10 April 2011
Astral Apples
snippets from a dream you can't recall, she's whispering truths that sound like fancy and lies, and i know her. she'll dance naked like a flame of the fire we are under your pale moonlight if you bring her that om. bring it all home, doll, bring me that om so we can turn this pale moon nest into our own little om sweet om i'll do it all night. i'll whisper our truths until they sound like lies, and we can laugh and dance naked like flames of the fire we are. astral projecting is nothing to fear. so, shhhh, relaxx, and have a bite of this apple, m'dear
29 March 2010
Winehouse, Amy, Amy, Amy
15 November 2008
Birth
10 September 2008
Trouble
Whole wide world outside my door
Trouble's sweet stink thick in the misty air
My old vices and new vices too
Itching my feet
Curling my hair
What if I do?
What if I don't?
Ain't no dare I ain't chased,
But I'm tryin' so hard to be still
Every corner
Every step
Every sway of my hips and lick of my lips
Sends a dangerous vibe through the air
Can't find a place to go where it won't follow me home
Trouble's sweet stink thick in the misty air
My old vices and new vices too
Itching my feet
Curling my hair
What if I do?
What if I don't?
Ain't no dare I ain't chased,
But I'm tryin' so hard to be still
Every corner
Every step
Every sway of my hips and lick of my lips
Sends a dangerous vibe through the air
Can't find a place to go where it won't follow me home
I, Amie
I am not the sum of all the parts of me you see.
I, Amie.
Recycled Om to fuel tentative steps into a world unseen.
Therapeutic mistakes to invigorate an obstinate grasp on my dreams.
La ti da ti da ti di
I am me. I am me. I am me.
I am not responsible for living up to what you've heard about me.
I, Amie.
Ignorant of sensationalized half-truths, myths and lies.
Empowered by the lure of a future as eccentric as me.
La ti da ti da ti di
I am me. I am me. I am me.
I, Amie.
Recycled Om to fuel tentative steps into a world unseen.
Therapeutic mistakes to invigorate an obstinate grasp on my dreams.
La ti da ti da ti di
I am me. I am me. I am me.
I am not responsible for living up to what you've heard about me.
I, Amie.
Ignorant of sensationalized half-truths, myths and lies.
Empowered by the lure of a future as eccentric as me.
La ti da ti da ti di
I am me. I am me. I am me.
Smoke
hittin' like a heavyweight
driftin' like a feather
smoke follows beauty
no matter the weather
love of destruction
passion for reprieve
smoke follows beauty
no matter your belief
driftin' like a feather
smoke follows beauty
no matter the weather
love of destruction
passion for reprieve
smoke follows beauty
no matter your belief
Spent
Trying to think
through this mountain of sleep
and deep uncharted fear
of the known
is like trying to remember a dream once it's gone.
through this mountain of sleep
and deep uncharted fear
of the known
is like trying to remember a dream once it's gone.
Racing
Racing like I'm running
from
or to
you
Hands are sweaty
Heart is fast
I'm racing like I'm running
Never with you
Always from or to you
With you, time stands still
But, getting there is always like jumping on a spinning merry-go-round
And once I'm on, the edge of the thing makes me dizzy
So.
I get in the center. Where it's still. And, I stay.
As long as I can. Til the ride reverses. Once again.
from
or to
you
Hands are sweaty
Heart is fast
I'm racing like I'm running
Never with you
Always from or to you
With you, time stands still
But, getting there is always like jumping on a spinning merry-go-round
And once I'm on, the edge of the thing makes me dizzy
So.
I get in the center. Where it's still. And, I stay.
As long as I can. Til the ride reverses. Once again.
Bad Case of You
Ditzy Daisies
Midday Lazies
I've got a bad case of you
Sunny Shinebeams
Ice Cream Daydreams
I've got a bad case of you
Midday Lazies
I've got a bad case of you
Sunny Shinebeams
Ice Cream Daydreams
I've got a bad case of you
01 September 2008
Carbon Nation
31 August 2008
Diluted Zen
Lost a button
Split my jeans
Ain't superstitious
Don't care what it means
Rock me like it
I'm your Baby
Rock me like it
I'm your Tramp
All we are
Is all we is
That's all I'll say
About that
Split my jeans
Ain't superstitious
Don't care what it means
Rock me like it
I'm your Baby
Rock me like it
I'm your Tramp
All we are
Is all we is
That's all I'll say
About that
Underrated
Simply stated, you underrated me.
Delicious pawn, you thought you man enough to snare me.
House of mirrors to entertain me,
But I just look like this.
My doll face is my smoky disguise.
I rob the rich to feed the poor.
I just look like this.
You knew your way through your mirrored maze,
But smoke and mirrors are my favorite game.
