Archive | February 2008

Goodnite Baby Arugula


When the day is done and the moon is bright
All the Vegetables go to bed
the tomatoes and potatoes tuck themselves in
and Leafy lettuce rests his head

Goodnight Baby Arugula
and Baby Bok Choy too
Beddy-Bye dear Sugar Beets
From Peru to Kalamazoo

Good slumber brother cucumber
Sweet dreams Pumpkins and Corn
Sleep to grow big and strong
and wake another morn’

Dream your vitamin dreams, ABC & D
Your leaves they should not droop
sliced and diced or boiled and fried
I’ll see you my soup. 


You can never leave home

Can you truly leave home?
Is there a reason that former trials trail and pack themselves?
They camp and wait
And they find you the same as they went with you
They became because they belong –
With you

Home is in you, blending and blended,
Where the heart hangs its quarters
It is in the arches of your feet and the curl of your lashes,
The vesicles of past life lived and life to be lived
Begetting the walls of the inner sanctum,
The walls of home stand straight and tall,
Yet lay and lie, push and pull,
To find their way back to surround you

There are no new places,
Nothing new under the sun
Even the stars are like the raindrops,
Some fall, several evaporate
And there are no new homes,
Only old homes and new people,
New people in old homes

Posted are the notes,
Notes like moths,
That Endure thru the night,
That conjure forth antennae,
That detect and retrieve light
Of memories not remembered
Become as dreams
As dreams become new memories
They find you

In life it is not where you’ve been,
But where you are going
And what matters more yet is that
Home is not where you are

Why are you truly leaving?
Where can you go when life expires?
Who can chase away the nursing homes and the petite days to be left?

Can you leave away?
Can you begin anew?
You can,
But you cannot leave home
Home is you.
– Andyman

I remember

I remember sovereignty
Above the blue where slowly through the clouds follow
Chasing slowly, no rush no haste, just random one by one
Marshmallow lions, cotton alligators and giant presidents face implodes
like every phase of a brand new fun

I remember everything in lumbering pace
A photo book set in sephia tone and LA Noir
The quiet commute of cars
The browns with quiet laughing sounds
Warm and smiles hung up like
Teeth of a happy mother rocking her newborn
tired and stil dressed in her hospital bed
The quiet of dark and mystery

I remember staring out the window
On a hot summer’s day
Bored to be free, bored to have choices, bored with nothing to do
Stuck like masking tape to skin on a leather sofa
Just watching teen love walk by with their hands held as they walk side by side
The cool kids with their crew
The young boy with his ball
passing by staring back as they continue on the sidewalk
Slow shadows kept walking, I kept sticking around pondering to cease this long day’s stall
On my creamy white leather sofa
who’s only sound is as lazy as I was

I remember boredom and slow
Of the long days that no longer exist
No hectics and woes
Simple fond memories of the old life and old shows