Ask Give Take

Her drought

has run

out of blue and crimson sunset

give me the breaks and she

will grind them.

He and they walk

ask give take

why the fuck not why the fuck so

Let go, let go, breathe and remember to remember to remember to

let go

take toes dipped

in sunlight driven by lust of gold

she stumbles, I catch.

she gives

I grow.




Happy Can Be Hard.

What to write when the time is right

What to write when it is shinning

What to type when I am on and tight

What to say when it is okay

What to do when your fine with you

You’ve lost your anger token

I’ll ask you this and you may ask too

What about happy

 is so hard to use?



Taken in small sips of sound.

Melody given to me…I breathe

I take it in in small sips of sound…sip…sip….feel and feel again

taken to another time with the turn

of the phrase and the moan

of the violin stringed monster

of love and honor.


Tonight I take in my own mind and call it


just fine

by me


like I listen to the song I listen

to the melody of me

turn on tune.

Turn on.




“What  you think of me I cannot take,” the bull whispers to the goat.  “You find me too big and brutish with wisdom and I find you grumpy and brittle with anger.”

“You disgust me!” the goat yells back, pieces of can escaping from his mouth. “Why won’t you just love me?”

“Why won’t you just love me?”

“Why won’t you just love me?”

“We’re repeating ourselves.” The bull huffs.

The bull walks.

The bull writes, paints, feels, cries, tries and fails.

“I do love you.”