"I Love You Electric"

05/30/14

in a time wave machine
not much can happen
between the words
"i love you"

faster than it seems
possible to change things
last minute or a second
chance to take it back

even add to accentuate
the meaning of the tone
time is just not there
for these three words alone.

-huey

"Everything Beautiful Must Die (But Not Right Now)"

for Amy Winehouse

05/21/2014

Moms and Dads pass away
friends, brothers, sisters
aunts and "ants"
uncles, etcetera

everything beautiful must die
...but not right now.
waiting on a hypocritical moment to desire
life as it is but with out the critical hype
in self

time flops over time
like clothes, worn, in a machine
what feels comfortable
and what feels new
that choice

-huey

"Living Without"

05/16/14

tears they flow and
fears they follow and
comfort sings
about tomorrow

memories strong and
reality mellow
about the past
and yells to you,
"you're living without"

dialectic life and
you miss your loved one, too
improvise a wisdom
looked for in your past

here it is today and
was it lost on the day of last
was it here tomorrow
living without.

-huey

"Solitude"

06/04/09
(for Susan)

parking spaces are just painted lines in wide open spaces
walls, windows, floors, ceilings; children of mother earth
reshaped against their will, their original selves to become
containers of wills still free

in solitude your child self of mother earth remains free
untouched but for the minds & hearts you alone allow
to reshape into a greater form of self
void of concrete & paint to cover up and contain
but with help & insight to grow

and to shine again

-huey

"Cyclic Redundancy"

06/03/09

crooked pamphlets in the self-serving wire rack
rules lists: no cell phones, smoking, no howard stern!

time machines from the future travel to our present
to unload museums of '70's vinyl for sitting, not playing
and sitting among these structural throws
are lives that are living, strangers acting as straight,
proud pamphlets informing newer strangers, and now they
are friends

old friends leave as new strangers arrive
alive and well passing within the ward
& the established patterns of cyclic redundancy,
common in every soul... to help.

-huey

"Match Heads"

05/30/09

ignition, burn.
extending match heads race down arms of reach
to discover beneath if the feeling goes deeper
than the surface

insight goes blind when cells stop the chase
frozen paths exhausted, no touch left to feel
the bond of cut & overwhelming mind
an abundance of cells, no more qualified to think
than the action of the hand's motion at it's birth

and the eye's dinner divulges subject matter
presumed for soul alone to consume
& the rest goes blind & hungry for the night
alive.

-huey

"Blindsight 20/20"

05/30/09

my eyes are the friction in my box of matches brain.
the mouths feeding my soul with the sadness in truth.
the reassurance that my therapist's opinion
is no more than a confirmation of my paranoia upon myself.

conclusive devices used in an abusive exploitation
of rewriting the faster unraveling story
where the alternative to acceptance,
true horror of pain is revealed.

-huey