broken out paddy blues

Broken Out Paddy Blues

so much fury and power
blundering and fumbling
veering wildly into traffic
sucking in the world
passing by faces
drops on the skin
disturbed by the air
followed by silence
a captured piece
adamantly inclined
to be held and touched
she wants it more than glory
trades her inner fire
ways to rationalize
the beans into trees
a once claimed dance
obvious frayed edge
never could see the shape
coming around the corner
the dart flies to its mark
we watch and ponder
random consequences
boxers as trees
waiting for the fall
the axe against the trunk
grave questions ignored
my lifeless foyer
swept clean by digression
loose putrid dreams
a small wonder of august
this humbled place
jet freed dance
tying up the years

© 2009 Deep Piercing Cut

two charms in my pocket

Two Charms in my pocket

should be so much more
tied up like a canal
just after five
in the afternoon
sun striking cinders
turns them white hot
just like a fix
lay down and cover my eyes
see a vision pull away
holding back the green walls
from time to time they cross
just talking outside
with their few minutes
a burst of sudden silence
unsure of who I am
where I’m at
half-gouged wall
it has something written on it
I crawl a little closer
remember it says
rigid jutting corpse
smiles and points the way
Narcissus at his horror
perception empties it’s contents
into a small wooden box
the evening temperance falls
down the stairs squealing
kicking the base of the skull
one virtue after another
leave me
like a whore with my money

© Deep Piercing Cut

come down from your tree

Come Down From Your Tree

no homeward spiral
imagine the Mississippi
the laughing woman
of lollapalooza
tripping back
down drunken hallways
an inarticulate mass
seeing reality
as you want it to be
past poodles and broken lives
they pool together
like dead flies in a windowsill
love songs and sad scenes
the dreams of farmer’s daughters
few and far between
the legs of promiscuity
they clack like iron wheels
muscles than never relax
they hold you in like a pasture
fields of erotic dreams
taste the tender calf
boiled in it’s mother’s milk
there is no disputing the facts
we can plug you into the machine
suck out your inequalities
make you whole again
the all-American boy once more
all we hear is the orange laughter
of a warm moist place
atomic screams in Dolby double digital
you waiting for the painted future
finding heaven in your eyes

© Deep Piercing Cut