ADD ambulance

July 30, 2008

Hello ADD ambulance, Dave speaking…
Wait – let me get a pencil.

Ok, where was that?
Ok, we’re on our way.

Let’s go – heart attack –
43 Sechrist .

Sechrist or Sea Crest?

Shit. I’m not sure.
Shit! We’re on empty.

Good, I need coffee.

Shit. I need smokes.

sign eleven

September 10, 2007

September 10, 2001
Sausage 1.99/lb

September 12, 2001
God Bless America!

October 12, 2001
God Bless America!
Sausage 1.99/lb

October 12, 2002
Sausage 2.29/lb

anniversary

August 13, 2007

two-trees.jpg

so many years –
I was thinking all along
we were made to last

artist: Bruce Wood

glimmer

June 10, 2007

shimmering leaves
wave to the universe
light years away

when death comes

February 1, 2007

angelheads.jpg

when death comes

the hand of life
reaches down

to lift up the soul
like a kitten

and gently
place it elsewhere

painting by:Joshua Reynolds

dreamer

July 18, 2006

dreamer

I have been

floating

tumbling

spinning

turning

through

lifetimes

my soul
is silvered
with stardust

a long chase

in
and
out
of
forever…

with each wave
these last moments
bathe our consciousness

there is nothing else.

the breeze
takes our hair
to wave goodbye

jobs are waiting.

put the tiny shells
in your pockets
I tell the boys

so the big ones won’t crush them.

two buddies –
they are eleven
never to be eleven again

the wind dries the tears I hide.

2003

where then?

July 5, 2006

it may seem
as one gets older
and friends
begin to die off
and associates
begin to die off
and siblings
begin to die off
and unknown age-mates
populate the obituary

it may seem
life has become a game
of musical chairs

2004

station to station

June 29, 2006

I remember when
all things were alive;

when toys danced
unseen

and my feelings
were the world.

Now it is
different –

there is no life
in the “lifeless”

and my feelings –
they stay inside me

like passengers
on a train.

once young blades

June 27, 2006

young blades
who once ripped
through life,

cutting from
infinite possibilities,

now rust in a heap.

They long for the grip
of hammered hands

to spray
fine sweet dust
into the day

like mighty whales!