Tuesday, August 19, 2008


It's the siren song
in the view of a harbor
and clapping concrete
make shift shoes
battling hills
in the view of the

I live here.
I do.
This town, connecting through
phone lines and food lines,
bell ringing, service coming and
banshee screams of the
ghosts on high streets.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

I'll Follow Him

Jerry Lee Lewis and The Rust College Quintet from the 1971 Jerry Lee Lewis Show. Never shown on TV.

Thursday, August 7, 2008


Was it spelled out
for you that day?
Was there a crescent moon,
crows on the fence
a lamp light extinguished?

It seemed so rare
a curve to take
with two lives rattling
behind him.

They say it was a pedicab,
which was coming down a hill,
and simply could not stop.
I'm inclined to believe that
you knew it would end
and I can't help but think
the pounding of feet as people
ran to you and yours helped you
shrug off the coils
and the fear
and sent you off
knowing something about
pure love.

Wednesday, August 6, 2008


Palm trees at shooting station
Fresh water lake
NARL / DEW line relics
Satcom Array
Point Barrow

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

The road out of here
veers in the sway,
that's the way it
looks as a road hugs water,
holds on to a cliff,
makes the promise
that the ending
will not repeat its self.

We are we

We are we.
You and me and the animal
make three. There's not
much more for anyone else.

I give my voice away
everyday, and at night.
I praise that folly
to every listening ear,
to every bad pretender
and to the mechanical
terror in the back room

Don't call out too loud.
I can't wish your birthday away
in a time when all the ghosts are
hitchhiking and all the dust
settles on more dust.