bad poem written for a wednesday night

(best read out loud while slightly tipsy at a small poetry reading at some poorly attended reading at a cafe in seattle)

Seattle Skyline SCREAMS
like i do
sometimes
over you

and i CRASH down like
bad poet waves
on misunderstood audience shores

and nobody

gets wet

so i slide down
slow
under this city's stars
and i'm hit
with some smooth sexy
hallucinatory
blood stream flow like some
sssssssssscrazy patti smith flashback like some
lenny kaye guitar string
injection
like some morphine addiction
bruce wayne obsession

but
i'm not

the batman

one twist in the atmosphere

living in the fire lands
with hypodermic accuracy

i may not be a totally streetwise son of a bitch
but
i know what side the gutter is on

i know the sensation of shattering glass
and it's not as bright
as it seems

stare up at the stars
notice how they try
to bust loose
from that hideous sky
notice how the crisp heat
snaps
the city
wide open

thin wire cuts across my mind
fence like

break into wakefulness
and gasping eyes

stretch
for a breath of vision
and you know
that sky
is all we're going to get

photograph

yr standin
in a snapshot moment
so get outta the way
before i shoot again

then i check my bag
i left my camera at home
& all i’ve got
is yr name scratched
on overexposed film

bright light in my eyes
yr shadow skins my knees
lens flare glare
flash
th moment’s passed

and yr standin
off center
wonderin why it didn’t
click
lens cap on & off again
cracked glass
plastic
shutter speed good-bye

-marcel feldmar

another conversation

like a crowded street
where you just want
to throw
broken glass

your voice
makes me feel nervous

so
when i’m on the phone
with you
i start moving
too quick

i walk faster
than traffic
but there are no
streetlights
in my head
nothing to slow me down

the brakes don’t work

and i shape your eyes
into the end of the world
but it is your world
or mine

i shut
my eyes

afraid to open them
and see you
still there

like glass
not broken

-marcel feldmar

cigarettenderness

ashes scatter across yellowed carpet
cigarette blows
a hole in my mind
the street
waits for the rain to fall

like a car crash
like the definition
of thunder

ashes follow
the cigarette
down

thursday coffee

thursdaycoffee
Originally uploaded by kitedrums

so, we've had the music (well, words about music.... maybe someday i'll get around to posting actual music), poetry, some random stuff, but no coffee...

today that changes.

here's the coffee. it's made at home, by me, every morning, for myself and for Shelley. and sometimes the dogs get a little foam lick as well.

the first before work cuppa getuppa.

cracks in the highway

barbie truck
Originally uploaded by kitedrums

i wake up after the day begins
early light missing my eyes
reminding me of sitting outside
a motel room
caught with the thrill of travel
against the sky
and the knowledge
of early morning drive

it’s an east coast wind
that pulls me closer
like florida heat
like carolina fireflies

leave the rain
slow pigeons and
green
head into the hills
watch the truckstops
seduce the sides
of the road

i don’t take my sunglasses off
for a week
there’s a girl
wearing a cross
hair in her eyes
she smiles at me
room number 36
and by the time i finish my drink
she’s gone
greyhound quick

i tie the dusk to my door
wondering about the rain

humid veins and girl hair in my dreams
she’s gone before
i finish my drink

birds fly across my shadow
highway stay awake

-marcel feldmar