Uncommon Sad

Uncommon Sad

That something too awful to name
It sits with you on the bus
Peeking in your shopping bag
The stupid desperate things you do
Walks with you down the hallway
Pathetic little life, swallowed by the moment
When you failed to react
Didn’t do the right thing
No witty remark for a comeback
Wanting the regular kind of sad
Not the sad story we read in the papers

The Ambassador of Loss

The Ambassador of Loss

I have been reassigned
It happened just this morning
I am to travel to yet another
Place I have never heard of before
I will have to learn all over again
Their customs and gestures
Habits in dress and food
How they wear a fedora
My orders came by fax
Apparently they distrust the e-mail
I leave by next Monday
So little time to adjust my affairs
Say goodbye to all the right people
Ignore those who hang on my every word
As if I was a prophet or messenger from the gods
What would they say in such a situation?
If they were so inclined to speak
Would they say that time is money?
That everyone has his orders?
Maybe, but I think they wouldn’t
They would have more important things to do
Like managing the market
Extract the last once of profit

Sally Red Shoes

Sally Red Shoes

The kid who sat next to me at the lunch table
She was beautiful and unforgiving
You had to watch what you said to her
Keep a tight grip on your thinking
If she knew about my fantasies
She would tear them from my consciousness
Ignoring polite social banter
She had a way of getting right to the point
Found the weakness in an instant
Twisting and scraping to make it sorer
She knows my hunger and impatience
Restlessness for something else
Tangible prize that fulfills me

Past the Hog Farm

Past the Hog Farm

Feel its richness in your hands
Smell the life in its beginnings
Face down in the dirt
Breathing in the newness
No matter how you sweeten
The sting still festers and swells
Dipped naked into the blood
Bones scattered in the wasteland
Begging to be brought along for the ride
We worship it most fervently
Remote from our earthly self
Crystal clear horizon that beckons
Pulling us to unknown adventures
To walk upon the tightrope
While the people clap and cheer
As it develops through experience
Paid for by the meek and lowly
Those that will someday inherit
Marinated in the message

Old and Grey

Old and Grey

When eyes dimly flicker like the failing wick
And the wind howls through your bones
Like banshees race through the graveyard
Your cup of tea has grown cold and tasteless
Longing for the robe of immortality
Pulled back by the tugging flesh
Drawn closer to the fires of the past
The songbird still sings outside your window

no blessing

No Blessing

There is no blessing in the carnage.
They do not march fearless death.
No merry song in their hearts,
with attached bayonets.
Farcical glories you construct.
We see that they are illusion.
No comfort for the lost.
Those who are bleeding in the streets,
Despise your calculated costs.
Sons, brothers, and lovers,
Wounded and killed.

Making the Most of a Fleeting Moment

Making the Most of a Fleeting Moment

A quick glance that vanishes quickly
Ancient man forced to believe
All things must have an explanation
The owner of the hut, given offense
Inspired words dictated to disciples
Ear pressed against the door
Remember that you are ignorant
Of a life well lived
Soul contains reason, passes swiftly
Without you all is desolate
Ephemeral joys that too soon evaporate
Tarnished hopes staked to sadness
The nature of the episode finds us wanting
Discursive and disjointed the incidental remark
Contingent on the enduring and eternal
He had a lot to say about the unfixed and volatile
I am sure that your altered position
Had to do with the brief encounter

Immodest Proposal

Immodest Proposal

Shamefaced oscillation, backed against the wall
Internal segmentation, filtered through the shadows
Cascading billets housing the troops
Steps dissipating from the hillside
A garden of flowers breaks through the mundane
Dramatically degenerating the disempowered
Speak to me with loyal passion
About your days in the west
How vigor sprung like firecrackers
On the porch swing, her parents watching
Looking for disapproval
Lingering ghosts of the past
Changing conceptions, profitless attempts
Disputed and contested as they were
Without the confidence and sense
Antiquated and worn out
Many times spun with illusion
Resurfacing between influence and greater
Morphing from tart to most admired
Mythical past crafted into legend

Hesternal

Hesternal

A passion that has no equal
Neither constrained nor inhibited
The hidden shall be proclaimed
Taken to its full measure
Desire’s demise ends ignorance
Released from the fetter of oblivion
Incorruptible and unwavering sight
Focused on the intangible
No one to create boundaries
The image of the invisible
The endurable spirit rejoiced
Over the light that came forward
Honored with a mighty voice
Born from the eons
Pursued down into chaos
With the face of a beast
Thrown into a life of toil
Blood cries up to heaven
Answered by the angel of discernment
A shadow that became matter

Fallen

Fallen

With sad and grey face
We walk along Abandinus
Holding each other’s hand
Listening to the river’s song
Repeating prophetic words

