game six

hitters rallying around the walked ortiz.
pelting another out to green outfields...

to load the bases.

ending an inning into an era's pith
save lackey, loose with each pitch

rounding in fatherland

six nothing.  halfway.
flying to right, into the sixth.

skies into center.

grounder so quick to second
easily to first to out two.

strike out.

for a family who watched
buckner, shouting mad.

i miss you.

to an anew reach to family
chants, fresh, reaching right with ease

two strikes, check

two outs, check. hit flared
a runner through second to third.

six, one.  10:36

bases filling up to lift lackey
off the mound to god bless america!

and

breezing out with the bottoming
of the eighth, inhaling

a red sox fan

before my team was born
i don't know the history

cracking away champions

Falling Apart

When we look deeply at falling in love, we find so many story lines streaming at how you arrive at a single point -- in love.  Twists keep good company on an ever present adventure.  An urge pulls you straight on.  Trepidation gives way.  We find ourselves arriving somewhere -- a newfound bottom resonance.  Whether you're a fighter, or a lover, you have met a match, for at least a moment  lighthearted and carefree.  


But falling apart?  That phrase invokes horror scenes of space shuttles.  The worst trails just keep drifting, shrapnel hurtling -- in this case -- right for your ethereal heart.  Tearing at wounds. Reopening healing for a later date.  Pixel burnt images dancing around.  You are soon possessed with an undeniable urge to run, recoil, and relive all at once -- a twisted marionette.  Every single direction, but apart is the space you must find.   You can't get over apart; you must fall instead towards acceptance.  It hurts just as much as denial, but without that pathetic haze.  


Failure must lie with acceptance.  In truth, in reality, falling apart is as natural as falling in love, but hell how it feels unnecessary.  Treading the same beaten path, bristled pine cones, again.  Then, like a shot, emotion of any kind lends understanding to the reasoning of this restless walk; however, until you get there, acceptance, you're like that fighter above, only alone with no great prize.  


Take control of the line -- let space become solace.  Find yourself again truing friends, erecting projects.  Bleed out your shyness, and you will be right where you were all along -- apart.

Politics and Prose

The problem is that we both need more than four years ...
to get to where we want to be,
and the problem is that we only get four or so years to get there.

You don't hear us like we hear you.

And even though we both want to get there together, we both want the same thing, the way we get there is forever different.  We are both playing a losing game with a belief that we are somehow winning.

When we pay for the earth ... and fight for the right ... and forget what we've gained ...and  the stone stops skipping ... and the ripples' waves reach the edge ... begin to bounce back -- we'll be connected, ready to try again.

How deep do your pockets fall with cosmic weight that you need to get something back from the system that you now control?  When and what do you give in?

Party with a Lion

just had a dream that turned into a nightmare. was at a party, with
other dancers, and a real live lion, full mane and all. He was
friendly to the guests hanging out in corners and pockets of people.
I wanna say he even danced some. There was a lot going on at this
party. I had a plane to catch, back to New York or something cross
country heading east. There was some worry for no good reason about
the flight. I introduced some people to some old school games, back
from the Atari. For some reason, I think it was Allen Kerr's
consoles; maybe it was his house where this party was happening... he
lives in San Francisco. I don't remember seeing him, but remembering
the gaming consoles leads me to sense that they were Allen's.

At one point, I dance in front of the lion, not overtly at the lion, but
the African music I was listening to earlier continues to echo in my
head now, and I feel it was playing during my dance. The lion took
notice, but did not dance. I did not dance for long, some fear had
entered my being and the room's dynamic had shifted.

I decided to turn and go up the stairs to my left, and looked
towards the lion to find further clues of his reaction with each step until he was out of sight. I knew he was
watching me watch him. Moments after I was upstairs finding my way,
the lion came thundering up the steps, looking confused as guests
greeted him as if he was another guest at the party. He looked
around, with new misunderstood emotion, and pounced, roaring with his
leap, into some woman leading with his great paws. Panic spread
through everyone into my heart and I failed to resist to wake up.

the mystics at war -- coming home

what mystics that you speak only to me
you speak to me again in such sincere
tone. when you say me were he not once he
who come before me? was his his late masters?

and when we play for real in our dreams
tomorrow is come, and today is long
gone till tomorrow's morrow is hard to bone. seems
more real when we never play with our prey?

take your calm freedom, sharing honest steps
in your starlit drive, lit by dry biege lamps
glowing after into your slow, slow motion quick
stepping down right through your every real fear.

lest your words come before mi ne.
gain speak and not reveal to like.

rage

rage. clouds of unrest, tempestuous clatter, no pitter patter just rolling thunder.
why. not a question, nor a plea, and certainly no answer as it leaves you a lone.

see it coming? how could you not?!
this sky is full light and your eyes know.

again. and again. unzipping the air, exploding my heart, and slowly dying with pain.
no. that last flash, that very last flash, is all you get. echoes in memories stories retold.

saw it going, and things now smell changed.
only then when you are struck, may you grasp this. alas!

all day morning, and all day night

ash of substance; spirit free of air. in missing you, i never feel closer.