Breakfast after the affair
2004-06-12 20:40:04 ET

It was the simplest thing
In the world,


They come from chickens.
I was supposed to be
eating them for breakfast.
But, I just let them sit there.
2 yellow eyes staring
up accusingly at me.
Lost in your paper,
you didnít seem to notice
Them jeering.
And all I could think of

was if you ever found out

how I would never have
the chance to cook you Eggs.
The whole world fixated on
those Yellow Yokes.
Those Yellow Yokes became the sun
around which all the galaxies rotated.
Singularly, blindingly, terrifying,
was the


that I would never
get to cook you Eggs.
And the secret I shared with my runny breakfast

I could not share with you.

And you asked me if I didnít like my eggs.
Perhaps I should scramble them?

Just like us.


Haiku #14
2004-06-12 20:38:31 ET

riding silently
radio playing Tom Waits
- Begining anew.
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Into My Arms
2004-06-05 08:51:27 ET

I don't believe in an interventionist God
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

And I don't believe in the existence of angels
But looking at you I wonder if that's true
But if I did I would summon them together
And ask them to watch over you
To each burn a candle for you
To make bright and clear your path
And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love
And guide you into my arms

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

And I believe in Love
And I know that you do too
And I believe in some kind of path
That we can walk down, me and you
So keep your candlew burning
And make her journey bright and pure
That she will keep returning
Always and evermore

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

- Nick Cave

It's a Hard-Knock Life for Bugs
2004-06-04 09:01:52 ET

Do ants take a break?
from their busy work day?
Do they clock in and out
who's to say
when one shift starts
and another shift ends
and what are the benefits
for our tiny worker friends?
Maybe there's a world under our feet
that no one even knows about
a civilized, consumer world
of ant past times and recreation
maybe each ant
has a story to tell
and a house
with a family to feed, as well
or maybe they're brainless
feeding the queen
and moving on
so the next generation
can feed and produce
and dig and consume
and start the tunnel
fresh and anew
ants have it hard, no doubt about it
but maybe they ain't so differ-

oops. lunch break's over.
back to work.

2004-06-04 08:57:38 ET

I'm waiting for someone
to open the door
that will let me do
the things I came for.
Nothing I can do
I've done all I can do
It's up to them
to stop by now
and open up the door

I came at once
a man alone
a man with a plan
and a cellular phone
but who will I call?
who will help
when I can't reach who I need
and I cannot help myself

I did this once before
when I was just a child
I left my keys
and sat outside
waiting till mom
came and rescued me

and twenty years hence
what has happened since?
what has changed
where have I gone
I'm still outside
and waiting
for chance to let me in
or for some kind soul
to comfort me
as the dark, cold night sets in

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