solar eclipse of the heart

Interesting when i think the one and only day i made it to the beach in Singapore was on the 26th ..i swam out, revelling in the warm water...enjoying the salty taste in my mouth and heady scent in my nostrils.. and the feeling once more of warm sun on my face..floating....eyes closed...head back...(a dead mans float?) hearing only that funny crackling sound one hears when ones head is under water...the sound of the sand, of undersea creatures eating?..thinking how blissful it all was...relaxing...the sea as my friend and saviour...not having any idea that at that moment just a short distance away everything was in complete upheaval and turmoil..and that this friend of mine was actually hiding a very deep and dark secret...


....for all those who found unexpected peace amidst the oceans turmoil....

If I could find the hungerup
I would eat rice,
But there is no rice. There is no
water for the pot,
No stove to light the fire, no
match, no kerosene,
No bridge to reach the shop, no
shop, no shopkeeper.
For my return there is no porch
to leave my sandals,
No house, no wife, no mother,
no children.
Gone, gone, gone with
the wild tide.

EMPTY SANDALS
by Ken Rubeli



feeling like a deadhead trucker..
or whatever you call those people who know that wherever they go they'll always be coming back empty...



" All my friends are fuckups but they're fun to have around.."

The Whitlams


"This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body..."

walt whitman






..I once had a garden
filled with flowers
that grew only on dark thoughts
but they needed constant attention
one day i decided
i had better things to do...