If you want back on top, man, you'd better
Readjust your aim.
I'm robbing you now to feed me more.
You'd better ask somebody.
Now, who's zooming who?
You think me a dime,
and maybe one time that's all that I was,
But honeychild's feeding the Lord of the Flies,
And wouldn't think twice about dropping you.
I'm robbing him now to feed you more.
Simply stated, you underrated me.
I just look like this.
Kitty Cat Song
Sittin' outside
Kitty cat
Sittin' outside
Kitty cat
Sittin' outside
Kitty cat
Don't feed her
She'll follow you home
Kitty cat
Likes the warm cream
Kitty cat
Likes the warm cream
Kitty cat
Likes the warm cream
Don't pet her
She'll never go on on
Kitty cat
Sittin' outside
Kitty cat
Sittin' outside
Kitty cat
Don't feed her
She'll follow you home
Kitty cat
Likes the warm cream
Kitty cat
Likes the warm cream
Kitty cat
Likes the warm cream
Don't pet her
She'll never go on on
29 August 2008
Friday
27 August 2008
Mourning
Biting cold between my teeth
Searing heat behind my eyes
This missing you has me
Perplexed.
Confounded
by strawberries' sweetness
and the moon's pale meekness.
I can't taste luxury
Until I exhale.
Dark smoky haze
Instead of a blaze
When I watch for a face that I know.
Vodka or brandy or
Rootbeer or candy
I'm empty as soon as I'm full.
The end.
Searing heat behind my eyes
This missing you has me
Perplexed.
Confounded
by strawberries' sweetness
and the moon's pale meekness.
I can't taste luxury
Until I exhale.
Dark smoky haze
Instead of a blaze
When I watch for a face that I know.
Vodka or brandy or
Rootbeer or candy
I'm empty as soon as I'm full.
The end.
Glass
Glass on glass:
This world is not my own.
Through smoky nights of jazz and raindrops,
I've tried to squeeze me in between
This glass on glass
World that's not my own.
Paned immobile:
This globe is all I own.
Pale white wings as smooth as skin,
This ashen halo binds my feet
Of glass on glass.
This globe is all I own.
This world is not my own.
Through smoky nights of jazz and raindrops,
I've tried to squeeze me in between
This glass on glass
World that's not my own.
Paned immobile:
This globe is all I own.
Pale white wings as smooth as skin,
This ashen halo binds my feet
Of glass on glass.
This globe is all I own.
Glimpse of Peace
Sittin' still through every heartache.
Sittin' still through every piece
Of grief and every bit of
Every tiny shred of every little peace
I can find on this
Island of Sad and Far Away Time.
Writhing like a serpent.
Piercing like a knife.
Rolling through me like the
Black of all the darkest nights.
But every tiny moment
Of the briefest glimpse of peace
Takes me through the rough spots --
Gives me hope I'll be redeemed.
Sittin' still through every piece
Of grief and every bit of
Every tiny shred of every little peace
I can find on this
Island of Sad and Far Away Time.
Writhing like a serpent.
Piercing like a knife.
Rolling through me like the
Black of all the darkest nights.
But every tiny moment
Of the briefest glimpse of peace
Takes me through the rough spots --
Gives me hope I'll be redeemed.
Tea Time
And broken both are we.
We are
Splintered like the china pattern
Shattered at my feet.
My days are lonely fragments
Of the life I used to keep.
Tinker bells and fairy tales once
Danced through every hall,
But now it's time for tea for one.
I'm climbing every wall
Of this cage, cage, cage.
I'm stuck in this age
Of tea for one, and tea for one
Ain't sweet at all,
So time will never be for tea.
16 August 2008
Nowhere

Woke up this morning with the whole wide world at my feet.
Woke up this morning with the whole wide world at my feet.
Trouble is my feet forgot their step.
Trouble is my feet forgot their step.
Think I'll tag along with the nowhere man and his nowhere clan
'cause these pretty toes forgot where they goes.
Guess I'm part of this nowhere man and his nowhere clan
'cause this gypsy rose forgot where she began.
I think I smelled the sun, but I forgot today to breathe.
I think I tasted breeze, but I forgot today to eat.
Been sleep walking with the nowhere man and his nowhere clan, and
Today I forgot to be.
14 August 2008
Dreamt of You

Dreamt of you last night.
I know 'cause I stayed up cryin'.
Dreamt of you last night.
I know 'cause I woke up smilin'.
How'd this lullabye get so far
Away from home and all I know?
How'd this dark sky sleep-a-bye
Wander off without me?
Run, Run, Run
Around the block and back.
Zoom, Zoom, Zoom
To every moon and back.
Wander off without me
Up all night a cryin',
But then I'll fall, and then I'll dream,
and always dream about you.
