Sunday, April 13, 2014

Play Misty for Me

Love can come in many different forms
some more powerful
others less

And if you're frightened
you can be frightened


You can be afraid to see and hear an old friend
Their actual presence and place

You can be afraid of loving creation
kneeling before time and space

There is a terror to knowing a person
can be the one for you

And a cold, bright shock that forever
can only bring you to the truth
with a capital TNT

Love plays upon us all in so many different ways
It can give you wings
bring you to your knee

So why be afraid of love?
It's just a feeling.


Love is a weapon
that will dwell in your energy
lock onto your scent

It will tear you out of the world
and deliver your essence
to a person or persons

And life itself is born again
from the torn remnant
of your own limits
Scarring trees
with images
of hearts
and names
and addition

We join in a playground
where you plus me
equals eternity

I am afraid
of being the man I should be

And you are afraid
to achieve
the woman you can be.

But together we dream
of Nuns
and Zombies
holding each other

Next door TV
frames on the wall

It's a comedy
of errors - you see

It's about.
Taking the fall.

The darkness that comes
before the universe

butterfly wings
and bears us up against the storm
to the flashing green

The Other Side - Dr. Who/ The Scissor Sisters

Thursday, April 10, 2014


There is a rock
next to a sea

Each day the ocean
destroys it

There is a beach
at the shore

And when you grow up
You will be there

Your Demons

And all the non believers
next to the plans they have made

And there is a rock
still there

And strangely cool
to the touch

Throw me a bone here
into the sky

Let it fall back down to me
as a spacecraft

For I am damned
and an image
upon your skin

And sometimes I get the feeling
that it will all wash away

And then the sharks return
and I climb to dry land

And kiss the ground
my flippers turn to hands

And I love you with all my heart
their misery and hate will kill us all
except for the little circle of flesh
within me that I transform

Into a beating heart
that still beats

For you

Just a fragment left of you now
but it's a hologram

Thank you Karl Pribram

Sigur Ros - Valtari

Did Jesus Have a Wife?

Let's skip for a moment
the question of children..

Did Jesus ever marry?
Did he ever kiss?
Could he have known heaven?
Could he have tasted bliss.


Sunday, March 30, 2014

I Can't Listen to Vampire Weekend Without Smiling

Ok, fine. I get it.
There is a such a thing as catholic guilt.

Sure, I understand.
You can write a song about someone that you can't even say the name of.

I feel you in my bones.
I feel you in my bones.

I need you to know.
We are not perfect, you and I

I want to be better
I try to find
the weak spots
and hack them away

I want everyone around me to be better
I try to find
their weak spots
and play with them all day

It makes me a passive aggressive asshole
A creep
A person you do not want to know


But it might make me someone who can love
Someone whose head is in the stars
and heart is in the world

The truth is you don't need me to protect you
You don't need me for nearly anything

But I am here
If at least in an image

Because I feel you in my bones
And I'm strong enough
and ready for

A change in my life
that includes you

And your heart
And that means smiling at the things that drive us apart

It means not being a passive aggressive slipknot
around my own neck
It means letting down my guard
It means trying hard

Hard enough to accept people as they are
and make the subtle change
by the sharp knife
and the thin bright needle

And let the green faerie fly


It means going back to school
Even if I passed my exam

I was afraid the whole time
that I was a fool


I still am.

It means California
the Bear Republic
And Atlanta
and Boston

It means Puerto Rico
and the New York Times
and miniature ice cream sandwiches

It means there is no future
There's no answer

And you and me
We have our own sense
of who we are

And what brings us laughter.

And what brings us laughter.

It means so much to me.
But one thing is clear.
And always will be.

Love is forever.
And forever.

And the world is a cold, cold place to be...

All of the sinners.
All of the saints.


I love you, Teresa.
I love you, Mary.

I love you, Chloe.

And an abundance of Katherines.

I know I love you.

Enough to speak
what's in my heart.

I cannot listen to Vampire Weekend
without smiling
and a little part of that cold world between
falling apart

Creep - Radiohead

Saturday, March 29, 2014

Killing Jesus

The Feast of the Tabernacle
is eight days long

Jesus has traveled
to Jerusalem

He lets the morning come
in his favorite half light
He speaks in Parables
and the die is cast

Is this the man they are trying to kill
ask the crowd

Is this the Christ?


And the Church responds.
A prophet does not come.

From Galilee.

I am going away.
And where I go.
You cannot come.

The crowd knows
that in that moment
they, the Jews will have defeated Rome

Their lives will be free
and the Holy City once choked with blood
will at last become streets of a gold

The crowd dreams of heaven on earth
their favorite innocence
their favorite lie

And there are those
who wait to be told
he is the Christ

There are those
who wait for him to arrive
riding on donkey

To the Sanhedrin
To Caiphas

We let the fire down soon
And like Kitty Genovese
They will look out of their windows

And say to themselves
Better its him
and not me

Nine Inch Nails
will be driven into him
But not a bone will be broken

And some will say
If you are the Son of God
The son of Mithras

Take yourself off this cross
The policy of truth
and bondage


He rides into town
and they hold out the palm
The green flutter of respect impresses him
and reminds

That his suicide
will make him a martyr
And they will think him

A lunatic
A liar

April 3rd
AD 30

Caiphas tears open his shirt
The Church.

The great gift of religion.
A verdict passed, by rough consensus.

With only Nicodemus and Joseph of Arithmea
who stand against.

And April 7.
A carpenter
Nailed to a wooden cross.


Wednesday, March 26, 2014

In My Room - Incubus

Ode to Gwar

Travelling 43 billion years plus 7
past the speed of sound
you arc across heaven

The slave goes away
David Brockie.

But there was only room enough for one
And even as your carcass peels life
into food for worms

You are across the universe
bending time

Across dark rivers of blood
you are sprayed into the audience
and the dream of peeling skin
and torn flesh

Monsters that eat celebrities
and nails to the cross

Fades into the night
and you're nearly with us

Our mud ball planet is now minus one
plus Gwar

We say goodbye
and it's a clear day

Your mother cries
tears of glass
but your father stands here
in a network of networks
and chaos

And all we see or seem
is but a dream
flowing by our own blood
and papier mache
that stopped your heart

Sitting in your chair
You played chess
and lost

Singing songs
of the town

Monday, March 17, 2014

Destiny - Zero 7

Barely Breathing

The clouds move in
and we can barely see

The mist wraps around us
like a cat curling around a shaft of light
on a warm summer's day
in sleep

to pounce upon us
and fill our lungs

The mask falls from the ceiling
and the lights flash in the aisle

And I know where to go
I know I am falling

for you