When kooks attack

Today I kooked out and my  beloved skateboard got run over by a car.

I am shattered..after 2 years...and countless hills and miles...



Splintered into the wind
im going to miss you so
and the feeling of leaning
into a good turn
we had such a good run 
from ducking under cars trees and chains
to being thrown down in anger and disgust
ive conquered san diegos finest and
been a terrified deer in the headlights
miles and miles on the wheels
and each and every screw.
locomotive joy, sheer  good fun
now you lay in pieces , grateful and tired
im sorry for throwing you
im sorry for getting you run over
until next time my four wheeled friend.

Love Bus

Hi pretty lady.
There is tremendous natural
beauty in your stillness
no stranger has ever kept such
a mona lisa smile
im sure you could tell me
some good stories

take me by the hand
and ill cancel what im doing
to follow where you lead

lips pressed firmly against one another
as familiarity overtakes searching hands
and desire drips sweat down the walls.

I don't know you
but i'd like to
fragile beauty sporting laconic authority
don't mind me on my knees
or my head between your legs

you are beautiful
and id like to show you that
if only by this
small piece of paper

An advertisers dream campaign....

content

the
waves
were
good
today
i
surfed
with
my
family
and
it
was
epic

The Sandwhich Islands

a breeze carries me back to tranquility, reminding me of the possibility
im not the only one who longs to return to such islands
my isolationism is showing
its bleeding out of me like the childish haunts
that follow me today
no use to imaginary scenes, except to fuel internal fires of returning
no use in hiding the plain sights
except to experience taste.
i never wanted to leave, but i was looking for my eraser.
the traveling ideas made  homes in the middle of the sea
but since you left, i was granted an invitation
a beautiful picture with a story to be told
love, loss, sharing and greed.
beauty prevailing through human hurdles.
effortlessly remaining
continually pushing back and reminding of the score.

I told myself I would stop...because no one knows what im saying

in case of disaster refer back to your original plan
she waved goodbye but held my hand
im on the ropes but looking back and forth
she told me that my love is what its worth
a friend here, and a friend there, a stale smell inhabiting the air
loss among product and profits through the roof
we called and called but never got through
i love you beyond the grasp on my hands
and ill never leave you to fend for them
face to face interaction breeding kisses divine
 our happiness never was a product of time
 a thought blasted through the cannon of voice
brings me back to the places lost in my mind
ill never be back
ill never be true
to the thought marinating in the flavors of you

Little tree frog....hold on...

little tree frog..theyre just what comes along with the sights..didnt we know what we would find at the end of the trail? come now look in my direction i think youll see where i came from..the place of little things
i went to your castle and screamed at the front
but i was told  your world is sound proof
so i started back to the forest
on vacation

i know you're there, i can smell your love
it puts the air in a mushy bowl and mixes in vanilla
but i wont ever know


little tree frog couldnt you have found another pond to reside in?
i couldnt ask for much more out of love until my future sends me something new.
ive been to the store where they can get any thing you can remember
any one youd like
chase any feeling to the store and hold on.
distant rumbles and a lack of background noise.
the vacation is almost in the past
the spoken and the said
the love who found its truth in ambivalence.
hold on
could you call this truth?
would you sell the proof?
what is waiting for you off stage when you fall?
i caught mine
hold on
i thought someone was taking pictures of it me, but then it exploded overhead
they skies opened up and the clouds began to drain
that familiar rumble accompanied the best of us while our interdependence fluttered above us like victims of a coming attack
just like that the world was won...united in peace by the last remaining storm cloud
it's not over yet, and it's not below your feet, the madness is above and the fury all around.
prepare for a wake up call.
i caught mine

Friends upon meaning

So we heard her shivering cries,
and scrambled like eggs to action.
Upon arriving at a destitute scene,
we will promptly depart.

One in the same,
none in the like
I wonder if someday,
I just might.

Portrayal failures and role reversing results.
Emotional property taxes.

Love wrapped in cellophane so as not to suffocate it
Mighty elephants know the joke is on the trainer.

totality with out totalitarianism

They will never believe you.

bread crumbs

surfing is getting so stale

i want to barf and poop everywhere...

then do an air...so i can be cool


aerial brah aerial brah aerial brah


BLAHHH

im done.

untitled

if it was anything else i would be dead
used to the extreme
spent
useless connections breeding forgiving conversations
no extent of background
variables bouncing off walls
fragile snow globes sitting on store shelves
waiting their turn
wages and debts of life
equally terminal
no point to shutters,
forecasts either

tangent oriented  frayed seams
firing on both ends
burning through
into air

bucket beets

smile for a cause

a new way to look up
if we stretch out
our old forgotten ways
spread out
and find the inner peace
to search out
and enjoy the nights sleeping alone

no more nuclear weapons!

where we left off.
situated between a tear and discomfort
i guess i never knew how i felt
until i tore away the exterior
now the world is so raw and assuming
and the ending seems written
but is there anything that is not subject to change?
songs of a certain island chain
hang around my neck like stolen jewelry
a time and space i made for myself
on someone else's account

somewhere someone will make sense of
segmented ideas.
and futile hopes
i knew my writing could never create you
much less keep you

i dont know where this angel sits
and that is how i want it.
right?
right?
a nervous pacing set of eyes
dances with the shoulders to form a shrug

well sit with that decision
and let it
marinate
like a one word response

i tremble as i press send
the same way i felt about you when i first met you
let me say thank you for your silence
and i hope all is well


id like to say this will be my last
love soaked rag of desperation
can you say you're surprised?

hawaii

the konas are blowing
and that means off shore for kailua
im mind surfing the moaks as we speak.

listening to my Hawaiian music

ill be back soon

Here is some noise for your eyes

Noise for your eyes

happy new year

brahs

Birthday Cruise

I drove the coast from SF to SLO on my b day and heres some shots