lights out

* going back to my old stuff of Stoner days...


Light's Out
11-93


There was a book I wrote part way
That I forgot I had
She caught my eye when I got here
But hidden was she by a jacket in the summer
The eye that was caught came back to me
As I heard what was behind me
So I said a few words to myself
Which I didn't completely know what they meant then
I was making songs of my own
And building a wall of poetic songs
With the sense I made from the words
I was resting up for a ride
To a place where I could spend my money
On good stuff to make me think of more pictures for the side
After lights out
So before I close my eyes
To envisioning after dark
I clear the mind with the warmth...










Made From Yesterday
11-22-93


I picked up some artist tools
At the store I work at
A successful mini shoplift spree
And I don't remember what was what


Interrupted by a good song
I had to stop what I was doing
Writing what I have forgotten about
Those kind of songs are those and far from here
So let's put a stop to this page here
Until I make another
Or another two lights
In the beginning of a time called "Made days
From the yesterday
And good stuff made nights"








* poem I wrote when I worked at Office Max in retail...


The Three Place Gig
11-23-93


I was wondering why you asked me
If I was going to work
Did you want to knock down more cluttered shelves
To just make them neater
And to make it more interesting
Did you want to drop those heavy boxes on the floor
Just to hear a sound
And make a love bear roar
It's just the sound of the growl
And a little excursion and prowl
Like a ten ton slow train
That hovered on the tracks
I wondered for a moment
How I made it past without crashing
Or pushing the smaller yellow one
As if it were an escalator
Followed by a stair case
Of hungry food shoppers....






















Hiding The Cage
11-23-93


I figured I might let the steam hide where you are
I just found out what wants out
And I don't know if I can free it
I'm not sure so I'll let it be
Until I'm told to unlock what I have caged
Maybe I'll see a sign
But for now I'll let it dine on a favorite drink
And the steam that swirls around
Even though by me it's not seen
So take a little extra time
I need to work tonight
To make a day to flee
And be what I want to be
And do what I have planned
In a glance at the plan...










Sounds Like A Fire
11-25-93


Fires at my house
I didn't see them burning
I didn't see the flames
I just heard remaining leaves
Burning in a bubbling still wind
I really thought the house was burning
But I assumed there was nothing wrong
And I went back to bed
I woke up again
I didn't want to move
I didn't know I was shouting
"Go away! Let me sleep!"
I heard the fires at my house just now
Yet the sounds sounded more like empty trees swaying
But there was no wind to make them tilt
How many times has this house burned down
And we survived it...












Immobile Thanksgiving
11-25-93


Standing still
In a chair by a light
Today on no more food
And thanks for the coffee day
I ate so fast I could have frozen myself
In an endless sleep
I was awakened again
By a piece of pie
And I had to lie
To fight at the gate
Of my back door to a smoke
To make it out I thought a distraction
Sitting still
In such a position
I could go back to sleep
I don't want to know
The life of a poet turned off
But I don't want to feel bad about it
If I happen to take it easy....