Monday, November 29, 2010

karl kurla

i was born black
i could call this
my country
i wasn't
i can't
it isn't

Monday, November 22, 2010

take a voyage

take a voyage 
on the rolly polly
honkey nut sea
bougainvillea fills gutters
replaces rain
- a crimson fall

i want to hear if it can be done alone
don’t stand
be aware of emergency exits

things someone said
i can’t
i am sorry
i am sorry
i can’t
things someone else said
you don’t think
i can do this
i don’t think
i can do this
you don’t think

so much empty
so much no meaning
so much not here

it’s about more into less
it’s about nothing i know
it’s about being here before

when clouds part
stars become visible

i am fallen
stones grind my bones
twigs spear my side flesh
blood is silver in the wound

my open mouth fills with moonlight
i swallow
rain begins 

Monday, November 15, 2010

tell it right

when i look up
its only the ginger plant
scratching at the window
but here alone
deep in afternoon
reading your lifes reason
it could be demons
sent to make sure
i tell it right
sent to make sure
i dont forget
the pain the love the pain

Friday, November 12, 2010

dark n'stormy

he drank Dark n’Stormy.
not very subtle
i said
dark and stormy

Wednesday, November 10, 2010


crucified himself in secret
seeker with a  hypodermic
hammered dead to the bed
ran to paradise
separated body and soul
as promised by seventies rock sages
the golden years
bop! bop! bop!
not living to sing the tale.