Tuesday, December 27, 2005

"Consequent Arms"

12/18/00

consequent arms falling aside
my fallen angel, peace on her closed eyes
subtle disturbance to what if he sees
fall in-towards our dreamland
for singular sense

so much evil secured through inheritance
insistant belief against soft eyes and face
nature believes as it ...
pulls wool to warm
souls and mild personalities

in resting conscience sight sifts evenly
falls gently held into consequent arms
to capture rememberance to the thought
nights and friends

-huey

Monday, December 26, 2005

"Did and Didn’t"

found this the other night .. one of my all time favorites..

05/11/05

if mother nature doesn’t kill you, then your neighbor will …
inject you with the pill that looks like thought but,
feels empty like it tastes
as silent, as it pokes at the chemical eyes in your brain
going you blind like street lights at 3 am
I did it, I didn’t, I did it, I didn’t, I did it, I didn’t, I did it, I didn’t ..
6 am knows the story better when decisions blink dead stop

still, cold rainy streets let you see deep into anything above
while searching elsewhere in angles for the line that stole your sight.
problems are just baked on things washed off later regardless the container
dissolve into resolve of newer things .. except the trace of how they came to be
did I, I didn’t

confessions wake heavy in comparrison to pale acceptance
I did or I didn’t .. won’t change worlds but perceptions or epitaphs
I did it.

-huey

"Occular Deficiancy"

10/26/05

conversations tilt
on & because of
one small word
lost to sight

conversations pivot
on & lose to
one small word
lost in sight

arguments fare worse
and often get lost in
conversations.

-huey

"The New Progression"

10/26/05

tempers slow, no fever worth mention.
the first 20 years excited criminal cells,
foamed a lathery fury in "how"

the next eight begun, swings back 'n forth
in a summer's pace
anylizing the beads in "what"

-huey
0..0..0..0..0..0..1..0..0..0

"My Spies Love the Fog"

11/15/05

she's easy on the eyes, soft on the soul's comfort
level for survival
& prospers on fond memories until bad ones hit
.. from bad scenes on nights involving fog.
until then, my spies love the fog.

she's a great dance partner, they say.
she leads but follows first.
she brings heaven down low on the most
deceptive nights ..
when Good hangs out with Bad and Lessons
learn .. all the key players tangle in firsts
for the rest of us to follow.

she's a fortunless partner in promise
to deliver them to their target dressed in deception,
return them home with interpretation
an innocent host of transportation .. a blindfold.

huey

"That's why we're Meant"

11/23/05
for Don McClean

how did he find those words to say
that made me cry & makes me cry this day
i can't re-order those words
to hear any same message
they're sungwards drawn to his story
matter of fact in tone

but we all know the words,
sing them well & feel the same.
cry uncontrolled & free with heart
and .. along the way .. understand..

-huey

"Why'd you go? Wendy Jo"

12/1/05

never once did i see you cry ... for real

as long as i can laugh-remember
energy low ride was your attraction
support machinery keeping alive
any chance at humor

you've left us full but an empty forever
without your presence to perpetuate.
it is easy to mourn and remember what
we had...
so much more to pay close attention to
what stands beside.

-huey

"Unmet Famous"

never met Morrison
never met Hendrix
never met Joplin,
scott or janice
though i did meet Ginsberg once by chance.

lords, ideals, impressions
autistic thought, artistic hang-ups
possibilities stop the patterns finding the way
to meeting the famous, friends of yours.

-huey

"Jill's Soup"

12/7/05

big rigitoni, not one kernel be lonely
carrot size truck tires
orange circles admired
green peas to please
under each teething squeeze
& pieces of parsley like elephant ears
just like My mom used to make
when i was a child.

-huey

"Party Time"

12/14/05

it's party time
the doors are bent
open for my escape
an escapade for doin' it

heads tilt forward
eyes squint blindness
into perfection's rule
thoughts focus along sight
in ice-cold accuracy

the mind's made up
do it.

-huey

"Don't use me Devil"

12/14/05

new rooms fill new words with missing vowels &
cluttered questions, extra letters
deception gets best dressed for the occasion

walk, stroll, cascaded in black polyester
waiting for something to spark a bright idea
in smug, crippled hand ... the reader need not know ...
writer-same knows all to well the lighter side of
darkness
pushing somewhat-inspired-the-hand of DARKNESS

.. LAST WORD.

-huey