Brilliance that captures the eye
The morning light shows the way
Holding close to the heart
Lucifer’s pride that swells
Rising up from unknown parts

Morning’s child stretches his wings
Wiping sleep from newborn eyes
Pulling back the dark covers
Appropriates a wishful smile
Remembering the earth’s embrace

Past glories cold and shaded
Tiny flickers in a sea of light
No longer noticed by oath and blood
Forlorn fingers grasp the scepter
Masterful power gone astray

Epic Demise

Epic Demise

Rome is burning
And so is my soul
Lost dreams and forgotten secrets
Sneak up from behind

I scratch my head
Trying for the right answer
None actually exists

A repeated torture
Since childhood
Fondles my thoughts

Flowing stream
Social consciousness
Everything is unreal

My favorite lies
Lay on the table
Euphemisms for a disguise

No one can find me
Among the herd
Waiting to be slaughtered

The wolf is tired
Of the fighting
Sad heart and forlorn soul

Desdemona

Desdemona

Penelope the faithful wife
Untangling the web she weaves
Looking out the window
Blueberries on the hill
Striving ambition on display
Innocent artifact of a ferocious will
Silkworms working their magic
She sought a way out
Terror of the trapped
Options calculated with a cool mind
Miserable life that would be theirs
Crystal ball did not foreshadow
Thankless wretch behind pulled curtains
Her smile suggesting satisfaction
Evil deeds sent forth for working
Be a good friend and spit on her for me

Dear Prudence

Dear Prudence

Cursed are the compassionate
Revealing their weakness
Tears behind contempt
Everything is the opposite
Has long been the source
Holy flame of spontaneity
Dumb frittered indulgences
Time froze by power
A glimpse behind the curtain
Oddly Spectral avatar
Mixture of enthusiasm and despair
Prostituted prophet of discontent

crux

Crux

Her sexy dimension announced her presence
I smell her pleasing essence
The beast grows, wakes from slumber
Throbbing against the fabric
A physical reaction to her smell
I hope my honesty is not offensive
It leads the way along the path

Where the Wishes Come From

Where the Wishes Come From

An excuse for locution
It does not come for free
A desperate price to be paid
Yes, there is always a price
The wages of loss
Too blind to see the truth
As it stood before me
With arms open wide
Wild eyes and beating gums
Flat and dull words
They still cut through
Linked by common threads
Spun by a demented devil
You call him republic
Death by an amateur’s hand
Is still death
With bullet holes and bombs
The flesh falling off the bone
Bound to the oath of exile
Disguised in dappled light
Like a tiger searching for love
With the corners knocked off
All spit and polish
Melting down the corruptness
Into a smoldering liquid
A frantic bellowing maniac
As silent as appropriate
The ticking clock sends chills
Down your spine of resolve
As I bury your dreams of revolution
In the back yard with the dead body
It rots like bees
It sits on the fence post
Thinking up lies
To tell the neighbors
How their house burned down
While I laughed and snorted
My last line of cocaine
I watched all burn down
In a smoky haze of finality
The firemen scurry with their hoses
Between their legs
The big one carries an axe
He looks defeated
As he watches the fire
It consumes a lifetime
In through the gaps
The fire flickers
Hungry for the lies of fortune
I am sad for my loss
The white powder was my only friend
And now I snorted it all up my nose
Such is the way of evil bastards

Peaches and Gunpowder

Peaches and Gunpowder

Travel across forgotten lines
As the monster digs in its claws
Wonderful in spite of everything
A hurried stiletto
Into your ear
The blood laughs despite itself
And you still miss the tears of the dead
The crossing of a border
To refuse a guest
A morbid element of opening
They all open wide
And you, a dying ember
Before all living witness
Struggle over it all
Eviscerated to the bone
Break it open and suck out the marrow
Exposed as a pile of worms
Locked inside without a key
There never is a key
We never find it
I wonder if it ever really existed
When I was a small boy,
I heard stories of its existence
They are nightmares now
This is not a home
It is a dungeon
I cannot leave
My chains are self-made
I love them more than life itself
I only look outside my window
I watch life and it watches me
No other bond to measure against
Asking about the bruises
They always ask in a quite voice
And their eyes cast down
The ground pigments of life
Like some haggard saint
Some smoothing and trimming of the edges
Fading from twilight to night
No more bright eyes for enthusiasm
Not a mystery, but a romance

Fluting on crooked legs

Fluting on crooked legs

A bright damp future
Wet tongue of tornado
Stucco splattered wind
A birth of never
Rippled finger touch
Riverbed kisses
Die surrounded by doom
She’s popping balloons
And speaking to the ghosts
Touching their core
When I touched your lips,
I was changed forever
It pulled itself right out of my mouth
Spread its wings and flew out the window
Feeding on your desperation
Making your big things small
Making everything small
A turn on the wheel
Carried off by something mighty

