big city seduction

the constant attack of the senses.
juxtaposition of metal and tree, grey and green
parks surrounded by bustling streets, growing buildings
monuments to the moment surrounded by water, land
trains, taxis, subways, feet
send busy bodies to and fro
filling streets deep with noises, conversations,
thousands of languages, fragment
upon fragment of phrases, sounds
dance around the air
bouncing from ear to ear, left to right,
as shoulders bump in the day, the night
and infinite possibility opens itself,
opens me to life, love, experience--fearlessly.

hills and valleys

depression.
the doubt, unknown
feeding the emotional
roller coaster
as questions
zipping through
the air
suction sanity
out of its place.
funtion
destroyed
until smiles restore
endorphins
peace
pictures of bliss
one place
big dreams
together
shared view
of sunsets
days on end.

a spring in my step

that spring in my step...look...can you see...
i think there's something good, around the corner, waiting for me...

the f*** shout

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhgggggggggggggggggggggggg!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and now i feel better.

circus in the street

a standing prance,

these princes wait for their princess

a beauty in white. brooklynized

in botanical bluebells and

clear water droplets.

they stand anxiously

wishing for grain, hay

a place to run free

away from the entrapments

of society.

to be free, like me.

pomp and circumstance

misery.

spring is in the air

today i gave up steroids.
last week i gave up
chocolate
wine
diet coke
tomatoes
baked goods
ginger
ketchup
citrus
cinnamon
mexican food
chinese food
anything with flavor.
...
i look better
i feel better
except for leaving all those seder treats on the jersey table.

all hearts and kisses

this is my reality.
i am experiencing
because of love.
i am writing
because of love.
i am here
because of love.
i will stay
because of love.
i will move again
because of love.
i will survive
because of love.
and i will make the
impossible reality
because of love.
love is in me.
love surrounds me.
love comes back to me
again and again.
this is my reality.
this is our reality.

a vision of peace

who is it that my eyes see

sitting there in front of me

a vision of beauty,

a pod of peace

a family, my family visiting me.

the smiles of starting out

no arguing, no screaming shout

simply pleasant thoughts

of what is to be

here in this crazy city.

can i have a hug please

or perhaps a teleport machine

something to bring them closer to me

so i can share with them

the peace they share with me.

good travel karma

can you imagine eating at a bad diner in chicago. sure. but can you imagine walking two blocks more to one of the best cups of hot chocolate you've ever tried. only to have another tourist sit next to you and say do you know if they open up the studios for free visits. no, no but now i'll see considering i love art, music and exploring 19th century architecture. yes they do and yes it's great meeting print makers, jewelry makers and people knitting plastic skylines.

can you imagine snow in april. maybe. but can you imagine walking into a bank to deposit a check and running into a party. yes a party with wine, mimosas, gourmet food and caricature artists ready to draw a picture of you and your lover. art showing in a bank, guitar players and singers, a growing crowd of bank goers standing around watching, eating, loving the happenstances of free food and liquor--of life and good travel karma.

this says it all

__________________________________. ____________. _________! __________!! ________!!! _________________________!!!! ________________________!!!!!

writer's block.

escape

the sandman beckons. i respond to his call with closed eyes and a half moon upon my lips. prepared to enter the land of mangled realities, i relax in his wake. i follow his trail and walk deeper into the sea of discovery. this is my escape. i float to freedom once again.

she sings

she stinks. she's nauseous. she's toxic. she's on the brink of breakdown. but she's sure. sure that she'll survive tomorrow and the next day. she'll be one step closer to knowing. knowing the future. understanding the next step. smothering the negative with positive thoughts of sexy seductions and sensual satisfactions--by she to he and he to she. yes. smiles and satisfying sensations release endorphins to kung fu sack the sadistic blues thrown at she--she the mighty sister, the self confident goddess, the subject of serials.

a blob of goo

today i felt on the brink of break up. not with my lover but with myself. as each day passes more slowly than the last, faster does reason leave me. it continues to seep out of me--a steady stream of light--into a black hole so deep, i cannot lap it up again. the pool splashes and toys with my mind. the sounds, a constant reminder of the tragedy besieging me--leaving me a blob of goo. oh, but what to do with this maddening loss? i strive for direction, a plug to stop the logic from leaving, a position to put me back together--but nothing comes to the rescue. so it goes--draining my body, my ego, my strength. one day i will laugh at it all...i only hope it will be the laughter of knowledge and not the laughter of insanity that emerges.