Kevin's Watch

(A Song...)

I wake up
each day
ready to say
going to find
a way
back to you

trebuchet [x3][/u]

Perhaps

Perhaps...

...Perhaps Not

Could You Love Me?

lemonade stands for
those who refuse to
drink the Kool-Ade

Fire, Protocol, Water

I don't care for
running faucets

fire, protocol, water

I still use some
wooden matches

fire. protocol, water

Letting Go

sketch of
painted window faces
pressing
against me
letting go
dancing for her

water cold
swimming
growing
tired letting
go - under
a new ceiling

wind rapes
across
wet concrete
flying
collision closer
letting go

her memory clouds
and I am
left with you
letting
go becomes
not enough

Cowbird

I am just a lonely cowbird -
searching for my lost herd

As always, null, your poems are minimalistically evocative. <3

deer of the dawn wrote:As always, null, your poems are minimalistically evocative. <3

Thank you Deer. I'm hoping I can get our grandson into Phish. That sort of sound is what I hear in my head for these lyrics.

For Daniel Johnston
[wherever you may find yourself]

somebody push play...
Tyr gave a hand
to the lower wolf,
what I wouldn't give.
a bolt out of the grey
constant constables are
keeping the watch...
a cloud of smoke
as she wanders after
her horse (a jack-
ass really) stop.

Mmm.. very interesting work indeed.

I like Deers expression, "minimalistically evocative" .. that pretty much nails the power and presence captured in your phish.

Thank you. I'll be adding more thursday.
Phish as on the band?

Elvis sang rem songs

Sitting in the dark
Wishing for a smoke
Trying for the punchline
A half forgotten joke

Chorus
Elvis sang rem songs
Elvis sang rem songs
To the world

Vegas was his calling
Memphis held him fast
The sweetest memories
Are always in the past

Chorus

Colonel knew his value
Jessie missed him most
Now they hold conventions
Dressed up as his ghost

Chorus

Kagi no Kagi [Key of Keys]

Joyce on acid
surreal is real
[honest philosopher]

/chromate - amphetamine/

a jolt of lightning
whelk break across
the bottom, stage
direction - group
together - and action

/aesthetic - biostatic/

you are an
unfortunate pollywog

/Argonaut - befuddle/

torque the lazy Susan

/Apollonian - artifice/

I keep forgetting
what I can't remember

/barrow - terse/

heads are filled
with metal shot
for extra force
and softer rebound

/chaotic - averse/

there's a million
things that you
don't know -
doesn't make
any of them secrets

Junkyard Six

the table is empty
on the wrong line
as I crawl home
it all falls away
does he still remember
all the times inbetween
and still it snows
calls me by name
and I stand alone
can't see the forest
listen for the echoes
stand to either side
where it's worn away
words see the time
wait for the rain
goes for a ride
please wake me up
the table is empty

"how funny, red roses for me"

old king Odin says;
"der kinder verboten"
Vortigern counts down -
waiting for the sky
to fall - Valhalla waits
on standby, empty cry

Ampersand the Pinkerton
man knows one if by
land, two if by sea...
gets his weather reports
from Mars, now stops for
the second time tonight

the sons of Poseidon
listening for the voice
of Buddha, on broken
telephones : a circle
of conceit unable to
finally admit their defeat

kings, detectives, collectives
nothing sacred, so nothing
gained. huddled around
dying embers, remember
your solitary name - if
it is all that remains...

by the warm glow of a night-light

static, electrical discharge...
early morning, some before
you rise - unnoticed, disguised.

"when I switch back & forth
I have to close one of the drives"

faded out, worn down, empty...
the glow dies in your eyes.

J Drift 43

cat fell asleep
in the dream
other one didn't
she fell asleep
on the floor
but I didn't
trip over her

the window
was left open
cats jumped out
third floor
they are gone
further south
or maybe north

the dishwasher
and the washer
are running now
but I forgot
to fill them
too late
my bedtime

Dark Ruin

thunder
grey and heavy
rain
in Atlanta?
summer
magnetic sun
love

lightning
blue and static
gravity
dull aether?
winter
frozen time
love

one letter of the refusal

The dawn is a dawn. And is a day.
Where has it gone? They have been
rare in that express. And all slow
movement is a picture. Uglier than
the calm of our moon. It was then
compensated to me. In a matter
more than some clique. I will not
be so tonight. Towards the bottom
I correspond. I am fine. And in the
matter of me they correspond.

I am in a happy way. Therefore I
am happy. In-between and under
as well. I strongly jump summer.

Towards the bottom ledger.

A part of the love that seems.
I dictate the ledger. The morning
is your time. It is a simple foot.
I can see the luminous. Your line
does not disturb. It is known to me.

Therefore it is flat. And on time.
We have come and gone. And gone
with the elementary product. And
to exceed that. I am gone to ignite.

And to leave. I am an able ledger.
I jumped my ledger. the part that
loves. It is all that it seems. And I
jumped therefore clumsily. And I
part with love. And where are the
plates that I want? Your hands are
full of notoriety. A flood of notoriety.