13 August 2008
REevaluating
Staying Fast
Waiting on my nowhere land of bliss
To find and pull me once again
Suck me under
Choke my breath
You can't be too far
Mama's too afraid to fly
Not without those nowhere wings
Not without those sky shoes
Mama's not flying - just idling on this
Island of real
Come on back here, nowhere wings
Mama's sittin' still
Come on back here, sky shoes
Mama's staying fast
Gonna sit here and wait
For all the world to pass
Home can't be too far
Day is fading fast
Home can't be too far
Mama's staying fast
Way, Way Down
11 August 2008
Fade
29 July 2008
Shasta & Tomatoes
Thanks to some lingering storm clouds brought on by Hurricane Dolly, I'm sitting on my stoop watching a sky that gives me a false sense of Autumn. Boy, am I ready!
My next door neighbor, Chuck, looks a bit like an old friend of mine. I trust him for that and a couple of other odd reasons only I could justify: tomatoes and Shasta.
Shasta is a blue heeler I watched Chuck spend a HOT Saturday building a fence for. She has four cute little fat, furry puppies. Chuck said she got out one night and came back knocked up. The puppies are big enough now to come out in her little yard and roll around with each other. I like watching her nurse her puppies from up here. I don't get close because of my allergies.
Which brings me around to another allergy I have. Tomato plants. Somehow, Chuck's small menagerie of plants on his stoop make me trust him.
Tomato plants and Shasta.
Whatever.
I'm listening to country music (!!!) and sitting quite unladylike on my front stoop waiting for my cajun shrimp cup-o-ramen to cool while I take a break from applying for jobs online.
Boy, I'm looking forward to Autumn!
My next door neighbor, Chuck, looks a bit like an old friend of mine. I trust him for that and a couple of other odd reasons only I could justify: tomatoes and Shasta.
Shasta is a blue heeler I watched Chuck spend a HOT Saturday building a fence for. She has four cute little fat, furry puppies. Chuck said she got out one night and came back knocked up. The puppies are big enough now to come out in her little yard and roll around with each other. I like watching her nurse her puppies from up here. I don't get close because of my allergies.
Which brings me around to another allergy I have. Tomato plants. Somehow, Chuck's small menagerie of plants on his stoop make me trust him.
Tomato plants and Shasta.
Whatever.
I'm listening to country music (!!!) and sitting quite unladylike on my front stoop waiting for my cajun shrimp cup-o-ramen to cool while I take a break from applying for jobs online.
Boy, I'm looking forward to Autumn!
Labels:
Amie Johnson,
Autumn,
blue heeler,
Chuck,
country music,
Hurricane Dolly,
puppies,
Shasta,
Summer,
tomato plants
28 July 2008
Across the Way
Purple thirst
Grape smoke
Summer night
upon night
upon night
Gray beard
Brown skin
Summer night
upon night
upon night
Across the way
Another one
Pale moon glow
Who's she writin'?
Summer night
upon night
upon night
Breeze rustles leaves
and curls
and her gown
Her thighs are as white as her breasts
Across the way
Who's she writin'?
Watchin' that tree
like she waits for her lover,
but it's just she
and me
across the way
Summer night
upon night
upon night
27 July 2008
Dark Like You
Looking for you now
Sun's dippin' low
Been hidin' all day
But night's comin' on
Leavin' both you'n me in the Dark
Dark Dark shadow
Dark Dark light
Moon or no moon
Night's still night
Looking for you now
Ain't no sun to squint
Been hidin' all day
Lil fires smokin'
All around this skyroom
Dark Dark shadow
Dark Dark light
Moon or no moon
I'll be up all night
I'm smilin'
I'm fakin'
Just a fiend like you
Moon or no moon
Just an addict like you
Blue Sea Ache
purple light
red light
blue
sea blue
purple light
red light
blue
sea blue
black tree
white tree
blew see blew
cold, cold sun gonna blow
til you ache
purple light
red light
blue
ache blue
hum it through your teeth
sing through all your disbelief
cold, cold earth gonna burn
til you ache
red light
blue
sea blue
purple light
red light
blue
sea blue
black tree
white tree
blew see blew
cold, cold sun gonna blow
til you ache
purple light
red light
blue
ache blue
hum it through your teeth
sing through all your disbelief
cold, cold earth gonna burn
til you ache
23 July 2008
Big Fat SIGH
Dear Doc James:
Could not print out the letter I wrote to you last night, and that puts a weakness in me in the spot where I'm craving your strength.
this is the spot where i drew little doodles of the music i was listening to while i tried to cheer myself.
Bob Dylan
"...you gotta serve somebody..."
Pure Prairie League
"...won't you look at me and tell me, amie, what you wanna do..."
