Mascara

Mascara
Blowing acorns out of the trees bandit eyes!
Its you bandit eyes
high with the sun in the afternoon
you and I like brothers
buried under an oak
stricken with cholera
perched high above the river
hovering
if one could only listen
if one could only understand
what the stark white tree skeletons had to say
in the warm scantily clad September evening
your eyes are eyes
bandit eyes
in song the boundless aches of the heart
in the distancea large woodpile
a hound with a pleasant howl
tactlessly treeing an animal pleasing its master
big brown beautifulbandit eyes !
would the drilled holes in the hedge bring youreyes to tears bandit eyes?
eyes are eyes none the less
and your still Three sheets two the wind
roaming these hills
spanning an area from the bird cage bridge
to the windmill and cabin at hack berry hollow
where the warm cocoon once emergedand slowly slipped me into sleep
some where frozen amongst coyotes and coons
snow leaving the logs helpless

how I used up all my text msg

11/13/2008
Dunno low on cash

11/13/2008 659 pm
Hit me up sometime for a drinky drink

11/15/2008 139 pm
you still at that fucking tea place?

11/15/2008 228 PM
your success depends on your succesfulness

11/15/2008 234 PM
Id kill for a BIG RED PARTY

11/15/2008 427 PM
start driving up here

11/15/2008 740 PM
hey Parker can I talk too you?

11/15/2008 839 PM
BARS?

11/15/2008 850 PM
you called?

11/15/2008 904 PM
I wanna drink with ya

11/15/2008 924 PM
My room

11/15/2008 925PM
vvvwhatt????

11/16/2008 241 AM
your real cute ill talk to
you when im not drunk
and all philosophical

11/16/2008 1247 PM
she dont like her eggs all runny
she thinks crossing her legs is funny

11/16/2008 115 PM
did we talk about god and shit last night?
o noooo

11/16/2008 203 PM
after some deep contimplation and some real
soul searching my stance on america has not changed
I most def pro American

11/16/2008 558 PM
at the LIB whats up?

11/17/2008 1247 PM
Nudez and flight wheel

11/17/2008 843 PM
huh?

11/17/2008 900PM
kinda wanna drink

11/18/2008 1000 PM
watchin the cool hand luke dare boss

11/11/2008 508 PM
Hey ryan! are you having a good tuesday?

11/11/2008 840 PM
whats up?

11/12/2008 804 pm
Poetry at eight?

11/13/2008 349PM
Bye all I will miss you see wu sunday

11/13/2008 543 PM
Oh hey man :) just got out of class. Good timing
Nothing really just on my way home. What up?

11/13/2008 625 PM
You alive?

11/13/2008 700 PM
Hell yeah! what are you doing tonight?

Richard William Jenkins and family

Regarding Ed Harris's renovation of his train Depot

Daniel took me to the depot and rattled me with his fathers rail road stories
hoped to envision the click clack of the Union Pacific

hoped to see the ghost switch men’s
lantern appear in a stranded box car or maybe an abused caboose

big empty boxes
betraying the dusty ground
with steel and peeling paint

in the afternoon
the depot would bustle
hammering in the attic
weary glances into the cellar

crumbling roof made from
red clay shingles
vines climbing the shady side
hired men napping under itat lunch

Once we raced these trains with our schwinns
lobbing rocks like bandits
envisioned our self’s as hobos
pretening to be on the run

as we played
Daniels father filled the empty halls with lumber and swears
stacking cinder blocks in the cellar
To protect the foundation of what he loved
And what he had left of the past

Moody Affairs with the Country side

Fantastic blues and everything is still ruined
I spend my mornings grumbling at ghosts
whilst Viciously picking up distress signals from my neighbors barn
What has it seen?
Does it know something I don’t?
Does moonlight skip within its corridors when no ones around?
I myself am still sick with moonlight
Wild birds as reckless as me in my morning stupor
Wild birds and she’s still picking flowers
Approaching goldenrod with caution
Avoiding the hanging of cloths in the frail breeze
Her Black hair gracing me in the sunlit afternoon
As the sky develops in cloud bursts
and the country side needs her reflection more than I
For I’ve been climbing trees looking for silhouettes for days
God given wits about me
howling while floating above Bur Oaks in the evening
Why cant the trees auburn colors be perpetual?
Why must I rely only on smoke signals to contact friends in cities?
Friends whose expressions preserved the still Kansas plains in me
Friends whose combines churned my endless doldrums into dust
Causing midnight itself to groan
Fantastic Bluesand im finding myself worshiping arachnids more often
Painstakingly praying to Genes in hollows
Absently Staring at light in windows
Windows of the seven houses im afraid of
houses whose invitations were shattering
now nestled between river bluffs and hills
Built by the nameless forsaken by the thoughtless
Must one only be concerned with Ghosts and birds in past lives?
Must one concern themselves with other things?
I will continue to Concern myself with the houses im afraid of
Or even the ships on my fathers wall
Stranded but graceful
stationary
but there

Self righteous son of a bitch

just Thursday collected samples of vine maple
in the park

slept with a feminist
and ate meat in front of vegetarians

ran downtown with Teddy
avoided his advances
and bought none of my own drinks

should have realized
I should have left sooner
with the tattooed women
sitting next to me
her
with green eyes on her hands
and a pierced chest

picked up friends from parties with broken arms
and insulted their intelligence
put their lives in danger
on command and on the spot

did not impress Maxine with my lack hip hop
ability

waved down police only to be arrested
and bashed against drunk tank floors
with strangers

self rightous

Collected Vine Leaf Maple just last Thursday
decided to stick with what im sticken with


slept with a feminist

ate meat in front of the vegetarians

waved down police cars
and was
arrested for it

left friends for dead
and
hid paraphernalia

hardly impressed Maxine
by not dancing to the hip hip hop hop

picked up by friends from parties with broken arms
and vomit scars
insulted there intelligence
and risked their lives
on purpose
and on command

ran downtown with Teddy
brushed into bars
bought none of my own drinks
made excuses
avoided advances by men
and disappointed him

digested drugs
left with tattooed women
disappointed gays with my indulgence
of trashey women

regretted not leaving sooner
hid from the eyes on her hands
didnt know id enjoy hands on arms

ate with married couples
and played board games with there children

woke up and sobbed
regreting my lack of
less imorality