riding hard in opposite directions

people
races
roots and rearing
the world over
worlds outside of even our own
there i saw it on the screen

spawn war
i ride past your installations on saturday mornings
thinking up your destructions
keeping up the arms race
it's my training keeping my pace high
i ride quickly by
in your victory i see only us all die

your side my side
we cannot see eye to eye
and yet the tides rise and fall
the sun sets but they say it will
change and we will suffer
you charge off with no other offer
but dismiss the hiss

riding hard in opposite directions
our fate mated blood and flesh
responsibilities create boundries
and we see opposite sides of the same coin

playing games little child
hard work needing to be done
and not many are among the working
silver and gold visions blinding
the obvious

wet tires

rain outside
wash up slip slick streets
rat out low lands
make things clean again

sins washed away
air cleared
my nose is running like rushing water
pouring down grassy hills quicker than I

tapping drops on leave's tops
soft green absorb this rain
you need nourishment
and my refreshment is quenched
i go to this well as frequently as I can

late night alone with you

it's late again
we had plans for rendesvous
but the kids went to bed late
you must have fallen asleep
it was your idea so i let you sleep
if it was mine i might wake you
selfish confessions i make to myself

you were angry
i felt maligned but like you told me i kept it quiet
shut up!
then you came around
and when you were ready we dialogue again
you even tell me you are sorry
and walking into my arms
i hold you squeeze tight
vertebrea realign
things go back in place
i give you your time and
play with the boys
we all get what we want
except this fleeting feeling that we are
still sexually connected
there just seems to be so little
time
for just the two of us.

seconday inspection

getting it done
laying down the law
laying the wood now and again

things happen
plans are prepared
timeframes are ignored or atleast expanded

questions remain
timing is off or sometimes it's on
the lights line up for a fast break

real estate sits in wait
waiting out this lifeline counterfeit
dreams put out like a cigarette pressed pinched

ashtray memories of a time forgotten
with family
without friends

names and faces
times and places
i lost 30 mins. in seconday inspection today
and sulk state magazine tranced
the officer charges i hand documents
he walks away in silence
comes back to wait in silence for a moment
then asking for my papers
i was waiting for him to speak
and finally he has
he's in his late fifties, phillipino and slow moving like so many of these
border patrol men and women.
they all seem inflated
full of pride purpose and an air of
you're gonna wait till i'm ready to have you jump
they see my face
i'm obviously not mexican
tijuanenses look at me differently
and deal with me differently too
i suppose somewhere i think the border patrol
let's my air of intolerence and disgust slip just a little
longer than many
but that's an arrogant stance at best
and when thirty minutes pass and he walks up real slow like to not
raise his heart rate a half beat
I'm given my driver's license
vehicule registration and proff of insurance i am told nothing by this greying stoic
philipino man as he walks behind my car
''can i leave now" is not bothered with by him
and i wave another down
he's younger
he's humbled himself to come to my beck
and tells me that it is complete and if i just
back up i can resume my trip to work
now running late
angry again for the inconvience
how are you doing today
becomes
i was fine but now i'm late for work.

ying and yang

151 pounds of gut bloated intestine
10 pounds over the weight of a champion
ebb and flow
feast and famine
i know i can do better than drowning in food
most of the world goes to be hungry i've been told
and i go with a tummy ache from overindulging

americans waste and pay dearly for it
we overconsume and complain alot
i am guilty as self charged
sit down and meditate
try to relate with the animal inside
always waiting patiently in the wings
pouncing when pushed
devouring when given free choice and chances
but given to hard times or concentrations of focus and illuminated
genius
keep busy soul
keep searching
you do this and the ying and the yang will
work it out themselves

harmony

so hold the press
we get these moments at times
and it's like easy smooth with nice overtones
the kids are also thusly affected
we eat then play together on my late nite
monday
home after 8pm with dinner ready and hungry family
started just before my arrival
we are a happy family for these fleeting moments
before chaos sends us reeling into our corners coming out
ready to fight
verbal jabs flying
but not tonight
tonight is different
and i wish we could reproduce it time and time and time again.

ears on the inside

obey the way
just do what is necessary
the rest is up to you

kill the monkey on your back
slay the dragon in the basement
rip up the critical notebook

it's written and yet
you're writing it in the moment
opposites pointing directions

you will question and
wait for ever till you realize
you have to have ears on the inside