June just lost you 4.0
June 2018- Included below are a couple selections from a recent CD collection entitled Seeing Eye Ear recorded last June & released on CD Baby in November which is in the process on being revised with additional tracks for reissue in late Summer/early Fall. Meanwhile- if you can’t dance in the light ? You will stumble in the shadows-
1st Day of Summer
Solstice scimitar shaft
Slicing search torch
Gleaming longest burn
briefest pinnacle of light
declining seconds after
a descent commences….
The shadows start their
Learn that lesson
From those who would
Build their world
On your ashes.
-from Got Abstract ?
Dreaming in Paintings visual realization – Kayla Cunningham- from Seeing Eye Ear Audio collection Fall 2017
Dreaming in Paintings
There are these blank canvases
In my mind every night
And sleep brings dream pigments
To adhere as clear as if etched
In razor brushes so ineligible
Frame after frame
Like someone’s home movies
From another dimension.
In the morning I can’t remember
Anything about them
Except I can still see intact
The memories of what
I don’t understand
Know my place in.
But these paintings are still there.
Like pages unwritten
Yet containing this message
I know is there
Like being aware of portals
To a spirit world
the eye has no seen
The ear has not heard
What no mind has imagined.
Returning back to
This corporeal reality
Which seems so gray and shallow
Is a real drag
After knowing those paintings
Where fire is water
And earth is air.
in the disambiguation there.
– Got Abstract ? 2014
I promise to keep your photo on the dresser
Another month blooms
from inside itself to life
May June July
as flower explosions
scent the time sky
while memory invoked
moments seeded in youth
Sunrises with snow white
air born cotton fibers
Dawns with a high full moon
still hanging in the blue sky
leftover midnight @ dawn
May June July.
Another month blooms
from inside itself to life.
You once yourself
did as much
to awaken in rebirth
on either coast strange or familiar bed
with a yellow light streaking through
custard bedroom curtains
spilling on and firing the ivory of the sheets.
untroubled by any horizon of doubt
from the meridian of the coming day.
Her arms reached for you
while a picture of someone else
sat planted eyeless on the dresser watching
you moving from the small of her back
into that coal shock blackness
of her wild thatched hair
cascading on to her shoulders
bodies entwined rising from the mattress
singing into each other’s ears.
-The Terrible Now 2003
Says here that I was born 6/7/55
for $125.00 with that you get three consulting physicians @ 25 bucks a pop & a C-section.
And all I’ve heard my entire life was that I was no bargain.
-Attitude House 2001
Sister in Gemini
(for June Webb)
I remember seeing her out in the front yard in the June sunshine
When we were both quite small
Out on a blue chez lounge recovering from her latest operation
Her blonde hair and massive white bandages and cast seemed to glow
The doctors where trying to repair her deformed limbs
She and I had been born hours apart
I was told that June might never walk again and would probably
Have to struggle this handicap for the rest of her life
Yet it was me who was indelibly marked with harmless
port wine stains on my face and neck….
Like a Technicolor Achilles
and was told to consider myself lucky
I saw her years later in the marketplace still limping with
Her signature smile and familiar lope
I kissed her and wished us a happy birthday
And she smiled and remarked…why you haven’t aged at all
I replied with a shrug….you ought to see me on the inside
They knew just where to aim the arrows.
Got Abstract /2014
The Yellow Sting Ray
When I turned 12
I pestered the living crap
Out of my folks for this
Really, expensive Schwinn
Yellow Sting Ray Bicycle
With high set handle sissy bars,
Gear shift and sparkly plastic banana seat
That I saw in the widow of Terry’ Bike shop
The old man said how ugly it was
and was just way too much GD money
at 89 dollars for such stupid dangerous thing
But it was my birthday
And I think my Nana kicked
In some dough.
So that evening my mom pulls
Into the driveway with it sticking out
Of the rear of the gray station wagon
And I took off on it like a bat out of hell
Not getting more than twenty feet away
And attempted to POP a wheelie like I had
Seen them do on TV.
Of course I immediately dumped the thing
Going air borne and ending up
In a crashing concussion
To the hard into the road surface
Raking myself up one bloody mess
Of road rash from head to foot in
Shredded clothes and with blue stones
And tar stuck into my abrasions.
Not only that I bend the frame,
the yellow banana seat
came off as well.
And some 45 years later
I’m still doing pretty much
The same kind bullshit
I can get my hands on.
Just still trying to ride the GD thing
Without going down in flames
And tearing my ass to shreds
Down into the gutter
Got Abstract 2014
Lost & Found June Fragments
Most of what you are compelled to recall
Arrives in this plain brown reality wrapper
Containing roses and razor blades
in a hollowed out hymnal
So that all you can really remember clearly
Is praying never to be cut like that again.
What is a Good Story Teller ?
A good story teller
Can relate to you the verbatim truth
And you’ll be so sure they are lying
Through their teeth
That very same person will in the next breath
Spew the most outrageous bold face lie
And you’ll bet your last bottom dollar
You just heard a brilliant truth.
The Pyromaniac’s Logic
You remind of the little girl
Who started a fire somewhere once
And ran away
Only to show later
With coffee and donuts
For the sweaty beat fireman
Trying to extinguish the damage
And when during the coffee break
They seemed none to please to see you
You storm away in a huff
Thinking just how ungrateful
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