The sacrifice of knuckles

The sacrifice of knuckles

Golden tongues
Rampant dogs
They all must die
Throw them like the strain
Cover them with whispers
Their souls are old ghosts
Open the treasure
Smell the aroma
Call up the ashes
Blood knife cuts
The chanting stink
Of bones
Old bones
New bones
They all gather moss
Giving more
Of themselves
As your anger rages on
Against torture
Against injustice
Worry the worn
On this diadem
You fell for love
And progress
Always the caretaker
Two queer words
Chopped up in little pieces
Brothers of anger
Standing knee deep
In willfulness
All naughty boys
Under their feet
A death machine march
Gone away
With a thousand tongues
Living on dimes and nickels
The secret lives of knowing
They crawl out of words
Stand upon the metaphor
Watch the ink dry
Like the blood of dreams
So slowly
Yes, I know
They can’t be true
But, I think they are
Lost spells

Wandering blade

Wandering blade

Of the darkness
Century tattered
Scorn the crime
Of five hundred years
Unfinished toil
Before the face
Disfigured shape
Battering blind
Suffer the kindred
Cast out
Cast out
Tilling the curves
Those lovely curves
A single eye of bewitch
Oh that eye
That held me to the stone
Nailed the boards
A mound of solitude
A jewel of adoration
Dance on the wave
Dance you jezebel
Disowned satisfaction
Of white shirts
And tobacco stained fingers
Playing the piano
Burned by flame
Burned as a druid
As the world turns
Turning on evil axis
Stepping out
Naked as does
Naked as midnight

she was a cannonball

she was a cannonball

ridden by the nightmare
her bronze head
round withered sweeps
a hater of tombs
and dreamer of dreams
no matter how horrific
children she gathered
in the darkness
the deepest black
all sleek with wildness
most foulest decline
not for the faint graspers
caught in the fool’s throat
walking naked
she whispered the need
a notorious ceremony
made the devil laugh
with her lashes
and carving
the wood and black
wax from the belly fat
all that she owned
crazed dancing vision
looked death in the face
and snickered

More than enough

More than enough

The tower of Babel
By an invisible cord
Through the heart
Of the world
Never in the shape
Of empty and alive
Thrown overboard
Turning with it
Everyone headed
to their own
destination
like a couple of snakes
the stone-faced gambit
the teeth of the oyster
they chew for eternity
fixed in the stardust
a jigsaw puzzle
most alert and canny
a steely awareness
turned loose upon the world
another hungry wolf

Hammer and tongs

Hammer and tongs

Raised from the grave
Dead as a moon crater
Dropped like a hinge
Chopping the world to bits
Never plagued by the gnashing
Beyond the limits of hope
In the black hole of nothingness
Make those empty devils
Coming out the wrong way
Convinced that something was hidden within
No respect for the maimed
An object to be cursed and kicked
With rolled up sleeves and deliverance
Washed clean and immaculate
Cursed of many evil ways
Purged through the eyes
Those evil eyes
They see more than the lips can tell
Alive and empty
Alive in the flesh
More and more alive
The voice of a flood
All dead into chaos
The mouth of the world

Never again

Never again

Could I see the world
Through rare attached eyes
Pushed along the road
Stood in full plentitude
Utterly alone and alive
Shaking like a viper
More nearly animal
Luscious deceptive reason
Nothing left of me
I am gone
My name is lost
Seated as a dreamer
Doomed to perish
Weeping with deceit
Falling apart from need
The unreal behind me
Christ only knows
The street is its own reward
Frozen bottoms begin to slide
Right into me
Back in the night
On the verge of discovery
Cruel swiftness born of tenacity
Promising the moon
Always promising

Behind the lens

Behind the lens

You got your groove back
Playing with your red glasses
In front of the camera
You can see angels
They flutter around you
Puckering their lips
Sunglasses and army fatigues
A drink in each hand
Straight from the fantasy factory
Looking for a movie star
Someone to burry
Coming to Maryland
You want to hang
You said you were packing your bags
Wanted me to send money For the bus
You always were the girl that got away
All about the love of music
I am reborn in your kiss
Paradise is always lost
Hidden in the nettles
Wanting to kick it
Forget to breathe
Running away
Wanting to escape
To be free from it all
Drawing cat whiskers
And little girl freckles
Your friend with her pink hair
Riding the multicolored horse
Hiding the puffiness
Trying to make the words
Come out correctly

