text & still imagery  TAPE NUMBER ONE

problem number one

The dyes of daylight dried on exterior walls last night

And in complex quarters,

a thought of time past stepped on a tone left humming in an old park,

out of focus,

where were high again,

embracing sin,

promising to bloom driving barefoot from the cellars half strung,

And as the train rolls bye,

our coin gets crushed alive,

and down on a green patch under a soft chain-link fence,

the family car spins a last breath,

before its final resting,

The dyes of daylight dried

last night.

Twisting ball full of power,

powered to full,

your deepest black turns youth to death,

beating hearts to slow,

ever hour void of light balled into one another,

your frozen core leaks beautiful,

like a hungry iceberg beneath black fiber,

you’ve absorbed the howls of every hound,

yet you remain a stranger,

vibrating glue and binding flesh,

you tug at us, you step past death,

you’re a mother guiding a child around a puddle,

spilling drops from inner veins or simply spitting our your innards,

giving pink to a dense grey,

movement to an owl’s winter,

you’re ever eye ever rolled,

a farmer’s rain,

a bomber’s coat,

you weight, you bird, you endless stroll,

you spirit thing, you unknown toll,

you black fly, you spider web,

you guide us through, you feed us death,

you nourishment, you hopeful mess,

you invisible wave, you star drenched wreck,

you powder keg, you melted gun,

you laughing, stumbling, torched black sun.

Nature sounds in a pantomime.

Hussies and clowns with saturated smiles,

twist cosmetic flashes between folded limbs.

Behind barred windows,

reptiles cling,

exchanging strength,

releasing shivers

and sparking beige rainbows that arch towards a wobbling ceiling fan.

The refrigerator sounds between transitions.

Fresh ice tumbles to an empty bin

as the odor of the older ice melts away

in the breath of a cheap corner store binge.

And in a stark room,

the large shaded lamp

sheds enough light to clutch hands

before the brief seconds where everything can be forgotten. 

I can be happy,

trapped in a living room,

with a rabbit that has no eyes.

Many people equate their physical location

with a sense of happiness.

Being caught in traffic, stuck in line, or trapped at work

can cause discomfort and anxiety within.

We have internalized the notion that only a location

other than the one we are in,

can bring us a sense of peace.

We are always looking to tomorrow’s location

to find inner happiness.

A need for a larger residence

with a barbecue, a garden and a hot tub

to have intercourse in during halftime

or that yearly vacation to the tropics,

white sand beaches, a cool breeze, mai tais

and coconut island flesh.

We are, I am afraid,

always looking to tomorrow's location

to find inner happiness

when that happiness is always inside

no matter the location

always waiting to be accessed.

I used to have a fear of rabbits,

but not anymore.

I can be happy,

trapped in a living room with a rabbit that has no eyes.

I can be happy,

trapped in a living room with a rabbit that has no eyes.

I can be happy,

trapped in a living room,

with a rabbit, that has no,

eyes.

Animal, animal,

Animal, animal....

Animal!

Feathers with fur,

Around human hands,

Repeating phrases,

Waddling circles around large trunk trees,

Beneath the branches,

Counting numbers too large for any government’s broken tooth

glue filled baby cartoon.

On the TV

there’s trouble my love

with the slippery streets,

An assembly line of life stretches spines across a landscape of couches beneath a plastic wrap of packaged meat.

Animal, animal,

Feathers with fur,

Animal, animal,

Around human hands,

Animal, animal,

Repeating phrases,

Animal, animal,

Animal, animal....

Animal!

“text compiled from a variety of gift cards at the local grocery”

Thank you for being so wonderful to work with. 

I believe God meant us to be together.

We haven't been together long yet,

Your becoming a very important part of my life.

Sometimes, when I look at you, i can hardly believe your mine.

I wish we could run away find a deserted island

and love each other day and night.

We’re having some really strange times these days.

No one ever said love was easy.

Being apart from you isn't easy.

I find myself missing you often.

Sorry doesn't begin to express the regret and pain I feel for hurting you.

I’d like to smile and wish you goodbye, but I can't.

There will always be a very special connection between us.

There doesn't seem to be any good way to say goodbye to you.

You're in my thoughts and prayers.

Warm thoughts and prayers will follow you wherever you go.

Goodbye.

You'll never be forgotten.

In my car,I will create mobile solitude. In my car, I will create mobile solitude. Today, more than ever, our surroundings are infected

with mass amounts of irrelevant data. Unfortunately, we cannot turn our minds off. We are forced to absorb, process and react to all stimuli we encounter in our daily lives. Advertisements, electronics and noise pollutants flood our senses day in and day out, this congests our mental well-being. It’s important for us to create a sanctuary for our minds. How about the automobile? Next time you get in, roll up the windows and turn the radio and cell phone off. Now it's your time. Take a deep breath and decide what you want your mind to process. It's just you, the road and your thoughts. In my car, I will create mobile solitude. In my car, I will create mobile solitude.

Hello, my name is Bobby XP1, what is your name?

You have a pretty chair. What are you doing? Why is your neck funny?

You have a funny neck?

Are you sad? Are you a sad lady? Don’t cry, don’t cry sad lady.

