Swinging Legs

Swinging Legs
4.19.2011

they’re calling you
on the broadcast,
the broad waves last
echo the verse
ride a universe

[BREAK]

a little bit
of
the earth spirit
entered me

I went with it
up into thine tree
rolling (and)
rolling, awee!

you were there
swinging legs
you laughed at high
swinging legs

if only you could climb
but for standing knives
knaves waiting to rave(l)
basta! and all are grave(d)
but for the peoples (fifty)

i’ve no object for focus
my swinging blur is allure
if only twer’ target over there
i’d have a piecemeal lunch, aware
must lose ego, accost!

we are on a planet
(one of eight other planets)
revolving around a star
a man is born, the universe hears?
perhaps revolving energy here hears?

“Yarr!” We’re not empty, or were we (ninety %)
Filled with empty matter
And she cried, empty matter
But were I less frill empty matter

A brave man spoke
(Big paw, small brain)
Rolling on spokes
broiling (and)
toiling, dificil!

James P. McCabe

Spill and Drop Cup

Spill and Drop Cup
4-18-2011

Spill and drop cup
Both common
Occurrence arriving
Spiel diving
Hunched for the storm

Place yourself
In a state of openness
Complete vulnerability
Dragons become chameleons;
I am a dagger in an alley
~
What you want
Where you want it
The veil mistakes itself for straw
Hay thinks up rot, gnaws
Gone for the moment, wings spread (caw)

In the burlap with dusty mold-
er’s hands shaping me up, ascending
into a clay prototype, the body chiseled
out of earth and a man is his worth
not by the numbers, but by his growth

I am the entertainment show and am not present sorry
for the delay but I cannot show up today, maybe a way
will find its path in the trekker’s swath or in another’s grasp
whether they be on the map or lost inside of mask
unveil; hidden or forbidden from the on-the-go lookers

I am a spirit
I am a flask
Pour me onto the ground
Watch me gasp and with final words, rasp -
“I am drunk but I never empty”

James P. McCabe

I See Many

I see many

4-16-2011

People whining over

Their little things

Not focused on the big

Picture (them included)

Oh! I’m hungry?

Why don’t I call into a block

To bring me food and suck

On my clock (speedy delivery or death)

Oh! I’ve opportunities?

Why don’t I squander and into

Sordid thoughts wander - for life

Is much better in a negative ponder (don’t respond? goner)

I see many, many people

Drinking in wealth with disgust

Too tired to bust - a nut

Or be thankful enough

They say the tragedy is man

Will always seek for more

While within his grasp,

He’s quipped with love galore

James P. McCabe

There Are

There Are

4-4/5/-2011

There are a thousand gulls and
you try to tell me how to see
How every wing’s flutter, isn’t
and the batting of your eyes, is

Do you need physical evidence
to prove that desire freedom?
Are not my wings straining,
wishing to observe skies raining?

To make a satisfactory world
ignorant focus was procured
O how the lines twer’ crossed
faithfully a seeker to be blind

If a more pleasant being than
the god or beauty incarnate
Were to touch these spent thoughts
such! that I were less noble

A more precious chemical I
debased to become human
Prod me to paralysis
uproot my spinal and curl into spiral

These are ingredients for confused
being ripe with wanderlust,
My legs seek the unworn path
and ruts become frustration

Patience
whisper’d patients
“Lest you wish to fall from grasp”
whilst pointing on blue of map

I am the ocean
and I met you at its rivulets
Deepest trenches churning
softest insides burning

Obscure reference! and now
a whole lot of faux genius
Generous for flake
all too willing to delve in cake

These natural tectonic plates
shifted our continents apart
I am a changing force
boundaries come frustrating

All this and more
come writhing at my door
Unspeakable left uncontested
open wounds not tended

The sores wear skin dry
(baggy shoulders heavied)
Dreams worn dull
(premature sorrow readied)

James P. McCabe

I watched you change

I watched you change

4-2-2011

Isp. by Change (in the house of flies)

I watched you change
From the metal seeking
To a seeker reeking
O that I were fluid
O that I were truant

The cracks that line my folds
Are screaming of malign utility
Tear and rip me until I am but bearings
Tear and rip me until no longer cognizant
Cannot forget the sacred link

Cannot lose all the spent ink
Forgotten to organize neatly
All the words that pluck completely
Cleanly from the pore
Screaming, yelling for more

Was madness a collapse enough,
Expectations (or lack thereof)
Spinning while eye gazing
Hurling insides while lazing
Defeated by premature praising

O that I weren’t a man
Wisdom could just pour out of my hand
They wouldn’t have to know
And I wouldn’t have to show
Spending time with a good guy

Lookin’ on, walkin’ by

James P. McCabe

(McChange (in the house of flies))