ognuno chiodo,
un cappotto

sempre suo

non c'e' spazio
per un'altro

vedremo
diceva
quante donne vorrebbero
un uomo come te

she would that I'm iron
her force shapes
not harms

instead it melts
steals
breaks both my arms

i don't know how to live with violence anymore
i don't know how to live
i don't

sandcastles...
a willing suspension,
masochism,

or the only game in town?

read underneath if you insist

but don't be surprised

if it comes out all backward

irony escapes

you lock the door behind

'cause the desert is all you can know

here
let me careen

head rolling
there -
no there

what did he say?

worthless mouth

artist

might as well
cut the logo,
place it on your tongue

for all it cost,
and where it's from

nervous salesman with sweaty palms
believes in his product
too much

wants you to too

times to start,
like waves,
offer their swells
without alarm bells

you can't hear

you can't fear

things that make us
can break us

mine
ignorance, and poverty

saved me for my son

her Lampedusa fisherman,
he would that he be.

not her storm and rocks and sea

for Joe,

shine a light, moonlight mile
dead flowers, bitch
fool to cry

not fade away
dance

winding
wending
binding
bending

like cords,
or chords...

neighbors,
strangers,
music,
and more

basket basket
full and overstuffed
you tell us when you topple
enough's enough

momentum swells
like injury
or creativity

and recedes
when it likes

seasons change
but not so much
as to ever really lose their touch
velvet
or rough

fighting fire with fire
or setting one's own house ablaze
the difference,
that's hard to say

what can you do for me, doctor?
make it worse, or nothing at all
ok
that sucks

whenever the weather
starts to change
haywire goes my brain
and every year,
more fear

one thing i can say
mountains like to hide behind clouds
careful how you fly your plane

compromised footsteps
make their injured way
having learned to play
a lilting music

la brace
le tracce
d'una cosa

le facce
e le cacce
rimosse

la sera
la terra
so
era
nera,
lento

non c'era
l'eroe
vero

right key
wrong lock
right key
wrong lock
right key
wrong lock

nothing to do
but reel and rock

measuring the ride
by the number of passengers left by the wayside
distance

underneath your window crying
begging, stealing, buying
any promise to cure

to sob is not to sing
and to have one's pain seen as theater
a dreadful thing

tobacco instruments of communication
spent wise
conduct more than consume

when to let go
to know
to end
to run

the toddler artist burns his hand
to learn

the thrill of catching it just right
shared by addicts of all kinds
more or less
the same

no use trying to gauge the flow
no use crying to assuage the blow
no use

hell

well

bell

spell

a day in the life

of miners

and artists

and miscellany

winter again
i see
this time i call you out
for all your obvious efforts

you
you did it
when you looked
caused the thing you saw
to be seen

i only spilled it

hat in hand
out
liars making a stand
out
hundreds of millions more

who's keeping score?

the songs of improving
the wrongs of removing

soundtrack your life

rewind
stop
play

terrible
terrible
all wrong
again

now
again
again
and again

better

setting the ball on the ground
inviting, walking away

how the painter must play

plying
trying
whatever we're used to

it's when you're asleep
that you want talked you

telling
selling
or felling trees

by the foot
the yard
or needs

whoring
scoring
deeds

the more vague the vessel
the truer the cargo might be

and harder, delivery

it happened again
couldn't help it
just happened
again
like always

left a mark

put me there
where ever
you'd like
like to, or must

if you must

your money
your call

stupid as a painter
pathetic as a poet
so say the fortunate
fools

day after day
layer after layer
jesus christ
this motherfucking weather

dopo pranzo piove
dicono
e dopo la speranza
anche
sempre

oh dio
signore mio

cantiamo
cosi'
noi

non lo so perche'

what,
you were expecting dante?

down the hall
down the stairs
keep going
you'll get there

releasing the grip on the thing
can be a kind of sting
yeah man
yeah
you know it

sing it
talk all you want
tell it
like no one won't

step
ride
walk on

just keeping cool

book pages
bundle leaves
pieced together
held

to freeze

solidify

last awhile

plastify me
make me
last

into
after
beyond

but
without
myths
monies
thieves

jim jam
jars of juice
j rolls
jays of dee

rolled
gold
tossed
good after bad

done
moved on

across 110th street
yeah
no place else
but echoes
so many places

has it been proven?
is it true?
i have no need to ask
madness is contagious.

it kills you or makes you stronger...
ok,
such is life.
and in respect to one's wife?

no guns,
no isolated cabins required
and the beard is the manifesto

nicotine headache...
too much?
not enough?
benvenuto ad indecisione

what can one say
with just one lonely tree,
italy,
landscape drizzle,
and fog?

just wait...

the fog hangs thick over in umbria
i hope i'm thicker
or at least quicker

sex, dammit, now
oh but wait,
the diapers
the depression
the disentanglement