Monday, January 31, 2011

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Approach.

I'm so dizzy with how things are,
I have no idea
how to make them closer
to what I want.

Back to living in a cave,
I think,
where the Raven World
can't tap, tap, tap
at the windows
to your Soul.

Monday, January 24, 2011

Smoke and Mirrors.

It's sunset and Ilana and I hold hands as Zebra plays and the first stars appear and the sounds and the wind and the smell of pot all drench the scene in teenage dreams and there's JC and there's Lyly and an older couple are in front of us leaning against each other in tender surrender as I tell my friend - Shit, Laney, if someone were to Love me right now I'd explode with joy, I'd contort into rainbows and become one of those stars and that would be it for me, I'd be gone...She smiles, and it's enough, more than enough, to be beside such a friend, and you can probably see it in these words, this shift, building for so long, and finally carrying me upon long forgotten feathers of freedom and glee. And I do miss Love, I miss Love, but at the same time, I am surrounded by it, more than ever before, so much so that I sometimes need to sit alone and bring myself back to Earth, unused to everything being so...

I can't talk about it.

Besides, it was focus that made this all happen, and with four months to go until The New World, it's focus I need the most.

But...these rainbows -

They sure can make a man giddy...

Sunday, January 23, 2011



Tonight! Rooftop! Beach House!
Two paths intertwined

Upon
each
rests
its own
goodbye.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

The halos lights
Look good with the ringing
Fog bells
Orion dead in the arc
But you can't tell
Lead gray eclipse above
Hiss of the snakes
Rolling beside us
We are thrown into the shade
I think we'll be okay
The echo of the muffled drums
Don't be overwhelmed by that
If you think this is hard work
You've never seen work
Feel for your charm
Take out your good luck
We're getting close to the edge
Do what you know
Do a good job
You're getting closer to the end
What do you know
I know the song of the road
The song of the road


Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Debut.

If you're interested, here's what I'll call the first, but in reality it's about the fifth, album I've been having fun recording at home for a year.

Click the pic to download.






















I'll start writing words again soon. It's been a long time...

And now, also this:


Tuesday, January 4, 2011

I'm not There.





















Just a mental picture. If you will. A moment in time I need to hold. I wrote it here...

It's the second last night. I'm standing on a rooftop, in a garden, in Brooklyn. The lights of Manhattan burn seductive all around me. It whispers things this city. Depending on where you walk, where you are. You can hear the minds of the people you pass. You can hear the sensuous calls of the high buildings. But I'm standing across the river, safe above an apartment and I'm smoking a cigarette and that's when I notice on the roof of the building across the street another man, leaning in the same position. Smoking a cigarette. He turns. He's doing something. Music. Music starts and it's Radiohead and it's LOUD and I see him climb upon a chair and stare out where I'm staring and he punches his fists in the air with glee and I throw my arms out and scream, FUCK YEAH, and we both dance in the fire of the moment, beneath the Power of New York City, and the song nails that moment in my head forever as I close my eyes and let the intoxicating feeling of being alive carry me across the sky.

It's just that I finally found the song

So that moment. For me. One last time.

To this:


Even sea goats have birthday wishes.

Monday, January 3, 2011