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