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Aviation Bikeway
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Come along with me! From the Iron Horse over rattlesnake bridge. Then the basket overpass right over Euclid. Why not quickly detour into Lost Barrio. Then back on that path lined with palo verdes, oh!
Every other day’s got too many places to be.
Now I’m heading nowhere and this lane takes me.
Come with me on Aviation Bikeway. Come along with me.
Take a ride on Aviation Bikeway. Where we can go nowhere fast!
And those chugging freight trains follow right along. Hope you like warehouses because we’ll pass a lot. Tunnel under Kino lizard art on walls. Along the wash, now stop at Freedom Park.
If this were night time I may not feel so safe.
But graffiti in the sun looks so bright today.
Come with me on Aviation Bikeway. Come along with me.
Look at cars on Aviation Parkway. As they go nowhere fast!
But we’ve got to turn round back to where we came. From the rattlesnake, downtown now looks so strange. Back on the streets no buffer from all the cars. Some jerk beeping, yelling, I wish I was far…
Back with you on Aviation Bikeway.
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Summer Buzz
02:35
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What’s that high-pitched song from my tiny neighbors? Cicadas have arrived in sweetly baking desert. Sign monsoon’s coming so I’ll soon have to run, exploring other places that may have cicadas. Like that time in Louisville when cicadas’ noise joined the urgent siren of tornado’s warning. They were free after seven years hibernating, creating orange clouds all round the trees.
The bugs of summer. The buzz of summer!
Camping humid places the nights are so alive! Sounds of so many bugs unseen in darkness. Except for yellow glow as the fireflies try to attract their lovers, makes me wonder why: No fireflies in desert but oh, lucky us. After rains get whining blood-suck mosquitos. Worse up north like when they swarmed me in Maine; trying to enjoy view of Mount Katahdin.
The bugs of summer. The buzz of summer!
I revel in the chirp of crickets at night, and days brightened by ladybugs and butterflies. Yet wish flies and roaches and ants would cease invading my space, which reminds me of this: A lifelong fear of bees that’s finally justified with my first sting as one gets trapped in my car, near Buffalo. Yet they’re pollinators, I know. For my friend Jacky, I’ll learn to live with them.
The bugs of summer. The buzz of summer!
Yet I’d face nests of wasps any day before I’d ask for bugs’ absence as a consequence of same wretched cold suppresses bites and buzz, leaves me feeling empty while it kills my hopes!
And I can’t tell you my love will still be strong after the song of cicadas has gone.
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You showed up at my door at the perfect time, three weeks after Chewi and me said bye. A new black cat but you’re younger and male. Koneko Gatito’s now your name.
Got you collar and tag then to the vet for your shots, but neutered already been. Watched you grow shiny, big, and healthy. Lounging out back door, new peaceful routine.
Where are you when I’m not with you?
You’re an open book missing half the pages. Did you have a home once?; you’re litter trained. Prefer outdoors, never stay round for long. Out of sight then find on neighbor’s lawn.
You leap from shadows and chase me home! Not so cute when you wake me in the morn: Bloody, half-eaten bird on bedroom floor. Try to keep you in you’ll claw your way out.
Where do you go? I don’t know! I’d ask you now! You’ll just meow!
Admire indie spirit but wish you’d cuddle. Now I worry as you’re getting thinner. This other mean cat keeps fighting with you. Guess you got sick of him, decided to move. Have not seen you for days, now weeks, now months.
Where are you now I’m not with you? Where are you now I’m missing you?
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No Owner/No Owned
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I reject…your ownership society!
I do not want to be owned, I do not want to own.
Don’t want to judge not get in your face with the sacred things that I hold dear. If you persist toxic advice, then I feel I must defend myself. You’re so proud of two-story home, ten times more than anyone needs. Built miles from your community, so you drive drive to get anywhere, in car designed for armed combat that you use for buying groceries. And the other thing you have so big is the mountain growing on your back: the debts and debts and debts and debts you work hated job just to repay. Waiting for that distant retirement…Before then, congrats, you’ll be dead.
I reject…your ownership society!
I do not want to be owned, I do not want to own.
There’s one thing worse than the delusion that you think you own all of these things that could vanish at the whims of thieves or federal funded new highway. Yes, the notion that you can possess heart and body of another self, in relationship that’ll fall apart or last forever chained together, with jealous eyes and dreams all crushed: Endless loop of break up and make up. When to me true love means letting go, so your love may own what is her own. Or why not learn happiness alone? Knowing no one needs to be alone, when you’re surrounded by beautiful friends, hold earth and sky close to your heart.
I embrace…the freedom that’s inside of me! And you.
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Meow! Meow! Meow! Black Garfield!