AHHHHHH, AHHHHHH. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

My name is Bobby XP1. Why won’t you talk to me?

You are sad lady. You are working with your hands.

Sad lady, with funny neck, works with hands.

Could I bring you a tissue to capture your tears in?

Those are bad words. You shouldn’t say things like that.

I’d like to stay, but it’s getting late.

Hello, my name is Bobby XP1 what is your name?

You have a pretty bicycle. What are you doing?

Why are you staring at me? 

You have a strange look in your eye.

Are you happy? Are you a happy man? Don’t laugh.

Don’t laugh happy man.

HA, HA, HA. HAHAHAH.

My name is Bobby XP1, why won’t you talk to me?

Hands move up and down. Up and down.

Happy man with pretty bicycle moves his hands. Please don’t.

Please don’t grab me.

I’d like to stay, but it’s getting late.

Hello Ralph. It’s Bobby. I am home.

Just fine thank you, how are you doing?

The television is turned off. You are on your knees.

Are you ok? Ralph, are you ok? Good.

Ralph, could I get you a cold one? Then how about some snack crackers?

Ralph, are you going to put that circuitry inside me?

I met a sad lady today. AHHHHH, AHHHH, AHHHHHHHH.

I met a happy man. HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA.

Ralph, do you still want to runaway with me?

Ralph, I love you too.

A poem to be read into a flashlight

with a microphone

placed above the breast

of a pregnant mother.

The sound of a body

half asleep

wrapped in thin sheets

of thursday morning light.

The super fragile

underappreciated

pale shoulders

curl beneath catalogue fabrics

content to absorb the remaining daylight

through a mound of thin bed sheets

an arm retreats

to stillness

behind an arrow slit

where a delicate eye 

peers to the space

above the roofs

across the street

drenched in pavement.

Daddy,

daddy kill,

daddy kill green,

daddy kill green grass,

daddy kill green grass with,

daddy kill green grass with son,

Without,

without sun,

without sun daddy,

without sun daddy kill,

without sun daddy kill,

without sun daddy kill green,

without sun daddy kill green grass.

Color circles head while humming happy birthday dear color.

Color is placed over an ear, while it makes beeping sounds and occasionally gives you a high-five.

Color is an approaching missile that fails to detonate.

Color pats you on your back while making clucking sounds.

Color jumps on a trampoline while giggling.

Fly color above other colors while making jet plane sounds.

Form a color fist before springing your color open and releasing a large breath of air.

Color embraces your fist while crying.

Color climbs a rope while shivering.

Place both hands in color and simulate a rocket launch.

Color is a humming matador and your fist, an angry bull.

Spring color to life while laughing.

Color jumps from behind your hand and scares another color.

Place color one inch from your face for ten seconds.

Place color under your arm and repeat, "let me out of here" with your mouth closed.

Make whistling sounds while color gets a restless night’s sleep.

Take color skydiving while making the lowest tone possible.

Color falls off a ledge and makes a squishing sound on landing.

Color is a screeching car that crashes into your hand.

Color plays a game of tennis while singing, “la la la la la la”

All instructions end in an embrace

“Poems to be Read in a Church at Night to the Movement of a Stranger’s Snow Angel”

In depths unexpected

Beneath footprints determined to get home

Flake caked jeans continue to plow

Troughs for bone

Carving a gown

Or robe

Or military dress

The camera laugh is comfortable

Continue to plow

Troughs for bone

An expression barely visible

A speck of pink wool

A heavy wing beneath your arm

Is a sail for the spring

Determined to get home

************

In the documentation

You worry about disruption

A single hand pushes your sound

Out of the imprint

Where you drifted

How to how to how to

A masterpiece

In an open field

You fall fearlessly 

Through the glaring ground

Into the imprint

Where you drifted

How to how to how to

You’ve been here before

Textures always changing

You’re a delivery

Between ornaments for trees 

And winter bikinis

How to how to how to

************

In negative space

She never stopped smiling

Above thin trees

Alive in the cries of long winter creaks

In mirrored sunglasses

She conjures an image

For sunburned faces

Of packaged city dwellers

Before the sun turns

And pools wings with water

Before the sun turns

And burdens the worms to wander

Before the sun turns

And licks the germs with fire

Before the sun turns

And soaks the ground to mire

Maria in negative space

Never stopped smiling

************

A young body bundle

Into the bank

Lifeless its fallen

Into the frozen arms

Of an overworked winter

You can rest now in the body

Its been summoned

On the plasma screen for hours

You run mazes of dark

Long fangs

Puncture throats 

Like polished stone

But, you can rest now in the body

Its been summoned

Tap your heels

Flap your arms

Secure in the lens of your mother

In the distant trees

Wolves organize their chatter

But, you can rest now in the body

Its been summoned

************

Your long limbs speak

You say nothing

Scrapping a frozen bed of water

The fish are they moving?

Or are they frozen?

Your long limbs

Scrapping a frozen street

The cars are they moving?

You say nothing

Your long limbs

Scrapping a parking lot

The shoppers are they frozen?

You take time

To carve the mark

You clap your hands and smile

The camera pays witness 

A computer warm inside

Is moving the season forward