Daily Keemo. 3.5. Six For Six

Six For Six
Click to view details

We were all sitting around the table
talking, drinking, laughing, and there were
six of us and we somehow
stumbled upon the fact that all
of our fathers had left for
new lives with new women and
I know this story is not new
to everyone.

That is six for six and
the story is as old as man and
as pitiful as man and
as sorry as man and
as pathetic as man and
as a man
I write this

for all of us who know this
story too well and

for some reason still think the leaving
had anything to do
with us.

...Enjoy!

Daily Keemo. 3.4. This Is How It Will Be

This Is How It Will Be
Click to view details

I have loved
her for as long
as it matters.

The time before that
was nothing.

With my last
breath
I will whipser
her name
and
it will be
over.

This is how
it will be.

...Enjoy!

Daily Keemo. 3.3. Through The Floor I Can Hear It

Through The Floor I Can Hear It
Click to view details

The girls are downstairs and
I can hear their laughter through the floor and
it makes me wonder why
I am up here with these keys.

In between the laughter I can hear
the soft hum of their words as
they talk about things and
it warms me to know that
connections are made between people and
it is these connections that
makes me wonder why
I am up here with these keys.

I stare at my folded hands and
they tell me nothing as I wait
for the words to open them up and
when they finally do
it reminds of why
I am up here with these keys.

...Enjoy!

Daily Keemo. 02.12. It Is Late And We All Have Our Reasons

It Is Late And We All Have Our Reasons
Click to view details

There are nights
when only a few words
is all that is needed and
tonight is one of
those nights.

It is not a night for
long winded melacholy or
trying to find yourself in the
pieces of a broken mirror.

There are nights
when only a few words
is all that is needed and
tonight is one of
those nights and

these are those words.

 

 

Daily Keemo. 02.08. The Long Arms Of Winter Are Around Me

The Long Arms Of Winter Are Around Me
Click to view details

there is green
grass and sunlight and
warmth and breeze and a
drink out back
with her and
there are ice cubes and
her arms are bare because
the sun wants
it that way.

as I raise one to my mouth
the outside of the glass
prespires and feels
perfect under the fingertips
and the sun on my neck
means we are a long
way from this winter and

as I open my eyes
I know I am months away
from this and
until then I will close my eyes
and see it

all over again.

...Enjoy!

Daily Keemo. 02.05. All The Good Ideas Come From The Words We Exchange

All The Good Ideas Come From The Words We Exchange
Click to view details

Is that suppose to be hair on top of the head?
She asked.

No, it isn't hair,
I replied.

What is it then?
She asked.

It is supposed to be ideas,
I said.

They don't look like ideas,
She said.

What do ideas look like?
I asked.

I don't know,
She replied.

I don't know either,
I said.

I guess they look like ideas,
She said.

I think so too,
I replied.

 

 

Daily Keemo. 02.02. There Is A Photo On The Wall And It Is Of Tomorrow

There Is A Photo On The Wall And It Is Of Tomorrow
Click to view details

It's just the two of us in the house tonight and she is the shower and I can hear the water running from the floor above me and I am here at the keys and there is a wine glass and a lotto ticket and a lamp and addresses and numbers scribbled on a piece of paper and on the wall is taped a photo of my dead grandmother and I talking in the Michigan sun and she is leaning in very close to me because she couldn't hear very well in those final days before it was all over and the picture reminds me not wait for things to happen because they won't and you have to make them happen and there is a stack of paintings to my right and behind me there are paintings drying on the desk and just now I hear the shower turn off from the floor above and  

everything in this moment
is now silent.

...Enjoy!

 

 

Daily Keemo. 02.01. The Luchador

The Luchador (a reminder to step away once in a while)
Click to view details

When you spend hours over the paints and keys under a desk lamp at early hours of the morning, you start to become those paints and keys and you turn inward too much and you start exploring and thinking and not that there is anything wrong with either of those two things, as a matter of fact, I would highly recommend both of those activities for 100% of the human race, but you just need to know when to temper the large doses of solitude with light hearted thoughts and imagery and ideas and remember that there is a world that does exist beyond the exploring and thinking and that there are many miles beyond the desk lamp and as much as you might not think so, it is then that you can truly create whatever it is that you feel like creating.

...Enjoy! 

 

Daily Keemo. 01.27. Under The Chest

Under The Chest
Click to view details

I just don't have the words tonight.
That doesn't mean that there is
nothing up there
above the eyes or
under the chest or
flowing through the veins or
in the fingertips.
It just means that I don't have the words tonight
to make sense of it all.

If you always know what to say
then you aren't feeling enough,
he said to me.

I am fairly certain it was his drink talking
but he made sense and
I knew
I would use that line when I
ran out of words. 

...Enjoy! 

Daily Keemo. 01.26. In That Moment You Are Absolute(#2 in the Typewriter series)

In That Moment You Are Absolute (#2 in the Typewriter series)
Click

There is a brief moment when I wake up in the morning and the room is pitch black and the air is silent and my eyes are not able to focus, that the world is absolutely perfect. It is like there is no time or place or motivation or desire or wasted minutes or wasted hours or wasted anything.

There is only you and in that moment, you are absolute.

There are no morning commutes or corporate ladders to fall off. There are no traffic jams or obscene hand gestures or sirens. There are no lotto tickets or dreams of golden tomorrows. It is only you and your hope that all good things stay good and that everything else gets lost in the pockets of pants that are not yours.

There is only you and in that moment, you are absolute.

 

Daily Keemo. 01.22. In His Eyes And He Talked (#1 in the Typewriter series)

In His Eyes And He Talked (#1 in the Typewriter series)
Click

There words are nothing more than just that. Words. There is no music in the air tonight. Only the sound of these keystrokes on this paper and the dog scratching on the floor by my feet and papers rustling as she goes through a drawer looking for something. I am looking for something but it is not found in the drawer. I know because I have already looked in there.

There is still only the sound of these keys and nothing more.

I think of the man in the wheelchair who asked us to get the cup out of his wheel and he had to be cold going around the city in just a t-shirt. You could see the drink in his eyes as he talked to us. As I think of him I am certain that he has forgotten about me and the cup and the cold and the talk and it all.