recognize one who lets words loose

when you get down to it
it might be just us

curious how little people are interested

oh now sure, there is plenty, but really now
not that much

“i love your writing. i think i will always.
i speak your ‘language’. i am still learning your ‘way’
i smile as i follow your ‘train of thought’.”

it’s nice to be understood

that i speak in code
that i let the words loose
I wish i did it more, i do spend more than a little time with my
“Hello, my name is!” badge on and saying appropriate and accountable things. I am tempted to raise my hand in some meetings that i go to and say,,,,,we need more light in here, more color, more of a willingness to talk about some bigger stuff and stop being so little all the time, sure we need to talk little and get little things settled, but we spend so much time talking about how difficult even that is. Too much time talking about the difficulties of change and not enough about how to make it happen, too much about what gets in the way. Isn’t the greyness just too much for everyone in here?????“

she said
“don’t be a chicken shit.”

interesting

find one who likes mine
in the mean time

“Anyway I like it. Very much. Surely there can be no complaints of
side-winding. And anyway fuck the wee voices that squirm on their little
pretty botties. Be yourself.”

twelve copies
sent out one to an old girlfriend who i knew would welcome it, one to a friend who was a teacher, female and younger than me, and the poems are sort of personal. and one to my good friend, a writer out west.
I am the one who lets word loose sometimes. But sometimes it’s hard to find the places to send them.
My first book i sent out more copies including to my mother even. This one was too much and couldn’t quite do that with. But i didn’t either give one to one of my better friends, because the last one he never really said anything about it.

here is a quote from the teacher person that thought that when she knew me she thought there were two people who were me, one the artist and the one at home. I think that is the way many people are.

“I’m sure that being actually separate isn’t great, but there is always the possibility in it of finding a woman who won’t break you apart – where you can live a life of one Dave. Especially if it’s the studio Dave, or the writer Dave. That guy. He deserves it.”

and i still haven’t found
what i am looking for

the bridge at midnight trembles,
the country doctor rambles,
bankers’ nieces seek perfection, expecting all the gifts that wise men bring.
The wind howls like a hammer,
the night blows cold and rainy,
my love she’s like some raven
at my window with a broken wing.

shuffling howls and blows
hard not to hear it when you read it
and the raven, when mended
stays a raven yet she’s true like ice like fire

Fuck You

fuck you

sorry, just had to get that one out
that probably fits under the heading of flying words