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