Hey You Guys! pt2 Electric Picnic update
Category: Writing and Poetry

Hello, Hello

     For all you Beboper's & Dew-dropers going to this years Electric Picnic you'll find me on the Word stage at 12:00 on Sunday. Come give a holler. =)

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ELECTRIC! Hey You Guys!!!
Current mood: catalyzed

Heads up if you're going to Electric Picnic this year. I'll be performing at some point over the weekend in the Leviathan Tent.

Hope to see you there. =)

http://www.electricpicnic.ie/html/theword.html

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Bent Spoke Yard Sale
Category: Writing and Poetry

My memory of you is a Picasso print

fluid, sincere

eyes there,

an ear here,

lips all

over the place.

Of 

others I recall more distinct moments:

conversations,

poses,

attitudes,

"O"-shaped gasps and

everything after.

But, You.

You of the pougeen mouth

     and glowing through midnight stares.

You of the gentle grasp.

You of the vicious teeth

     I can not fix in my mental film.

Have I not understood some detail?

Did my attention wander and neglect?

Or has this patched, leaking, too travelled

tire of a heart finally fulfilled it's hissing

promise to ¡POP!  leaving all

sideupwaysdown beneath

the sunglint carousel

of bicycle spokes

finally turning free

from wait and

pavements pressure.

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The Magikal Way of Opening Doors
Category: Writing and Poetry

rise

cross room

extend arm

open palm

fiddle knob

release

rise cross

room extend

arm

open palm fiddle

knob release

rise cross room

arm open fiddle

knob

palm release

pray no one asks to see

your sleeves

Release.

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Where The Wise Woman Waits
Category: Writing and Poetry

The mouth of your cave

     rolls with shadow.

There is a howling of wind;

                            of wolf.

A weaving of spider's silk

                           on loom.

A hinting of secrets.

A calling of moon.

The crossing of thresholds

     to where you wait-

     beyond your despairing ledge,

                    your chaotic chasm-

     is Lightning's hot staff

     seeking your lily's sea-kiss

     as Earth extends her arms skyward.

Only a woman may travel in time,

     a man must wade through desert spaces.

I see your form in

cavern's fold, cloaked

              in multiplicity.

Is that a riding crop or a rolling pin?

     A tampon case,  perhaps?

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Step Right Up! Step Right Up! The Fortune-teller’s Eyes are Bleeding.
Category: Writing and Poetry

Wodan, Summer

King, Green Man,

Saints on line to dry,

Rock Starlets shooting

across the cine-screen sky.

10¢ tour!

10¢ tour!

Wisdom! Mysteries! Whores!

The same rope can help

or hang you with legs

crossed, inverted in fours.

Change falling from your pockets

and circling your head on the floor.

10¢ tour!

10¢ tour!

Wisdom! Mysteries! Whores!

Pray to whomever.

Rub your stones.

Turn your cards.

Poke your gizzard.

I know it sounds odd

but my god, my god,

MY God lives in my belly,

fucks 'tween my sheets

and loves the light in your eyes.

10¢ tour!

10¢ tour!

Wisdom! Mysteries! Whores

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C-- in the Dark
Current mood: restless
Category: Writing and Poetry

It's dark.

It's raining.

It's August.

I see you exit the resturaunt

seconds before you wave,

stepping to cross the street

to me in the dark.

In the rain.

In August.

Last week, in need

of the last drop of drama

you refused to see me.

Stepping instead to

a mutual friend.

Asking them to hand

me my things in the dark.

In the rain.

In August.

I was upset-

I am upset

but seeing you, my heart

sends arcs of electricity

into the dark.

In the rain.

In August.

I am shocked

by how grounded

I suddenly am.

Stuck to the spot

by your slippery smile.

"Howya?"

     "Drunk."

          "Stoned."

"Wet,"

We say in unison in the dark.

In the rain.

In August.

I wonder if  what I read

in your searching eyes

is what you want me to do

or what I want you to say.

I wonder too long and

You pull up your black hood,

stepping back,

stepping away.

Leaving me with nothing but

Your face in the dark

In the rain

In August.

Madmen call my name from the corner.

I run to answer.

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Rain Rage
Current mood: angry
Category: Writing and Poetry

I've given up on happiness,

     anything approaching fun

     but is it too much to search

     some warming sun?

Almost two months with no reply

     I want to commit desperate acts 

     of sudden violence against the Sky.

I want to curse and scream and rip

     this charcoal smock from her wide waist,

     stare into that evasive blue. Demanding,

    "How dare you!?!"

Storms inside collide with the out.

We who curse the wind

are only answered by the laughing rain.

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Celeb Look alikes... Oh, this is funny.
Current mood: confused
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural

..> ..> ..>..>

http://www.myheritage.com

Now who would have thought I could get all those people into one face? I mean, Billy Bob, Beckham, AND Einstein? Great!

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Good Morning, 6 a.m.
Category: Writing and Poetry

6 a.m.. Good morning,

sunshine.

It's been 4 hours

since our eyes closed

&

we began

our

sominous padding

alone

together.

"Good Morning."

Sunshines,

your eyes

stay shut

dreams refusing

to

let you go.

Already around you,

my arms pull

you close.

Breathing you in

deeply,

I squeeze out

the prelight.

Morning fades

away.

My reality is you:

your night tossed

hair across

my face,

your parted lips

gravity pressed

against my pulse,

your sleeping smell.

Reality says,

"Mmm, Good Morning."

Sunshine

slips between

green leaflings.

Day spirals

open,

6 a.m.

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