Impressions

Stepping into the light,

Standing in the shadows,

Dripping with sun and sweat,

Feeling the salty textures.

Running Away

My fans have all left town,

Family pressures are turning the screw,

My inderwear and socks are stuffed in a paper bag,

On my way thinking of you.

Evolution

Entering a room,

Wanting to be someone else,

Feeling the cool grass on the back of my neck,

Staring into the greyness,

Dancing with heart,

Standing up for the boy,

Breathing in and out.

Fire in the Hood

Large honking and sirens scream thru the late ghetto nite,

City heat wakes up the neighboring shadows,

A lone figure runs from the scorching memory,

The last house standing burns alone.

Greetings

The early morning air,

Quiet greetings,

Secrets locked in plastic bags,

Many farewells.

Lines

The squiggly lines of truth,

Wiggle thru my day.

Each color over lapping

Playing melodic undertones

And dissonant harmonies.

Family Day

It's family day at comedy central,

The bird clowns are in their glory.

Hats have been passed all around,

Each clan has it's story.

Quiet Waiting

I can't remember what I said,

My past keeps popping up in the shadows.

My twin is dead,

She speaks to me in the quiet moments of waiting.

Ooh Cookies

It doesn't play movies,

It doesn't wash my socks,

It doesn't do anything, But load me up with sugar.

Must be cookies.

What Up Daddyo

I snap like a twig Daddyo,

You can find me in the wind,

I grow like a seed Daddyo,

When you go out, I go in.

Landing

My heart flutters at the thought,

I feel my toes scrape the hardened crust,

Coming in maxed out,

Beathing the heat and gauging the thrust.

On The Ground

I've paid my dues,

I flapped and flapped,

Til my wings fell off.

I've earned my bruises,

Till my color faded,

And I landed on the ground.

Struttin'

Struttin' and posin' and posturin',

That is all we know.

We know what we know,

In a moment it's gone,

The dream has turned into a dream.

Standing Pat

Textured thinking got me here,

I travel on flow and rhythm.

Thick knotts hold me up too loose,

I tighten up for them.

Face the Music

To face the music I turn my head,

Moving kind of slow.

I answer the question,

Then get fed,

So I get up and go.

Strut

I can't tell you where I'm going,

Seems to have a mind of its own.

One foot in front of the other,

No moss on this rolling stone.

Got Your Back

Keep walkin', I got your back,

Stop stallin',you tot no excuses.

No one is sneaking up on you,

Stop looking back, I'm here.

At The Beach

Sand in my salt,

Blue in my eater,

Green in my hair,

Glare on my goggles,

Sun in my eyes,

Pause in my speech.

Take Me Home

Take me home,

Don't lock me up,

I need some air right quick.

I'll knot some sheets,

And break a glass,

And hit you with my stick..

Birds Tail

Birds tall tail tales,

Preaching to the choir,

It was this! big,

It took off fast,

I believe there was a fire.

Away

Wam! it came down,

Quick as a fox,

Sharp as a tack now,

She woke up empty and weak,

Got my attention,

with her walking stick.

She can move when she wants.

On the Street

You can't hide on the street Homes.
Can't run from yourself,
Willie'll get you one way or the other,
On the inside or the out.

Giggles

After a hard workday,

What can you rely on, giggles.

Feeling shy and awkward,

All I hear are giggles.

Spread em Wide

The coolness under my wings,

The crispness of vision,

Flapping recent memories gone,

Using current currents.

Onward Forward

Onward forward into the thick,

Arrogant youth forgetting it quick,

Remembering nothing that history claims,

Grabbing at popular, clutching at fame.

Familiar Respite

One minute this,

The next that,

Meaningles thinking,

Meaningful thought.

Contact

First contact,

Second alert,

Third touch,

Fourth goodbye.

Sneaking Around

Knows what he wants,

Keeps it in mund,

Sneaking around in the night.

Thing that we do,

In the heat of the dark,

Always comes out in the light.

Day Out

I came to pick her up.

I came to Take her out.

All the history keeps coming back,

Makes me want to run away and shout.

Time of Day

Maybe the time of day is significant,

Maybe the chance in a glance.

Maybe it;s the smell of the particle board air,

Or a chance of a game in the dance.

Respite

Sitting on a cloud, taking my time, breathing the night air,

The clunk, clunk, clunk of the one legged manbird,

Whistles a tune that escapes me.

Relying on the strength of a spider web,

I pass the time in front of me.

Hipster

Hipster, dipster, what's up man?

Can you lend a bird a dime?

I'm being bombarded with particle thoughts,

Confusing the hipster with rhyme.

Fan Dance

One step to the left,

Crack a couple of ribs.

Turn your chest into a fan.

You're doing the fan dance.

Signal

Lower your flaps.

Steady, steady, staedy as she goes.

Raise up, raise up you're not gonna makeit.

I'm thinking non-thoughts again.

Occupational Therapy

Raise up your arms and count to ten,

You can sit right there and do it.

Come on miss Margaret once again,

Your medicare will pay for it.

Stand Up

Stand up and take your punishment.

Stand up and crow.

Breathe the material into the spirit.

Do the best you can.

Peripheral Vision

Soft corners,

The lazy eye listens.

The complexity of vision,

Blurs perception.

Birdwoman

She understands the change,

And tells her story,

She draws her mystery,

Until the wee hours lift.

Surprise Encounter

Turning a crooked corner,

Inevitable encounters prove fate,

What you give is what you get,

As the burning hoopty stops at the dollar bill.

Walking

She wants what she wants,

Her reach is short

Give her a cookie,

She walks to the white house where her mother lives.

Anybody Home?

I just popped in,

From where is confusing.

Where do you want me to go?

What do you want me to do?

Birdman's Mom Chills

Resting before the fight,

In the space between memory and now,

A cigar store icon,

Lost in broken time.

In a Straight Line

The forms matter not,

Irelevant of their origins,

Held together by string, bubble gum and popsycle sticks,

They are on their way.

It Doesn't Mean Anything

He searches for meaning in the words,

They pass him by,

He searches for meaning in your eyes,

They are closed to him.

Changing Form

The images are true,

If somewhat ambiguous,

The names have been changed

To protect the innocent.

Walking On Shaky Ground

The solid has become unstable,

Loud clicking and cracking noises have been heard,

I walk with nimble steps gingerly,

And remember my breakfast.

Good Intentions

With the material in my hand,

Virtual reality becomes a distant memory.

The true experience lives again,

And changes right before my eyes.

The Twenties

I wouldn't do it again.
I remember the arrogance,
The constant inconsistencies,
The alcoholic haze and the identity question

Lost Memories Too

Where am I living?

I've never been here before.

I need to buy crayons for the boys.

Take me home to the white house on Evans.

Lost Memories

Where is Doll?

You know my mother just died,

Ben has a new grey car,

I'm so mixed up.