Nubile

Nubile

SHE PULLS THE SCAPEL FROM HER BAG
HOLDS THE INSTRUMENT UP TO THE LIGHT
THIS IS HOW WE REVEAL THE CLUES
PAGES THROWN INTO THE FIRE
THE SMOKE RISES UP
SPEAKING TO BECKY
Opulent as a feather
Dim drizzle on fervent sill
Transferring assets
She climbs up on the banister
Oozing out the side
She always eats the marshmallows
I’m flipping burgers at a truck stop
Watching the freaks come off the highway
Everyone wants coffee
And bacon and eggs
Catalogued deviations
Block of Berlin
In the frame
The dress falls to her ankles
Kicking off her she
I move closer for evaluation
Counting all the piercings
No more heroes
She touches me with her tongue
Browsing my gallery
Touching all the reds
Her fingers a mess
Getting thicker
As she hides her smile
The terms she used
Giving you the message
A big S and a little M
I always paint you
With your clothes on
That thing you do with your pearls
It is nubile

On the edge of madness: letting your feet dangle

On the edge of madness: letting your feet dangle

Impersonal wingless touch
Short waves inside
In the frozen dew
A splinter of quick
In the follow of flesh
Along the line of lost
Rejoined by the curve
A broken voyage
Buffer and corpuscle
A random shot of absolute
Brewing the revolution
Sharp edged axes
Make no answer
Turn many a corner
Feeling like a stranger
A life moves toward
Wrapped in abstraction
In the hands of discover
Frogs on her feet
Walking to an execution
So dysfunctional
The terror of the front door
Turn around and face the fireplace
Sleep tonight in your freedom

somehow you don’t belong to those throwing the rocks

somehow you don’t belong to those throwing the rocks

it can be seen
in the corners of your mouth
in the tip of your tongue
an imprint of DNA
from someplace else
you try to ignore it
afraid to bring it out
preferring to hide in the light of day
another Jesus Christ
blind to everything
if only to change skins
peel it off
tissue by tissue
the cells hang from a peg
all the sorrowful aspects
despite the black
beyond the ordained limits
just as innocent as ever
the sex and death chant
high priestess of the cult
against the holy ghost
fucking the crazy woman
she wants to save my soul

Fenris in the garden

Fenris in the garden

Today, I intuitive more
Than the bleeding lot
Unholy prayers
Resisted loss
Of health

I throw away time
With the tapping toe
Over dried cells of remembrance
No measured good grace
With tingles
In my upper thigh

It is easy to be small
Unknown to the adobes
Or the love of freed song

No one wants to lay in the sun
And throw away this life
Of toil and hardship
For the phantasmal

What animal pulls me away?
From the all
That is you

Will they forget
The flagon’s king?

in large boned animal
kill the mist
will digest you
when words no longer

endless

Endless

Pulls off the door
On her ass
Filled full of animal
For all time

She frowns loosely
In front of everyone
Tits flopping
To the smooth and polished
Face front
Peering into the generous
Closed eyelids over opened light
Second hand store clean
Pries open the mouth

Mrs. Robinson journeys on
No body’s devil
Of ludicrous-

Old woman sculptured

Herself
As everyone’s
Developed demon

blessed

Blessed

Large disbelief with lies
No thinking minds, she wrote
Half as ear, as spirit
Released the mighty to primal embrace
We walk the universe
On Judas thorns
Awake are the objects, of no significance
Rock and scissors
Forget everything
They run in fear
Dropping their weapons
Covered up darkness
Just in time
Unreasonable division
Will never free
The proud

god-maker

God-maker

Forget eternity, I curse
The dull, leaving shadow
Outside the skin
Celebration
The small tinkling whisper
Nitrogen last
Large rocks of years
The air of factories
Boxed resistors
Laughable underneath
Hot dog landings
Sweet fears
Of the god-maker
Troubled
Love

mule

mule

She stored up a few
Ugly hold of appendage
Street light the same
The light troubled
Cry your darkened happy
Mouthed the blues
Folded the feeling
We sunk into free spirit
Wisdom road
The desert of sure
Empty of sweet dreams

wetland

Wetland

Scribbles on the last day
All points, sunny
Letter that are small
In through rooms out
Round lighted empty
Unofficial civilized freeze
Let loose the laughing and joking
One paper exposed
They all together
Darkness
The photosynthesis
Iced and lucky
Friendly second
Wise wizard

Atomic bomb

Atomic bomb

Fat six
Unwanted way
Demand the ugly
Flattened hoard
No thought for the soft
The tombstone foot
Rumble surplus in
Feeble city
Ground cylinder
Cry
Plus whiskey
Heal a floor
Jump up healthy
All alone

Fossil powered

Fossil powered

A slow crawl over nightmare
Answers given
Flung across the floor
Moving hands
Cold earth
High flying hands
My body stable, unlucky thin
Here with sunshine
Black wood
Full-time table
A legend of scale
Pushed away the number
Dialed the digits
Illegal protein analysis
Familiar plastic broom
Static drum wins
Happy white pool
Happy water

