“Are you an apologist for your spiritual dogmatism, or are you a seeker of truth?”
                                              
                                                      You can't be both.

You can get caught up in these fucking patterns, and you may well never deviate from them; always being a slave to your head and your incessant thirst for the immediacy that is palliative excess, the lustful desire for all things sating. I would love to think I’m better than all that, though. I’d love to believe I’m trying now and getting better at it all of the time. No backsliding. No turning back.

                                                     Steady now…………

The piano's on another drunk now 
Saying "help me find the keys"
The telephone's out of cigarettes
As my brain slaps me down God's ally way with all the moral lepers
And the angel's sneakers are wrapped around the power lines 
So you know where to find blow in the quarters of heaven 
The codicil is a pepper shaker eating the prostitutes garters 
And Randy can't tie his shoes when people are talking
It's all cold coffee and broken cigarettes
Jazz June and a heavily hung moon
he said, whole lotta people get to talking that idle talk and forget where they left their minds at
I ain't never called the city on her
She's pretty as a plane-crash, ya heard me
I hear it all out here on the wire

Flush lips, hands bloodied
Knees drawn up abreast
The lioness now at sleep

Ruby tongue plumed out
Upon thighs—half-closed
In
  the
       dark

Eyes—stiller than sinkers now

Red
Red
White—

Harped on dumb desires
Dispassionate doldrums
Gentle little protests
Parodied with knives
down
     the
       hallway
             I
                go

Not for the first time
But the last one now
I leave you here, to this—
Your house of stone

You washout--
You had it all but you just couldn't leave well enough alone
When you couldn't manage to throw it into the ocean
If you were standing along the shoreline of the beach

Octavius, lead the seance if you would please dear--thankyou--

I hurt myself for you
In this myriad of ways
Asphodels nibbled, groping
Gestures, pale & nude--
Still as surety, rosy in blots
Queer ants on pink & lily-white patina
Summer sinks, dwindling down, easy now
Soft, shallow like an arrowhead mound
Wives of afflictive swains

A dumb terror pervades all your sleep
Nests atop this dreamsicle icy dew
Truncated tumulus, blue petals divested
Like plumes of feathers here on her ivory floor

Purple pupa 
Wheedle nilly 
Viking verse 
Spanish lily 
African violets 
Wolfgang willy 
Champing at the bit, is it champing? Chomping?...shit;
Oh well, fuck it. 
Costume party tonight @ the gallows
I'll be the carrion upon horseback
And you can be my piano wire finish-line.

Wellaways & deathbed wallflowers
Belly dancer in anabolic stasis
Atavistic ghosts rotting away in fever pitch
Sanity bleeds away with her caloric purge 

You there, gaping like cattle
String up your young for the feast


I could never get the tension quite right.

I am the gifted child ignored by a roomful of boisterous adults

Sometimes I think it should have been you
Others: I know it

The horse is up the tree, crowing

Scissor dances
Lungs on the table

Shadow divests on lighted lamp
Heavy hearts and dirty sheets

Sun—light, shade-tree vibe, skull and sky, buttercup I won't bite, hurry now, off you go, stay sweet is what they wrote, honey suckle sings what else but my desires disinclined upon your hemline—yet with one hand tied behind your back I still couldn't manage it now

Necromancy & nihilism on Sunday
With all the sycophants & sociopaths
Bathos at the foot of my bed
Blood in my bathroom sink
We take it on the chin night in & night out
But we just don't know when to take it lying down
Or more importantly—when to stay there

'See, the thing of it is that I can't think too good no mo'
I don't get solicitous like I used to
But when I do be gettin to
It hits hard and it's like a heaven born high
Typifies the junkie-fiend modus operandi.'

I wish I had better news
Filched you of all good faith, invalids in nursing-home hells
Hospital walls swell up withal the puerility of death places

As I glance over at my cat—spinning my index finger in circles, saying "it's all about layers, man."

