Intro (tesseract)

TESSERACT

You and I are laughing and laughing and having fun… We gaze into each others consciousness and you smile and cover lips with your finger as I gesture playfully. Closer and closer we become as our surrounding melts away until only universe that matters is the one created in the three feet space between you and I. A simple small talk conversation about nothing important, with content soon to be forgotten, yet so engaging that the universe itself shall break all laws to bend and fit between us …as if it wishes to carry upon its shoulder the feathery light conversation of a Sunday afternoon

“Tesseract” was originally posted june of 2008.

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look there

Look there…
Behind that mansion:
That opulent keep
Of worldly sculpture and lavish furniture;
Of cultivated culture and expensive dinner attire;
Of banker’s toil;
and AMERICAN DREAM…

Stands a sanctuary
For wild pigeons
Lovingly taken care of…
Tucked away…

as if it was the greatest treasure
El Dorado of the unexpected ordinary
Protected by the keep.

—

base on an occurrence at a friends house long time ago

Thaw Brushes

revisited (reblogged)

Cafedog's Canteen

salty stream soak urban paths
sun rays warm pedestrian shoulders
pedals shivering on
white gray acrylic
winter colors stream through urban paths

the odors of impending Spring
with warm memory
sweep streets like
brush stokes with
flowing flowering enthusiasm.

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same other view

wind blows drapes back
& forward across the sill
slow smoke rings
bomb-bay payload through
a wind in the door
where the children fled below
where the birds flew the birch
wind blows drapes back

 

love & chess {reprise}

https://cafedog.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/love-and-chess.jpg

I was debated by sweetheart that,
“all wars are made by men”
“Its in the school yard over girls”
I correct her,”where all warring begins”

“See we have been lead to believe that,
Kingdoms are conquered by kings”
Yet, the most powerful piece on a
chessboard, is in fact the Queen”

So I won the debate, boldly
at the dinner conversation with my lady.
“Aah well, checkmate“, she yielded to me,.
“wash up the dishes, take out the trash
…and I will be upstairs waiting.”

cooking messieurs

two cookie cutters᠆
one say to the other᠄
“why did you cut
that one in half? ”

“so i could have
one half more … ”

“i would do it again”
᠆he rescinded
“i had no idea”
᠆I pretended
a blind vision

as sound on two spoons.
not one more!

two cookie cutters
kneading the ceiling
from a table
on a floury floor.

 

” cooking messieurs ” or ” mess at the bakery”

music box dancer

falling ahead
thoughts down in bed
i rest my wearies
upon yr music box

tiny dancer
will you dance
with me
will you prance
upon tired eyes

Expatriated

underneath these gaslit pretties
in the shadows of broken cities

what we have guarded at the gates
egos, hearts and pain to take

we will never talk again.
we cant turn back the time again

where do we toast our memories
hill sled children Starnbergersee

buried in the melted sand
the priorities have command

we play our songs now fired back
covered in greasy jacks

remember you – like we were
always you – like we were

it aint worth the risk these days
to break my favorite yesterdays

present wars – the future grieves
the jackal always has new sleeves

remember you – like we were
love you always, like we were.