re: nearly five hundred posts........

hello friends, fans, foe and lovers.......

here's a quick poem and some photos i just found on my iphone from recent travels.......

the poem is a quick kiss goodnight, and the images are places to take you in your dreams.......

Bakery, Deli.......
are some of the signs
i read as i sit
on a bus
slowly weaving
and winding it's way
through town
like a thick piece of yarn
ready to snap back
my eyes pierce the eyes
of those fortunate enough
to drive automobiles

stuck in the glow of a red light

and i see into their worlds
at fleeting moments
a silent invasion over
the already conquered

we wait for the light
to change

red light

beautiful woman
i see you
stuck in traffic
beside the bus
your child wailing
and rolling away
in the seat behind you

come with me
my love
and we will abandon
our worlds
cut through our chains
form our own bonds
and escape our worlds
our pressures
our "responsibilities"

we will live at last
free to submit to our desires
to accommodate each other
our needs our fantasies
and we will grow stronger
by commandeering
convenience stores late into the night
and declare war upon palaces
of poverty

bingo halls

and they will no longer hold the poor ransom
as we burn and pillage
our way across kanata and les etats unis
and ultimately
the world

standing before you
i will take your purple
tank-top off
and taste you
letting my tongue
trace the lines and curves
of your body
like time
and your husband never
could

beautiful woman
come with me
and together
we can burn
in the cities
of
the night........

a free prize goes to the lucky person who can guess where these tour photos were taken?

until next time lovers,


cb

The crow is at my lips......

The flood and the fire are true:

The bone and the gristle are true

The snake and the bite are true

The corpse and the stench are true

The homeless and the poverty are true

The knife and the meat are true

The flawed and forgotten are true

The lover and the baby are true

The street and the exhaust are true

The smoke and the sewers are true

The sunset and the night are true

The moon and the lovers are true

The blood and the blade are true

The planes and the ground are true

The thunder and the lightning are true

The pawnshops and the hunger are true

The addictions and alcohol are true

The need and bills are true

The struggle and hope are true

The family and the love were true

But I lost my way

And in turn

Lost them

And now I struggle through it all

To find my way back

To a beginning without them

At the end of the day

It’s not how you died

But how you lived

And what you have left behind

For the ones

You loved.

 

The crow is at my lips:

The snake is in my bones

The worms dig inside of me

The eyes were the first to go

Live with her a few months

You’ll know the longest days of your life

I loved her though

Enough to have three kids

Car payments, rent, bills, and the noise

Something was wrong inside her

It was like being in a drunken boat

Never knowing which way it was going

How long it would last this time

Before the next break up

Towards the end there she got good

Knives would unfurl from her tongue

Blades would sing by my head

She said I was just like my mother

She really knew how to hurt a guy

I ran for the door

The crow was at my lips

The snake inside my bones

I thought of our children

But knew I had to escape

Even for just a little while

Until she cooled off

Until she made sense

But that didn’t happen

Another guy happened

But that’s okay now

She’s his problem now

And I just want to see our kids

There’s no going back

She’ll probably end up knocked up again

I know her routines

She is so lost

And has no family

It is painful to watch her

I know her addictions

I don’t know her plans

Just as long as she doesn’t drag

The kids through hell

The crow is at my lips

The snake inside my skull

I am a lonely night

Full of people wanting to die

Wanting to live

Wanting a way out

But not willing to work for it

I am the curse on her lips

The drag of her cigarette

The glimmer in her eyes

As he mounts her from behind

And slowly slips it inside her.

 

This is as real as it gets:

The cold sea wind on my face

The water crashing against the shore

The dark sky above

The tattered sails as we push towards land

The thunder booming loud and hungry

The beer and wine were green and lousy

I think back to shore leave and

The young deck hand

With some whore in his arms (strangely, she looked like my ex)

As he worked it in and out

And she moaned and her red hair tossed

And flowed

That smile on his face

That malice in his eyes

Feral and hungry

I couldn’t take it

I smashed everything

Took a box of memories to mail back

The boat heaves

The hull groans

The captain is down

And its just me and the deck hand

And I’ll make sure only one of us

Makes it to shore.

these are the great days........

These are the great days:

I’m at her house

It is very comfortable

It is very warm

It is feminine

yet creative and bold

She is very beautiful

And charming

And has a baby

Who is also beautiful

And charming

And together

Her and I drive around

In the day

At night we drink wine

And gin

And beer

And vodka

We play music together

Every night

The conversation is engaging

Her cooking is tremendous

We make plans to conquer the world

She worries we’ll stop making art

And I tell her not to worry

Because there is no other way out

of this boring sterile world

I think she is skeptical

But trusting

And I am trusting

And like any man

With a beautiful woman

Feel blessed to be in her presence

And though all the hell

I’ve been through

In the recent past

I don’t feel trepidation

Or fear

As we let nights and days

Fall from the calendar

And I don’t fear

Us

Ever stopping

The creativity

Or the time between us

Or what people will say

Or contentment

Or boredom

Because I know we’re both

Too crazy for that to ever happen

And I’m going to strike the iron

And stoke the forge

And fan the flames

For these are the great days at last

And I never want them to end.

Wake up:

You wake up

On her bed

Its nice and warm

The traffic drones outside

She lays beside you

Her long dark hair

Always looks perfect

You trace the outlines of her face

With your finger and

Move in for a kiss

As she continues to sleep

Watching her for a few moments

Before slipping out of bed

Down the hall to the bathroom

And then into the kitchen to make some coffee

As you wait for the water to boil

You wonder where she has been

All this time

While you were in the madhouses

The factories

The dead end jobs

The other women each seeming

To be more crazy

Than the other

And all those horrible nights

Those lonely nights

The ones you got down

And prayed

For mercy

For tenderness

For a lover

And then those aching minutes

Between drinks

In run down bars in other cities

Some days raining

The window beating a pitter patter

Of sorrow as the water

Streamed down

Some days sunny

But you still in the pubs

Escaping the heat

The sweat

The dust on your brow

Sweat streaming down your back

Sipping shitty beer

Praying you don’t end up like the rest

Where was she all that time

Between the dark and night

And it was her eyes

You saw hope and promise

Brilliant as a star cutting

Through the darkness

Saving you at last.

Shacked up:

We had been shacked up

Up six weeks solid

Day in

Day out

On the road

Town to town

Doing whatever we wanted

Just traveling

Doing gigs

Taking hundreds of photos

Of our journey

Living the good life

She brought her baby

I brought our guitars

And our car was sometimes smelled

as hungover

As we were

But we didn’t care

We had moments of clarity

Moments of desire

Moments of laughter

Moments of tenderness

And vulnerability

And we didn’t care what the world thought

We weren’t alone

We had each other

And that was all we needed

To hold back the darkness

The gossip

The boredom

The envy

The hate

Of a small town

We had finally started to escape.