So There It Was....

off the shore a sound
it came aboard
 it sounded loud
it came down clap
 bound tides together.

saw you in moonlite sky
silhouetted moviestar style
cigarette lit
 full lips quivering
a camera profiles

Sea is ocean's fury
last souls settle to the bottom
the only place calm might be

If I were inside you
now you
would feel like I feel
breath when I breathe
incandescent shards of light

My mask sees down to deeper waters
makes depths shimmering light
vastness taking breath
salt water filter.

She sees
 I believe
we can  get there
together in this act
memory camera focus let
memories in.

working your way down

work is not going well
dont got me enough business
sit in chair and bicycle seat
grinding out the time

lying idle at buisness plan
making marketing mistakes
like an off the bus blowhard
welcome to the big show blowout

my misses makes me no money
she spends and i lend
we make mistakes many more

she loves my touch and she has
those things that a man must have
and she continues to make love work

i want to make her when we can steal some time but
she tonight makes me defense mode after attack after attack
like a woman knows to give a man.

love and desire
meet competition and reprisal.
your love lifts and works me over and
another way down.

running thru the line

falling down
getting up.

wired to wierd or wired to win.
some strange thing this way commeth.

I saw the house on the cliff
it pitched and creaked during the quake.

my soul left me for a few days
and i walked around aimless.

never clutch chest
so tight you cannot reason with yourself.

I woke up feeling better
dreaming of winning.

twisted ties together

even when i sit down

the timing is wrong.

I look for that thing

i have not found.

lying there outstretched like the

breath of fresh air you brought to me

the light of the air

your fingertips

your seldom smile make me marvel

you make me the happiest man in the land

then you take me to extremes and rob us of both

our lovelife and moment and timing all off

we know this move a game of moves

making us masters of movement between objectives

desires and motivations.

I love you girl
and you me too.

For Reverend D '05

Inspiration driven riding down
dirty steet's sins
Tijuana by bike: Peligro! pues hombre...
sunshine state westcoast
I still live in California
just on the otherside
that notherside
where dreams are nitemarish outstretched
raw and open
tourist scurringby pressed for time buying the Mexico experience.

Mexico
or that bordertown ambience where the mix is itself
a small component shifting your gears climbing fences
your eyes pop from the haze flying down backsides

downhill bride's maid
beyond cross country riding but not ready for prime time
for my brother of the wheel

we pray our actions out on city streets hostile breath
exhausting smoke cloudy headed riding in traffic
splitting lanes making time opportunities
eyes open alert belting out heartbeats
putting time on the machine of the 20th century

clogging arteries oil addict stroke
choked in gridlock
I'm moving on my way
past your mirrors and smoke

so an advantage of tijuana white boy street dance
saints like Guadalupe protect el ciclista guero
that I am in land of dark dominant gene
I stick out like my kid's sore thumb
Argentine passport living on the outside
the land of the free keeps my family at bay
one of many in this town
happy we can be in this mess family in tact
working like the rest of vast majority worldwide
trying to get back inside.