I'm not sure the right 
way to say it, but the sky's 
beautiful in your eyes.

It's hard to know how 
to say, in just the right way, 
that this night is cool.

The mosquitoes, the
roaches even the squirrels are
bolder here. My heart.

Her shirt said, "I brought
the awesome. What did you bring?"
And I thought, 'The noise.'

The sounds of evening
were floating through the windows.
Sounds of quieting.

With a lotta love
and just a little time it'll all 
start to feel better.

It's been a rough day,
Soldier, but you made it through.
Call it Victory.

The people sway with
the rhythm of the train. The
train sways with the land.

The immensity
just hit me. Depths, layers that
only gods could know.

I got nothin'. I 
rolled the dice, played the hand and 
all I got's nothin'.

Color and light come 
through my eyes. I feel layers
building from within.

Love is a dog from
Hell and sometimes it's a sweet
kitten from Heaven.

The center of every
universe lies in every 
heart in every home.

This haiku is for
you, dear. Oh and you and you
and you and you, too.

From this height I can
see the tops of the trees; the 
wind blowing the leaves.

I think I've felt 
every feeling there is to feel.
Then I feel one more.

It is only love 
that could be the death of my 
heart a million times.

Today all the sadness
in the world is making 
me feel really sad.

I thought about them
and cried and then I dreamt
about them all night long.

It's too late to talk
now, but I'll be dreaming of
your voice all night long.

"Her light dress fell like
petals. 'I love everything,'
she heard herself say."
                    -The Amazing Bone

It's that moment when 
you realize you are really,
really far from home.

I fell in love with 
the butcher and left my heart 
in New York City.

I remember the 
barefoot wildness of childhood.
I miss it so much.

There was so much I 
wanted to say to you, love, 
but now you're asleep.

The shadows are not 
the same here and neither are 
the sounds that they make.

I should be writing
about the city, but I'm too 
busy loving it.

The rain's different here. 
So are the sirens. A stranger 
in a strange land.

All around me I 
could see sands wet with rain 
except from where I stood.

The sky was good to
me today. It held me with
its cool, cloudy arms.

The nurse is to the 
doctor as the food-runner 
is to the waiter.

Hey, look out New York, 
New York! No sleep til Brooklyn 
for these New York Dolls.

Smell the sun. It smells 
like passion and aggression 
and never quitting.

I can't look away
from your devil's face even 
though I know I should.

Then he wrote, "We must
not touch our idols. The gilt
sticks to our fingers."
                                     -Flaubert

As I watched my
daughter sleeping soundly I 
thought,  "Please don't grow up."

"The tide is high, but
I'm holding on. I'm gonna 
be your number one."
                             -John Holt

I hear cheering down
the street. Like they're playing a
game. I'm kinda jealous.

The pages smelled like
an old-growth forest. The dust 
flew and made me sneeze.

As surely and
instantly as I felt it, I
felt it no longer.

Inspiration comes
from living things, growing, dying;
the things that breath life.

A good writer 
doesn't just talk well, but he listens
really well, too.

A storyteller,
dreamer, dramatist, historian;
the poet showman.

Your lips were so warm.
Mine were on fire. I wanted
your kiss forever.

her hair back-lit by 
the sun, waving from the playground,
smile in her heart

Good things come to those
who wait and, also, sometimes 
to those who don't wait.

I delight in you 
knowing me, not knowing me, 
clinging and not to me.

She dreamed of the 
city and their lives swinging in 
hammocks by the sea.

I could hear the guy
next door snoring, but he moved.
Now I hear a new guy.

I think Madonna
said it best when she said,
"I need a holiday."

I sat on the bed
to watch her sleep, because I
missed her so much.

Oh, what shall we do 
with a drunken sailor, early 
in the morning?

I don't want to think
about poems. I want to 
feel the sun, air, stars.

This morning the birds
and I woke up while it was 
dark. Before the sun.

the sounds of children 
floating through windows sharp, quick, 
loud aggressive love

The words so 
beautifully put together were gone 
before I said them.

Thinking that so much
of my life is dictated 
by that girl, the moon.

I love reading. I 
hate vacuuming. That is all 
for today. Thank you.

"I wanna see it 
when you find out what comets, stars, and 
moons are all about."
                                   -Built To Spill

She said I smelled like 
happiness and that just 
made me happier.

I looked and then looked
again and suddenly my 
hands looked very old.

Inspiration, like
a coy, shy child hides from me. Don't 
worry, I'll find her.

He played the Jazz Suite 
on his violin, not well.
It made my heart swell.

The colors speak to 
me of spring, the baby sleeps,
the fan whirs it's song.

You'll never know the
depths of my heart for those depths 
surprise even me.

If only looks could
kill. You'd be totally dead right 
now, mother fucker.

I remember Spain
and Marfa, the heat and who
we were way back then.

I'm watching my soap.
If I had bon bons right now 
I'd be eating them.

"You should have been good 
to me. Then I wouldn't get 
so rowdy, rowdy!"
                                      -M.I.A.

"You don't need money, 
don't take fame. Don't need no credit 
card to ride this train." 
                                     -Huey Lewis

You haven't gone yet, 
but when you do I will miss 
you so very much.

The moon looked so 
pretty sitting behind those clouds
waiting for the wolves.

Like a flower trapped 
in the attic I lean to 
the light that seeps through.

I've questioned my place 
in society, but not 
my place in this world.

You learned to walk by
leaning against me.Thank you. 
Thank you so very much.

I feel like I've taken 
this road before. Back then the 
view was different.

I want to make love
to you while Huey Lewis 
plays on the radio.

The guy with white shoes
kept looking at the girl with
the short white blouse on.

I want to be with you
the way we were before
we had our children. 

The train whistle blows
at night. It sounds different than 
it does at day break.

He said his life was 
art. He did everything like 
it meant something big.

Tiny bubbles
bubbled out of her. She squealed and 
sucked on her fingers.

The air was cold, 
quiet in the early morning. 
The streets were alone.

I remember that 
cafe in Spain, so airy 
and golden, my love.

His loss made me sad 
and also so thankful for 
the loves that I had.

The one girl I can 
get to smile. The other is 
even harder still.

Attempt to make the 
unbearable bearable. 
That's all we can do.

I eat leaves and walk
among trees that've lived a
thousand years before me.

I know him so well,
but what I don't know is what 
really excites me.

She cries out at night.
I want to save her. I'm
nothing to her demons.

The feeling washed 
over me that I was in love, 
had been the whole time.

I think, everything
magical must've come 
together to make her.

What if we don't rise 
up, but instead descend from 
the stars to the earth?

"She said, 'Kick out your
motor and drive while you're still
alive. Kick it out!'"
                                      -Heart

She grew up today.
Before my eyes. And while I was
angry with her.

The tulips leaned to
the sun, stretched their stems, like they 
couldn't get enough.

Life is too short to
live in fear. It's far too long, 
too, for that matter.

I just sat there and
held her while she slept for a
half hour, maybe more.

Lots of tears today. 
But, no worries. It's just
a new moon, that's all.

Oh, hey crow, didn't
mean to get in the way of your
take-out. Carry on.