Light adaptations—money back miracle guarantees
"I'ma stay my ass to the house."

Nala, harbinger of mangoes
Edna, residential queen of mean 
Armond, ambassador of assholes
Moo Goo, galactic empress child
If you would all take your seats
We may begin with the proceedings

You = true blue > Me = fickle friend

Palace blue, widow white
Snow birds & the cronyism of crones each in their waning light
You exist only as a reminder of the failings of all my would-be promise
 
Roses & wine 
Ripened red 
From right off of the vine
Well enough, let alone
You left me to cradle a telephone

'What I wouldn't give for a holocaust cloak.'
 
O sleeper, wake from the deathless incantation of coiling machines 
and this modicum hubris that is being wholly alone
Never knowing exactly why it is you're here to begin with and then dying much as you lived—alone 
as you always were

See, no one knows why we're here, what the meaning of it all is or where you go when you die, and none of us ever will as long as we're alive, at least—but here's the thing, is it doesn't matter; yeah, all that matters is that which you want to matter to you, what you give purpose and meaning to and what you want to do while you're here on this planet, that's it. Be kind, be cool to people and the rest will follow 

(Preach  it)

Talk in space. Talk in spates.  
Violescent verismo  
Magniloquent motif
On and on and so forth, etc...

Hold your head back and pinch your nose to bland the taste

'Gorillas in the mist'
Blistered & bloody 

'Whatchu say, muthafucka?
You better watch yo damn mouth!"

The obsession of all those under her spell
Was too great for even the best of contestants to contend with

Change it—

Outta my mind, get me the hell out of my head before I do something the both of us will regret 

I got your heart in my pocket
And I'm not giving it back
I got your perfume on my evening coat
And I can't wash the memory of you away 

I met her in an Indonesian bughouse
Over a pot of lamb lung stew
I fucked her in a flophouse
Monks in the murder house observed
Sycophants in the sick house,
Hooch hounds, the lot of em'
Suck out the venom, the poison dart
Make it last or let it bleed out the taste
Virgins snow-in desoluted citadel 
Eventually, it will all let up, I know it won't lest it kills

'Wave off the matador 
& absolve the papal bull'


Please pardon the womanly troubadour's guff lament
Live it out like pert lightning bolts of unremitting rumpus in dance
Stodge through all of time & space like gorgonized greenhorns
Ramp up the reasons why it's all absurd, and not just this, but every goddamn thing else too
Wild eyed & unwound 
Fulsome in the wash of a newly pulsing moon
We were—so licentious last night
You came for me by & by
And I held your head down in the hopes you might take it all in
With this, our onyx black decline

Pawn shop picayune boys
And dead-hour-a'day girls 
Hound me with pin-striped
Typewriter ribbon ripostes
Blow out your candles, Isla
Make one last wish 
Then cross your name from
Off my naughty list 

——————————————

My baby girl name is Rotunda
I call her that because she's got a fat ass
She calls me daddy when she rides me with that big booty in the air
And says 'give it to me' when she hears me coming.

——————————————

Go to Herbert White house and ask him where he at
If he ain't around at the house he gone drinking
No, it's a station wagon—it might be a Honda, it got sporty rims on it?
Alright then. 

——————————————

Living in America

"Hello there, Walter. It's been far too long."

Élan vampires
Werewolves with well-heeled hooves
Ghouls & gauche goblins galore
Bloodletting the bathing beauties
Savages in swimsuit competitions 
 
"You wanna let's walk out there?"

Beg off and come back to beg for one more 
Failure spews forth from her every brittle, baleful word
Like a fourth grader pronouncing
decathect 
'Can you use it in a sentence?'

Wits dull, beauty fades
Prehistoric hatreds abrade
Sailing on throughout the ether 
Beyond dinosaurs and outer space  

"Holla, holla."

"Goodbye Walter. Until we meet again in another life."

Say what?

"You a real cool dude."

"It's just nice to know there's more out there than the here & now."