Another summer of fun northwest! Down on the farm, Helsing Junction Fest. Hive Dwellers played beneath the willow tree. Now listen what drummer Ben told me! His furry house mate and my old friend, Black Garfield up to no good again. Killed and almost decapitated, with hanging entrails, a cute bunny! How can it be!
Meow! Black Garfield! Meow! Black Garfield! Black Garfield!
I play Olympia, back on tour! Stop by the house, find at the door: Black Garfield waits for pet from me. Fluffy and sweet as he’s always been! I scratch his chin, cannot be angry. He’s just following feline instincts. Every cuddling, purring kitty is deep inside a murdering beast! That’s how it is!
Meow! Meow! Meow! Meow! Meow! Meow! Meow! Meow! Black Garfield!
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(This is Not a) Sestina
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Sestina! Your parents were not drawn to verse poetry; combined names of aunts from both sides of family. Sestina! Details flowed non-stop upon first chance meeting, like mutual desire for distant traveling.
I proposed a trip if we could leave in two weeks: through the desert and up the west coast we’d see! We brought a tent but two sleeping bags in case, then huddled into one among the Joshua trees!
Sleeping beneath the redwoods we were all kisses. Enamored with each other’s every little thing: My observing that I turned to song parodies brought your sweet elfin laugh that was so endearing.
Sestina! We’ve barely said words since leaving Medford now. Checking into hostel, then Eugene we walk round. Sestina! Under trees, down by tracks, in Whiteaker say:
My songs are annoying, well your laugh it now grates.
Locked together in motion we drank us too fast. The thrill and deflation of relationship compressed! Back at the hostel to our room with just one bed, in tears break it off fall asleep at our own ends!
For the best, I want a wandering never ending. Dream you of smaller trips, bring two baby seats. I know as we share no more than space temporary, you will easily find a better boy than me. Sestina!
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Dating 2.o16!
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Hear now my confession, earlier days. Met a girl on Friendster, now gone away. Saw a blog on MySpace, called me cutie; did not have to wonder, knew she liked me. Now I find I’m missing the past future, when technology brought together lovers. Shyness evaporated, cathode light rays. Wish it froze in ‘04, but now I say…
You’ve got my email, why don’t you use it! Guess I have to resort to that bleepbook. Everyone besides me, wired all the time. But to buy a smart phone, I’m last in line.
Don’t want to read your status updates new! Don’t want to tweet, just be right next to you! Not your new photos that I want to see! Oh darling please, log off and run to me!
Never thought I could be nostalgic for relative intimacy of telephone calls. Least I had a sound to sense your feelings. These days it’s all texting, got me thinking…
How do I say I love you in 140?! My heart’s clearer even in voicemail!
There’s no application to fill my needs. Can’t download to appear right here with me. How I wish you’d appear right here with me!
Caught in distance of web wasting our time! I’m asking you to hold me close offline! No way can be connected on a screen! Please oh please, power off and run to me!
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30 More
02:13
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As you drift off to sleep on your side faced away, I’ve no doubt that our love is the best I’ve known in my life, yeah. And while sleep can’t find me, busy calculating: Estimate we’ll break up in just thirty more days.
Celebrate I want to. Hope you’ll join revelry so we may savor each kiss, knowing their days are numbered. I know you feel it coming. Hinted when admitted: Don’t know what you need just, you can’t get it from me.
We’re so much smarter than deluded couples who keep going through motions, long after their love has died. Leave it short and so sweet, constant thrill at its peak. Both us were the rights ones at the exact right time.
The right time is not for all time!
Never used to have fights, but sure had one tonight. Kissed and cried and made up. Can’t recall what it was about. Used to feel close to you when awake and you sleep. Wonder now if my tears trickle into your dreams.
I’ll be crying alone, dear, in barely thirty more days.
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Delete a Part of Me! (?)
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Can I delete a part of me? Sexuality feels alien inside me. Can’t match inner being that won’t be constrained by gender norms and roles that are not applicable. Yet regarding my lust, feel so typical. Fantasies and dreams always treat with respect, but afraid my desires can’t help influence how I perceive women I’m attracted to. My smile means be my friend, but am I seeking more?
Want to delete this part of me! Am I really any better than men I see, with their dance floor groping and calling obscenities. My actions and words I think match my ideals, but if there’s sex under my eyes am I for real? By having lustful thoughts, aren’t I part of the problem? Lets create a world pure, free of human objects! Spring us from this prison’s useless biology. Erase! Be gone! Leave me! Free you! Free me! Delete!