Something cold inside

Something cold inside

The beat and warmth gone
Fondled the mystery
As they pulled out their guns
Waving them above their heads
As the swat team surrounds the house
No time for regret
When they kick down the door
As the muzzle fire flashes
In a moment
A brief moment
You catch a glimpse
It all makes sense
In some odd and morbid way
The years that led up to this
This brief moment of clarity
Now you understand
Why you were born

In the eyes of those who believe

In the eyes of those who believe

Transfigured
Taking away the privilege of character
Considered god both evil and good
This rare event
Of captivated mind
They both must exist
To eliminate one
Will eliminate the other
Do death this dishonor
A chronic disease is life
Standing on a corner, a crossroads
Evil in all your dreams and desires
Conceives another lie
Not strong enough for evil
Taking on a life of its own
The worry of exact mechanisms
Driven by the competition
Acting only for themselves
To be passed on
Carrying the replicators around inside
Jumping from brain to brain
Infected by this belief
Pull this belief from your tissue
Extract it with a sharp knife
Lay it out on the table
To dry and crumble in the wind
The wind of indifference
And disbelief
Using your behavior
Instruction lodged in your brain
Discrete traits
In spite of obvious costs
Enhancing the condition
Organism and artifact
The animal becomes divine
Blind hope planted in your heart
Intense dismay and puzzlement
At the dawn of revolution
Drawing conclusions from the unrelated
Existence is the sum of explanation
Neither of heaven nor of earth

The pieces falling down

The pieces falling down

I push them with the toe of my boot
Step on them
Crush them down
Watch them break into smaller pieces
Ever smaller
We are all pieces of the same thing
Broken together
Waiting for the ambush
As we climb over the top
Bracing ourselves against the wing
The explosions all around us
Breathing in the acrid smoke
This hell is our making
The future, on earth, in human form
More deceptive than we suppose
A denial of life
You oppose yourself
When you wage war against evil
To stand upon impoverished soil
Becoming the demons
Tasting the fundamental harm
Wanting to assert self
Good reasons to be in the dark
The becoming was once beckoning
It overwhelmed us
Took us by surprise
Or so we convinced ourselves
Everyone desires the basic tendency
We boil it all down to the common denominator
In between spoonfuls of pudding
The weak and mediocre
Flatter the obedient
The means of seduction
Sanctified hatred

She was mad about math: this little girl called “worm”

She was mad about math: this little girl called “worm”

As she sat on the park bench
We both watch the undertaker
Stolen along past us
She grunts with anticipation
As I remove my blade
And scrape a few lines
On her mirror
All this talk of death and taxes
Makes Willy hungry for sex
On the park bench
In the grass
It doesn’t matter
As long as I get my fix
Begging me to never stop the music
I would if I could
I would end it all
The music and
Your gutter logic
Throw them all away
Living from ashtray to ashtray
29 words that you used against me
In a court of law
The ache of an agonized god
Relentless is her madness
A dismal thrust
We burned with lust
Spammed from your dirty hard drive
A binary logic
In a multi-casual world
The mission’s dirt
Drags us down
Down into a beleaguered conformity
Spins her webs contrary
Adding to the stash
Inside my brain
A little “me”
I see the world
I make decisions
I direct my actions
Does this make me more than an animal?
That central place inside my head
Where the sensations go
Something wrong with my ordinary view
We eat, shit, and fuck
The colors come
But, I cannot focus
Even though something is passed on
Between us
If only bodily fluids

You found the reason for the intrusion

You found the reason for the intrusion

The torso entrapped in calculated coordinates
To feel is to see and be open
Still alive after the death
The forensic steam drifts
Between the cortex and subliminal coils
You say that context is everything
But, I know that you will soon fall from the path
The oil is smooth and the metal parts move together so easily
I still have my god given purpose
In this godless world
Self-combusting
The razor’s edge is forgiving

We do heal
And then cry for our mother’s milk
But, I have learned to repress
To push down
To force it all down
Away from my consciousness
That way I can live like an animal again
Away from your morality
The blessed way of suicide
Kill the death with your veins

A new beginning
Kill the dross of miscue
Everyone deserves
300 darkrooms
To develop your fears
Into glossy 8 X 10s
Ursala has captured me with her big net
She rubs her hands across my alien skin
I am alive with her touch
I am her ominous discharge
Hungry for the strange

The little queenie speaks in five dialects
Writ large on the screen
In those sad wistful places
Tears with a mind of their own
Brushing the cigarette ash from the jeans

He was told to cover his head

He was told to cover his head

Strange things would fall out of the sky
First it was frogs
Then a slew of bullhead
Gasping and whiskers flapping
Then mudpuppies
Plastic buttons
Thimbles
Jacks
Corks
Feathers
Chicken wings
Olives
The golf balls were quite dangerous
He had to dodge then as he ran from the office to his car
What killed him were the refrigerators

