Why am I Watching This 4-16-07

Why am I Watching This 4-16-07
(in response to the University of Virginia Shootings)

Why am I watching this
Watching bubble burst red screen
With ticker ticking and breaking news flashing
With the familiar faces
Doctor lawyer cop press
Podium cover in microphone maggots
30 - 31 – 32 dead
again
why do I watch this
listen on the radio
to this
again
it seems so repetitive
seems so reflective
anger rage gone amuck
the lost memories of being a goose not a duck
or is it – it must be
reflective the nature of war
what is this death
the answers are always better written in blood
better with the bitter taste
better with the words in god’s name
crimson river run
run over – the cup over flowing with blood
the body and the blood
the sand is red
picked on – picked out – just to be picked on
long black clothes – long black muse
blame the antichrist superstar
blame the star fuckers
the thin rails – the waif sex symbol
blame the drugs
we now see what came from watching
from follow the leader
from lead by the example - do as I say not as I do
but you didn’t say Simon says
and we are no fools
we are only the forgotten
the tossed aside
the broken bracket on the neglected ride
and who’s that harping on
about history
about god is good
about Yahweh and on and on
the miracle maker
the creator
the grand poo – bear
the master of the universe
why am I watching this
why the stats
why all the numbers
why all the same questions
fuck the questions
why no answers

Got Trenchtown Looped in my Head

Got Trenchtown Looped in my Head
1999

Where am I – where am I – sitting on soft wet rocks – feet sleeping under running stream – sun designing curving lines – blue white – ripples – dancing sun through bird chirps – I am happy

I am here – in a phone booth – romantic rain – droplets – painting glass portraits

Traffic lights

I am phoning say anything – “I gave her my heart she gave me a pen” – a knife – a brush

I am on this white field – this plane of dirt – my garden – of blossoming words – of color – of life – oh pain – oh strife – paint my blood my breath – my therapy

Where am I lost in phonics – notes of speech articulation

Where am I – yes in that trance – yes is that hush – a slave to the muse

Where am I – the veins of a maple leaf – in the roughness of bark – the softness of the path

Where am I – with my feet beating – the words of my thoughts

I am – in the red hue just before the blue of the night sky – connecting stars – drawing clouds

I am dust – scratching pictures on the black tv screen

I am happiness – laughter – and misery

I am in a silent way – monk’s dream with a jelly roll soul – these are just a few of my favorite things

I am

Luantic Transmitter

Luantic Transmitter
7-2-98

I like this place here
The day isn't clear
I have no fear
I like this place here
I like this place here

Though the end is near
Have no worries
Have no cares
Tommorow is near

I like this place here
It's sky birds I hear
Still no fear
Time isn't clear

It's a full time drifter
A sands of time sifter
A lunatic transmitter
A stolen rift here
I like my time there
I like my mind here
This time so clear
I conquer my fears
I like myself here

Telephone Poles

Telephone Poles
7-9-98

the telephone poles are my confidante
certainly not the phone
these wires break the sky
the house the forest
so easy

like I you – we - break me
I am fragile tonight
And tomorrow too
Forever I might say
I am hollow
Again I am echo
As I bang my head against the wall endlessly
A machine gun is slower
My brain is swampy horrible stench
I'd rather be under a bridge
A troll of sorts
Get the toll sit on the bench
Beg for a dime
Safe away tuck away
Save up to buy myself

I feel trapped in a box
But it's not the box they can't see
These poles come crashing
This is my bender