sisterly intent
I understand how
With everybody else in your life you have
To make with I’m in a hurry I’m
Rushed and
This that the absolute thing
Everything that needs needs NEEDS! To get done….
And you have to slam it down
Slam it! Push it home
On their heads
The nature of your importance
I get that
But I remember when you picked your nose
And ate your own buggers…...
Important quit applying
i used to let the rhyme determine
where the thought would go
otherwise it has to be
me
and that’s a poor guide
at best
did you know i have the original
book
printed 100 years ago
by the inventor of astrology?
it belonged to my grandfather
the seal of the masons inside the front cover
and there is so much more than petty strange predictions
you find
and the only one who ever seemed to have it close
to right
over the years was jean dixen
because she knew there was more than a sun sign and
played it close to the wire
you have to think of history
and how it all came to be
those were odd times
and people were trying to figure out
people
why they were the way they were and
the mystics went one way
and freud and jung went the other
i have studied both and decided
nobody knows shit anyway
it’s all a guessing game where the odds say
they’ll get it right once in awhile but
if you want to predict
who a person really is
or what they will do
i suggest
talking to them
i’m seeing through eyes that never knew the dark
i’m looking for you inside a hopeless anger
making sure footsteps never know their mark
walking towards you there is no way
light up my bricks
the song you sing
will knock down
the wall and bring
me to my knees begging you please
oh please
see me for who i always was
and what we could never ever be
hold me one time
and you’ll be sure
you can’t see what’s best for me
i’ll take it to every mountain
i’ll swim it through every sea
storm through the desert in the strength of your eyes
you can’t know how i’ll never be free
not sure what to be right now
your way killed the sacred cow
and hung it up to dry
here
have some jerky on the fly
i hear it’s good
you know i’m lucky if i know my name
i’m thoughtless if i play this game
stick your apples in the rain
and crunch them down with buttered toast
i’ve always known what’s best for me
without you i can still believe
despite the empty boast
i have more and you have most…
light up my bricks
the song you sing
will knock down
the wall and bring
me to my knees begging you please
oh please
see me for who i always was
maybe none of my business
dang if it isn’t crazy
i feel for this girl
really do she’s only 19
and now a detective calls
looking for her and apparently
getting her on the plane i could have
been assisting a fleeing felon or maybe
nothing that serious but
how can one person stir up
this much trouble her
family doesn’t know what
to do and she’s sleeping on the couch
at her dad’s now
and daddy is angry because the deputy
has his cell number
because god forbid her life should be his responsibility
i know she was looking for
stability
some form of shelter beneath a grandparent’s wing
but come to think of it…
she slept on the couch here, too
wallowing in the sandbox
tornado in the candlelight
i dream of saying:
you are a sad man
penning a tail of poop
so you can shit on someone
i wonder at your need for drama
and i have these words
these really great lines
but i can’t wake up to write them down
and in my dream
pop up ads appear
everywhere
while my pest patrol fails
and finally i say fuck it
i won’t post the poem…
but you’re being a horse’s ass
just the same
downtownrising.com
walking up the sidwalk i thought
damn i
hope i remembered to put the brake on in the car
that would be fun
picking it up at the bottom of state street
and the buildings were wavy
that seemed strange
convex or concave
i’m not sure
my knee stared to ache and my right shoe
felt like it was falling apart and
i thought that’s what i get for going hiking
in the poor things
i miss the mall
that was like an apocalypse from the underside of tomorrow
a food court still there like a finger
chopped off from its hand
left to bleed on stone sparkling
the sidewalk between the globs of black gum
it was empty and dying too
while i stopped at a sign that said
coming soon
by 2011
bigger and better
always
the signs of progress
where the familiar gets
bruised
and i have no place
to shop
come=cum
you know i must have read that a hundred times
and never saw
the sex
part and now it makes complete
sense
so long
won’t be posting here any longer
but will leave the site up
thank you so much for reading and
all encouragement, feedback, and just plain love has been much appreciated
for correspondence: eebrinkeer@netzero.com
