidental and careless, but not in an
irresponsible manner.  In a manner of speaking.  Can't help myself.  Bringing others into the fray.  Juvenile reasoning, think like children.  Pure and naive.  Like the animals.  Our souls aren't protected here, but they will survive here.


Double Agents

The quiet is the best part.
No music, no voices, no noise.
Those grudges just won't go away.
Successful outcomes and endings.
They are only imaginary.
The masked and hidden manipulate.
Living for now and stashing the cash.
All for your attention.
For your consideration and enjoyment.

The call for the saints. Loud trumpets and tambourines. Sing with the crowd and rise up. Good versus Evil is perpetual. We are double agents in this struggle. Always betraying ourselves. Traitors to our brothers and sisters. Hypocrites to the end.

Every drop of rain can be predicted.
The atmosphere will continue to collapse.
Despite our crying and moaning.

As it was always meant to be.


Tunes On The Porch

...reports began coming in and conclusions have been largely drawn.  Slowly, he spoke.  Carefully, he indicated.  Skillfully, he dodged.  Meticulous and precise.  Structured and pathed.  Fly your flag proudly.  An old soul lives near downtown.  Tunes on the porch and easy living.  Women passing by always.  Some stop to talk, others don't.  Busy, busy lives.  Love is all around them.  Untamed and swirling.  Keep the eyes and ears and nose to the street.  Understand the timelines and devious intent. The joke will pass around.  On them too.  Gonna stay close, gonna stay aware.  Speak those words to me.  Today and every day.  The word matters, and is incredibly important....