Archive for: April, 2006

On The Island

on the island
i sleep in the trees
never touch the ground
i make fires
on the island
can’t you see the smoke
don’t you know love
when it calls your name?

the men on the ships
they shoot their pistols
they can’t bear the thought
of my eyes

at night i go down
to the ocean
my feet never
touch the ground
i drink from the sea
my belly hurts from it
but oh,
i drink from the sea

when the moon is not looking
i will set it on fire
can’t you see the smoke
don’t you know love
when it calls your name?

The Secretary

i saw you talking
to the secretary
but you fell and
busted your head
all the butterflies spilled out
spilled out
spilled out
spun their cocoons
turned into travelling salesmen
in the middle of a joke
about travelling salesmen

the secretary laughed
you went out for drinks
the butterflies lay all around

what happens to butterflies
when the joke
dies?
what happens to butterflies
when the joke
dies?

they lie in their beds
and think of your head

then a golden fog comes
to take them away

then the golden fog
slips under your pillow
and the secretary who was sleeping
just opens her eyes.

A Wonder

a man came up to me
and said boy
would you like to see a wonder?

i’ve know a room that will turn you
old
i mean, older than
the dirt
and even your grandfather’s
dirt
so i spent the rest of the day
in the room with the man
we stared at the walls
and each other
somebody smoked a cigarette

and when i walked outside
i looked the same as before

but everyone else had gotten so
young
all of them all of them all of them
babies
so i kicked up my feet
in my favorite chair
in the middle of the street
and fell right
to sleep

and all the babies tugged at my ears
crawled all around
some of them cried
somebody smoked a cigarette

i heard that man
sells peaches now
in a roadside stand
but sometimes he’ll say
boy
would you like to see a wonder?

Side to Side

the sparrows
threw a party
they moved the trees
from side to side
they took a picture of the cake
they passed out in a wading pool
they spun around
until they fell
to the bottom of the trees
where i held you in your bed
they looked at me and said,
“lookit
lookit
lookit
that man,
he’s crying”

the great grandchildren of the sparrows
were passed out in a wading pool
“wake up,” i said.
they kissed my forehead
and together we flew away
as you slept
in your little bed
as the trees moved
from side to side