The button and the knot

The button and the knot

Tread upon
The desire to form an action
Words of the high one
They seem like babble
The stones of the tower
Rock and fall
As you reboot the system
The roots of turn
Words cannot contain
The meanings of the sounds
Influencing the feel
Ergonomic slit
The little girl drones on and on
About her fabulous pussy
She is convinced that it was meant for god
I tell her thirty bucks is thirty bucks
She said that I always remind her of god

fire hardened points

Fire hardened points


Carved into the wise
Look up and see
The stars
They are gone
But, still we see
A heavy pathos
Without revolution
Every stacked exodus
Needs more
Fabled and flea
The ankles together
Dead away blown
The shore, the horizon
They blend into one
You see it all
Like in a vision
Butchered
Bones bare in the sun
Thread of song
Daily bleed
Aristotle’s lament
Distended heart
Nowhere to turn
Stopped my ears
From hearing the truth
Today, you made an enemy

so close to death

So close to death

Against her flesh
Remove these parts
Away from the light
The fold of touch
Sensual hips
The twists
I cannot forget
I heard your smile
Like a shot in the darkness
Looming it up
Like an erotic orifice
No pretend anymore
Damaged beyond repair
It would be cheaper to another
Throw this one away
Inventing blue lips
The up and down chest
The smoke for the nostrils
Rings of smells
They rise up to heaven
With our prayers
Believe in this
Believe in me
As I expand and devour
Your innocence
Not a thin silent sky
But a loud thundering experiment
A different earth mate

Domesticated horse

Domesticated horse

Very murdered path
By the time I’m done
Make the steam
Hot the bath
Rub along the tub
Bare whirls out
A hopeful deliberation
Delirious
Yes, dipped and perfection
Total infused
Each day
A plan
A way of feeling
Around the rock of time
Smothered by the fast
No matter when
Or how
Wound the cloud
Drape this over
And listen
We are both
Here and now
Together
Run the hellish howls
And be free
Once more

Eight wooden throwing spears

Eight wooden throwing spears

Sitting on thoughts
That bends but never break
Sudden fresh pace
Typical and primal
Remain on the platform
Just a little longer
All this philosophy
Coming out of your ears
Like ringlets
Tossed into the foam
Discovered liar in you
Deeper unable up
Exit the shadowed form
The never loved you
Float the resistant boat
Into the changed whistle
The loyal bond
Of demented harbor
Must each same
Each round goblet
Humble modern dead
Cold and wet
Incoming kick
Silent wasted chime
Crash against
Bleed the reason
The hallowed rent
Of unknown beaming
A little more
And the day comes to a close
A long way down
Victim us all

Puffy Atlas Kiss

Puffy Atlas Kiss

Slim white wicked
Talons of steel
Sweeps the burning you
The abandoned numbness
Misty ritual
A starry-eyed promise
Doing and feeling
All at once
Avoid the cost
The dimness grows
Cobwebs gather
The stone seeks out
The moss
No puffed up probe
No wither
Slithered abode
Reckon with the tongs
Brackish blued symbol
Nothing left to rattle
Ashen dream of muse
Assault the modern
Inhale the clattered stream
The bolting abhorrer
Hasty imperfect yawn
Losing myself
One step at a time
In the dreams of Yahweh
Upright stolen reed
Fornicated snake

suffered all the furies

Suffered All the Furies

muttering between teeth
her notes always flat
never sharp
nothing holds fast
eating me alive
tearing me apart
by rack and torture
roasting me little by little
suffered slings and arrows
in the name of duty and religion
crashing into the barriers
alive and teeming
streaming pugnacious
the magic talisman
too supple
the resistance has been beaten out of you
you know that all heroes will be shot
in the name of liberty
as the sun rises over the mountains
this rubble we call home
where the ignorant rule
the brave worry about their numbers
their contracts
their publicity campaigns
shaking like the naked in the wind
afraid of their shadows
concocting schemes to defraud the public
marching over your red coat
as it lays in total disregard
climbing into a minimalist speech
the first line of hallway banter
lost to the forgotten question
that never left your lips

all over my garden

All Over My Garden


The smile that illuminates
My heart of darkness
Like the crack
In the pavement
The rust stain in the sink
A course brush
Against my skin
It is not soft and pliable
It is hard and unmoving
Standing out in the rain
While everyone laughs
Seeing the last breath
Escape into eternity
She’s a daylight naked ninja
Sipping on her scotch
Behind her pink shades
The thoughts of grandeur
Laugh about the abduction
Remember your lines
And things will go well