Then I close my eyes and think how sweet it can be, when a friend and me leap to intimacy. I never initiate but join conspiracy. Mostly no more than kisses; that’s enough for me. Even only one time, it’s part of our story. Makes us stronger, forms a tie we’ll have always. I’m still confused and questioning, but if I delete part of me that negates these shared memories.
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Kitties in Heaven
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Not qualified to know whether there’s a heaven, but it comforts me to dream what it could be like: those things on earth I love most sweetly collected, but never tainted by the fear of pain and loss.
I respect all traditions with one exception: Those that hold heaven’s no place for animal friends. Because my life’s been blessed by fluffy little angels. I never did believe before I met a cat!
So my dream heaven’s filled with all cats I’ve loved, perpetually purring in the endless sun! Passed from earth but will live forever in heaven, where they’ll never fight each other or run away!
I’ll be petting even kitties met just one day, but touched my heart in a way I’ll never forget! And all the cats I’ve been close to through the years, who lived with me, band mates, friends and neighbors like…
Chauncey! Rocky! Tenchi! Bowie! Mr. Wick! Chance! Precious! Emma! Noodle! (Now, you can say or sing the name of a beloved animal friend who has passed to heaven!)
Kitties in heaven! And to make a perfect heaven for me, you, and you, kitties will be hanging with puppies, too!
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Moving here for all my years.
Those fancy beachside people thought that I had gone crazy, but after years of heart search knew with you I’d want to be. Many born in you felt stuck and warned that I would, too. Some transplants disenchanted now looked elsewhere to plant new.
Import/export functionality! Import! Export! This town’s specialty!
Laughed at lack of appreciation for my perfect home, yet something in me prefers to adore what others don’t. And felt camaraderie with downtown’s rocker scene. Unlike in my former homes, these neighbors knew my name.
Import/export functionality! Import! Export! Leaving’s not for me!
Some believed in me enough to sing my own heart’s songs. Good friends happily received, yet something beyond wrong. Majority passively freezing me as spectator. Home did not recognize me, cared less as I got better.
Import/export functionality! Import! Export! This town’s specialty!
This constant flow new people once appealed in energy, but after years have almost no friends from the start but me. Tucson’s not hot and dry enough, I’ve come to realize. Downtown’s now drunk on hip whine like homes I’d left behind.
Import/export functionality! Import! Export! Even I’m leaving!
Found a new town suits me though old home against it scorns, and though they warn of recidivism, I know once gone I’m gone. Yet thankful I will always be for nurturing my dreams, I’ll do no more than visit unless we can make this deal: Turn your clocks back to 2003, and your winters up ten degrees!
Move away in any day.
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Hey, boy with downcast eyes and gloomy disposition, too! You’ve had it with the bone chills even Phoenix brings to you! Do you miss Tampa winters of your fleeting college youth? Yet arid desert springs and falls stir up a love so true!
Canyons here!! Beaches there!! Two can be one!! No more sad songs!!
Florizona!! Florizona!! Places of your dreams! For just a billion bit coins all your climate conflicts cease! The state that’s got the sweetest weather any given day: You’ll be walking there instantly without getting on a plane! Say bye to even partly cloudy days or brief cold snaps! Partly sunny highs in 70’s the worst days to expect!
Cactus here!! Coconuts there!! Now it’s all one!! Problems all gone!!
Wait! June is ending and the dry heat’s giving way to monsoon that feels a lot like Tampa’s sultry summer haze. Either state your dodging pesky late noon thunderstorms. Dark cumulous will dominate for several months more.
Upgrade time!! Just another billion bit coins make you dry! California’s central valley: Surrounding mountains on all sides block gulf coast’s humid air and Pacific coastal fog! Three states can be one home, now you’ll really have it all!!
Califlorizona!!!!!!!!
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Boy Beneath the Pink
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What do they know? What do they think?
How many years have passed beneath this crown of pink?
Reluctant to offer the secret of my age. Tend toward evasion when strangers pry. Yet new decade’s start may be time to reveal: All these years of mistakes we can all learn from.
What do they think? What do they know?
Seen me round for years, look 23 old.
But I’ve pictures to prove that it’s illusion. In my 23rd year looked barely 15. Is it lifestyle, genetics, or attitude’s credit? Look younger than I am but back hurts again.
And I know what I want to have!
The advantage of youth with all I’ve lived intact!
Can I stay up all night, feel fine the next day, and not revert to the shy insecure me? Moments I’d recreate if I could, some even redo, yet feel resolved…
Say to myself in the mirror! (Bright, tired eyes.) I wouldn’t give up any minute that I’ve lived! Not just sunshine but the cloudiest days, because it’s all added up to who I am now! I’m not happy all the time but I’m happy with…
The boy who lives beneath the pink.
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