only do what counts...to you

do you ever?
yes.
and then summer comes
in the middle of snowshoes
cursive trees in the sun
shine move around the
sky hunts the ground

yes. upon an old picture
without my mind
a roadtrip we took
looking at it today you
had hair blown every
way

when you ask why
the timeghosts tire
restless in coffee cup
wishes and ready to
tell you
give it all up
for you

The bullshit story stops here.

Leaving 2012, I've just realized a major lesson from the year and it came to me from an unlikely source. Remember Felix Baumgartner; he jumped out of space and became the first person to break the sound barrier without an "enclosure". He said, "The only thing standing between you and your goal is the bullshit story you keep telling yourself as to why you can't achieve it." At first I was resistant to this macho sentiment. It sounds a little egotistic and hoorah, go-get-em. But like the best lessons, as I've thought about it, this has become more true and impactful in my life.

First, you have to have a goal, but most importantly, you have to stop coming up with the reasons why you can't achieve it. This directly confronts our insecure nature and makes us stop and listen to the whiny "cant's" and hear them for the bullshit that they are.
So, no more "no's", no more "what if this or that did or didn't...", no more "well then how am i going to pay for...". No. No more bullshit story. Just steps in the direction of my dreams which I've had enough time formulating while I was also busy formulating their impossibility.
This year I will move toward what I want to achieve and I will not let anyone, least of all me, tell me why I can't.

I wish anyone reading this the same good fortune of discovering the heart of confident and authentic intention and manifestation, even in the most unlikely places.

go inside the bluest blood, come back kid.

say to me that newness exists
that you forget the formula
for haiku, and your stories remind
you of me. say that somewhere
it still matters which color
underwear i might choose for
today, which i am still awake in
blushing before bed...time to
remember how to land again...
damn.

set a setting and recombine, sometimes it's just what arises, and then what you miss and what continues to vex you, perplex you, after all you've analyzed; what lasts to put you solidly in your place. which place is where? well certainly limned in the minds of this degenerative generation, location is now "cloud"ed, where rain comes from to ruin barns and fuel corn and soy extravaganzas. upside is tonight down shown...

daywash

around every corner
this blasphemous day
disappears before forever
comes to dismantle
its secret hollows

we lay down on the concrete
stare at the darkening sky
and whisper the symptoms
of remembering flight from
our flightless station

love, in fact, imbues time
with its due dimension
saturates summer days
and distends them without
discretion

we go around in this light
like living on a ship
where something loved
has been thrown overboard
and see its absence as
clearly as itself

bring me a long rope
to haul in the shadows
of all that i've shed on
these seas and a shovel
to erase the decks

R. Sonnet

we are
the whole mess
of us
dizzied spinning
vertical goes the
horizon in our blood
a song

we whirl
and up come alliances
pointed eyes
memorized bedrooms
put forth pleas
you capsize
me

inside crescendos
recur – our skin
tingles to forget
this planet

antitextspeak

1.15.2012

write a wrinkle
out a finished
word a finch that
ends a sentence

entertainment takes
a swift stroll through
scholarship makes
for wobbly minds

where winter rewinds
us into an open or
otherwise openable
compendium

an afterego aura
a landslide toward
midnight come back
doesn’t cut it

upside is or isn’t
tautology is histrionic

fireflies

life is a mess
or so it seems
a jangle and jumble
and we go insistently,
resiliently through

but we go haltingly
and abitoff pace,
go and sometimes
synchronize: fireflies
in a giant jar