You step into the Void

You Step Into the Void

your steps are electric
each step a blue brilliance
something of eternity
you are tempted by the worm
he knows the razor sunrise
when you pray with tainted lips
banging around in the dark
the blue stare of those lips
watching me move
grabbing and shaking me
calling out my name
the slight flicker
and the moment arrives
a white cloud of expression
stirring the desire
you retrieve love’s sting
asking in a small voice
coaxing down the reed
gathering the respectful distance
unfolding, simply unfolding
swaying and blurring
onto the trolley
it rolls us along
and you whisper
something from a sacred text
liberating

Your Grim Brothers

Your Grim Brothers

a three headed doll
stirring space with milking cows
in groups of four
brimming with broken down
selling you the milk
gone with the falling rain
shades, shoes, and suntan lotion
living the legend
too many book covers
the bleeder ink
and stains of injustice
played in my own
it’s for the suckers
exposed by your primitive behavior
living inside your life-force
giving four o’clock tours
through black dawn window
no divine interventions
sunset plow
leave them in the fields
they can have each other
ignorance is still there
even if we can’t see it
it finds behind the trees
we are lost and stone
lost again

Canceled Row of Fades

lies to kid themselves
covered brown stain
god’s flat stick
a roll of rusty nickels
falling slower
all over the floor
you gonna crucify
pills hard to swallow
a double dose fit
bends over brushes
the electrodes smile
swelling up and rattling
hands nailed out
floating over the controls
a dial for each life
schematic drawings and equations
a dusty bottom teeter
counterpoint and nemesis
a hammer instead of a bomb
letting loose the wild animal
the carnival barker shouts
and chops away
at the meat on the table
hisses and spits
the devil is always hard to kill
seeing visions
of heaven and hell
smoke on the horizon
eyes aimed full bore
bouncing against the walls
even before departure
last saw month ago
in a bad way then
far ahead of the crowd
standing out angry
burn the luminous
bunched in on self
losing the plot
out of control
a concealed pain
something come loose
sliding around
killing me
a void of repetition
attacking with fervor
a web of habits

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fifty black birds

Fifty Blackbirds

I saw it crack open
And out flew fifty blackbirds
They fluttered about and cawed
Threatened looks for the others
I counted each one
And gave each a name
It is my way, claiming power
Over nature and nurture
And all things in between
They asked me if I’ve seen any cats
Knew of my conversations
With a mean spirited tabby
Who was hell bent on destruction
And finding the new life
Beyond the pale moonlight

empty

Empty

I am empty,
fill me with yourself,
into my hollow squeeze,
that which is you.
See through my eyes,
something never before,
new horizons unfold,
for you a new day.
Feel my bones,
they rattle for you,
deep down inside,
witch doctor’s surprise.
Drink the snake venom,
live the vision,
strip away the mortal coil,
free from civilization.
Run naked through the garden,
return to a former state,
before sin entered your heart,
when you were a god.
The sting of death,
was not upon you,
no blemish or spot,
a perfect sacrifice.
Cast aside your illusions,
purchase the fresher stuff,
it’s your money that makes,
you what you are.
People don’t like you,
because you are cute or funny,
it’s your money they like,
trickle down my leg.
You tuck your revenge,
up under your eyelids,
it is safer than your bra,
just the other day.
Lost fifty dollars,
spent it on a doll,
It was one of those,
inflatable kind.
Pure plastic,
hormonal melodrama,
only found on your television,
a reality infused sleepover.
Melt your plastic on the altar,
type in your secret code,
it connects your to the economy,
feel alive and human.
You see we are not real,
if we don’t spend,
coming up soon,
new and improved.

down

Down

Down to the ground,
ask for fifty cents,
pretty, pretty maids,
they found your gun.
Shady looking loser,
as clear as the sun,
caught in a landslide,
no escape from me.
On a downtown street,
got it some more,
get out of the way,
broken down angel.
Bring it down,
back to the beginning,
shadows did fall,
all around us.
My punk rock date,
she’s a little gothic,
with fork and spoon,
ready with the needle.
Round she spins,
in her chair,
nothing’s ever wrong,
shush don’t speak.
Just you shut your mouth,
put it in the middle,
piercing the skin,
a little trickle.
I mean tickle,
one wonderful ride,
beyond your illusions,
past your foolish pride.
You are my last cry,
more than I can take,
hollowed out motives,
running through my head.
My arms extended,
chest puffed out,
see beyond my blindness,
hear only a shout.
Into a fine dust,
you are beaten down,
cornmeal of desire,
flavored with a little salt.

Dashboard Jesus

Dashboard Jesus

Your dashboard Jesus swims in contempt,
flexing forward with a revealing smile,
with that sick look of obsession.
He lifts his finger and points,
at the twenty-one gun salute,
a gift for the ballerina.
She has loved him since she was a little girl,
back in grammar school when she found him naked,
sitting on a park bench reading the Sunday paper.
Her looks at her with swollen eyes,
and a tongue that darts and slithers,
he runs it along the instate line.
He shows her his scars,
the spear, hammer, and nails,
exhibits for the traveling show.
Nightly there are miracles,
better than the primetime lineup,
more effective than lobotomy.
He thinks about his checkered past,
his time in Hell and the cold grave,
the nightlife surrendered for respectability.
He reminds her that he died for her,
to free her from her endorphins,
his gift is freedom from your addictions.