Spin Doctors
"...been a whole lot easier since tha bitch left town...i take that back i hope you're doin' fine...lil miss, lil miss, lil miss...can't be wrong..."
and then, some Kentucky Headhunters
"...too much purdy on 'er little white face..."
"...little rock and roll angel gotta style that's the talk of the town...causes traffic jams and stares in every crowd...just one look ain't enough..."
I wrote to you of things like lions and found and clipped ivies.
I wrote three pages and they all had nice pictures.
Now, without money for ink, I cannot print your letter and you shall not read my words.
BIG...FAT...SIGH
OnePeace, OneLove, Amie
here's another really sad part that didn't make it into the letter. i could not find stamps. (alas, forsooth, oh no!) fortunately, the temperature dropped below 100 after 8:00 p.m. so i walked to the grocery store for stamps. whew!
Could not print out the letter I wrote to you last night, and that puts a weakness in me in the spot where I'm craving your strength.
this is the spot where i drew little doodles of the music i was listening to while i tried to cheer myself.
Bob Dylan
"...you gotta serve somebody..."
Pure Prairie League
"...won't you look at me and tell me, amie, what you wanna do..."
Spin Doctors
"...been a whole lot easier since tha bitch left town...i take that back i hope you're doin' fine...lil miss, lil miss, lil miss...can't be wrong..."
and then, some Kentucky Headhunters
"...too much purdy on 'er little white face..."
"...little rock and roll angel gotta style that's the talk of the town...causes traffic jams and stares in every crowd...just one look ain't enough..."
I wrote to you of things like lions and found and clipped ivies.
I wrote three pages and they all had nice pictures.
Now, without money for ink, I cannot print your letter and you shall not read my words.
BIG...FAT...SIGH
OnePeace, OneLove, Amie
here's another really sad part that didn't make it into the letter. i could not find stamps. (alas, forsooth, oh no!) fortunately, the temperature dropped below 100 after 8:00 p.m. so i walked to the grocery store for stamps. whew!
22 July 2008
444
It's that time of time
where Amie goes
down Highway 61 with Bob Dylan
and every pie in the sky high of every lie in the willed
makes 'er itch.
Itch to roam.
Itch to run.
Itch to chase
Amie.
She's a wild one,
and ain't nothin' held 'er down yet.
Nothin' at all.
She's a wild one,
and ain't nothin' held 'er down yet.
Nothin' at all.
When you're born
with running legs,
your legs are running legs.
She's a wild one,
and ain't nothin' held 'er down yet.
21 July 2008
Sanctified
every
thing
I could steal
away
just to taste the flavor of us,
but . . .
Something smoother gurgles
purer in this pain-free
vacuum of one-sided wander.
Wonder while I lust and
chase you.
Something
cleaner
surer
whiter
blacker
Not us
anymore,
but
Me.
. . .
and Me tastes oh, so good to bad ol' Me.
20 May 2008
To My Nest, Bay Bee
17 March 2008
Habitual
so,
i'm still doing that thing ...
i'm still in the habit.
haven't broken it yet.
haven't tried to, really.
still don't know if i'm ready to ...
stop
reaching for your smooth skin across my bed in the mourning when you're not in my bed at all.
that's habit.
i know you're not here. in my head, i mean. my head knows it. i can say it even in my sleep. you're not here.
it's just my hands. and my face. and my cheeks. and my lips. and my toes. my cold feet.
those parts of me.
they forget ...
... they reach for you still.
they forget.
not me, though.
i remember.
it's just a habit. that's all. i'll tackle it ...
... one of these days ...
Drippety Drip Monday Morning Praying



so, i woke this morning.
reluctantly.
drippety dripping going on outside.
i couldn't so much hear it, as i could feel it.
and i was right. correct, anyway.
i was correct.
i tiptoe shuffled into kitchen for a peppermint coffee to give myself something to chastise myself about later ... ah, my eating habits ... tsk, tsk
and there, barely visible through the wide-open view,
drippety
drip
dripping
going on for a while, i presume
ah, gray skies.
my favorite.
alas, tis monday,
forsooth, boss is out on spring break holiday,
oh no, not me.
i'm here.
yay drippety drip monday.
yay office to myself.
yay happy sunshine boys.
every
single
day
spring break
please, god, help me know how to keep happy sunshine smiles on their smooth and freckled faces
please, god, help me know how to keep their happy afros bobbing
please, god, keep us all in that
spot
in that
place
keep us all in our own
om sweet om
ah ... if we could all just look after ourselves, look after our own, look after our Selves,
oh, what a beautiful thing we would bee
photos by Mike Temple.
03/2008
http://www.myspace.com/mctjazz
Thank you, Boss.
16 March 2008
13 March 2008
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