The Book I Left in the Whore House

The Book I Left in the Whore House

We are not futile
We are strong
I see you among the mob
Dirty winds tearing furious clouds
Pulsating with life
All its own
A human organism
I go to you for theater
Replacing your dreams with screaming sirens
Your intriguing combinations
Words that change the world
Corrupting the moral order
I don’t need you
For the pain any more
I just need you
Too scared to queue up
A tug of war
Between beauty and horror
Serving tea and oranges
Hearing the boats go by
She told you everything
The secrets in my head
You were just a number
A doorstop for the dead
We fought
Until the night grew cold
And we unpacked our belongs
Those we hadn’t sold
I have tried to be free
To fly from this cage
That enslaves me
To the rational
We sing
In a midnight choir
The butcher’s daughter
Plays the piano
You talk so brave
Your feet so sweet
As you dance on the stage
The world your partner
You were famous then
A bright and shining star
I couldn’t touch your fire
Without getting burnt

Looking at five weeks away

Looking at five weeks away

We look for signs
Any sign
As we watch the surface
To recognize
Like the churning sea
Would you have been more aware?

Remember the confusion?
It was an essential ingredient
You are still coming to grips with the idea

More Oedipus than king
This is no accident
Trying to find his way
And rightly so
The sorting went on within
Through squandered flesh
This private ocean

A wholly modern concept
Both of them looking the same
Flowing through my veins
Conveyance of the essence
Unsure which is which
Following the tides

The reptilian brain
Racing through the bloody
It shoots outward
Life among ugliness
Sky’s blended tapestry
The mix of affection

Discovered by fame and fortune
I staring in wonderment
Must squeeze through
It is so much easier to make evil
Dull as they are
Their feet of clay
I am still in awe

Showing all the intricacies
Thrill of the barbarous
Always poised to resist
With crisp cold air biting
To stand against the crime

Forming a little clump
We cross together
The small
Against the great
Our strength is in unity
Solid like steel

My openings and closings
The carefully drawn circle
We become solid
Experience and instinct were all
The breeze chilling the bones
Like stones

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Before circumstance has its wicked way

Before circumstance has its wicked way

Living the insular
Settled blinking safety
Throwing it up to the world
Steamrolling the cutting edge
Rolling around in the grubby reality
Opening the window of subversion
Back into the crucible
Collecting your street credentials
Your tattoos now culturally relevant
They want to put you on stage
Turn this into a circus
Bring the fight on all channels
Torn apart by rich idiots
Three fisted close-ups
A sublime understanding
Sponsored by the military industrial complex
The undergraduate female
Ready for the visceral web
Old enough for the resurrection
Stretching this abstract place
Standing atop your concrete monument
The wind across the moment
You are alive in the underground
Ringing out your freedom beats
Riding the sonic wave
Shouting “Liberation!”
Under your hypnotic mantra
Feeling the raw power
Unity and belief
They can’t subvert your heart
Combined carrot and stick
They just can’t crack this
Descending like a total blur
No letting it sink
Settling into your panicked flow
82 thugs still screaming
Locked up with Clark Kent
They still believe in this soldier
Savoring the golden glow
All those crazy thoughts
Flying you back to London
Tweaking on February sales
The even steel of pipe
Fresh level stalking
Cranking your demo for Tarantino
Brand spanking new
A fresh face with a twisted mind
Being kind to your strangers
Seeing how they react
A systematic scan
Booting out the system
Having what it took to enter the world
Pounding through the walls
Looking like a friend
Bent on suspicion
The long tall silence
It never springs up again
Naturally irreverent
Just boiling it down

Driving this vehicle of vengeance

Driving this vehicle of vengeance

The frame for this poem is the evil that humans perpetrate upon each other. Humanity has shown itself to be capable of performing great acts of evil. Also, the American war machine uses labels of “evil” as a means of dehumanizing the enemy. If our enemies are not human, then we are justified in our violence against them.

You sit, safely tucked away in your ghetto
of confusion. It’s not really a ghetto, is it?
It is more like an enclave. A place where
like minds congregate and plot their
evil deeds. Your deeds pile up against you
like prisoners in Abu Ghraib prison. Poor
dark hooded creatures with wires attached
to their testicles. In this case you suggest
that the ends justify the means. They are
terrorists and deserve the most vile treatments.
You did it all in the name of liberty and another
man dies with a bullet in his head. His sin was
violating society’s boundaries.

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