Who cut the light behind this big dope’s eyes?
All clumsy,
stalling, acting funny,
landed on the sticky side of grace
unfazed by muchness, regal afterglow
of lives well-lived (they sung him so),
an easy time to toast the moon.
I land amidst my own,
the light of love, so soft and yellow,
hie to say “I’ll stay right here”
to neighbors, angel sisters, getting by.
I reach a mass,
the tributes being passed
in plates & soft debates
on what he said and who meant what,
the grist for gossip’s mill.
Enchanting still, the equal stage
where all can stumble up, unmute, and play,
and we support us,
understand what’s wrong.
We know what else is going on
that keeps you unprepared and practice-shy,
but try. And come to learn
the magic strains that make
belonging work.
The herds that once were there,
Alarm, Inadequacy, Fear,
up-toast their cup of patience high
and learn success is real -
if only for a song,
if only for a meal.
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 4:36 PM UTC
Screamers of the soul flash you
the last time you can go this hard,
this fast, this fraught, this almost,
tricksters tapping tickets to a one-way grave
enslaved to pressing on, encased in never,
courtesies we won’t get back.
The patience they destroy sets fire
to the wand’ring widow – screams
that have to wake you up.
They steal a frantic callback to
some lasso-lover, ornery, stupid,
gamboling up streets
that shatter craven, crawl-back trust.
Here because of half-shift workers
(all but zombies) trusting that
this pay will shine upon a son -
as daughter clips the lawn, we’re granted
odd hours off. Unruly matrix
finds a way to live and re-address
their outer billing trans our continental stress
so lated,
pictures of a match in prison:
Puts Out v. I-Seen-You-Two,
and one won’t deign to be so misconstrued.
So night, she gaslights, spreading
shock to beds. Tattoo upon
your heads Things Not Like They Once Was;
forgive us if we must fight back,
the sleep the sinners lack
reclaimed in staid unworthy buzz.
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 4:34 PM UTC
Wiry limits, līve on lines,
decepit-iconned in talking points,
a controversial coil of self
that circle-heats the attitude within.
Get shaken,
heave and hop to, bowl about;
it’s nothing we can’t roll without.
So buckle up again
and grace our confidence with tactile sport.
A borderline detractor, never selling
pitfalls short, fires up the case
to cook your blessing from the sky.
Die fast and ask us why
our friends keep silent,
knowing who we are
and what vines take us for
when planting suckers down on us
for some ill-got relief,
we breached!
We must press onward,
if not just as arrows to the mark
of demons sending whispered omens
to the dark.
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 4:33 PM UTC
All malady malaise enshrines
downstage – we set to rise or fall
a ****** apart from clarity,
false liberty, put on for all.
Such dryness cracks our throat,
devoid of verdance and the warming coat
of piles of people – weary from the dance,
they take their chances on
the Interstate, arresting dawn
with red-and-blue-make-white line fever.
Be an eager steward of resource:
get on their power-horse -
inflict the distance on our hearts,
the petals strewn apart, so lost
without a core, and more, the chore
of wilting in an unseen way
upstaged by autumn leaves -
deceives the quickness of the exit.
Unsuggested dreams arise,
waft in, disrupt
the lover from his lies
to reason, cheap endeavor
mold’ring in the square.
You’re there
to show Afraid up,
grace the curtains with a knowing bow
below to one door down:
disharmony beneath the stage,
each quaver screaming to itself,
“Get on my page.”
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 4:32 PM UTC
Not wrong.
Let he who wants to shame a thing begone.
Not awkward – comfortable.
Not out to shame a brother’s passions
nor the darkness of a son.
He’s flown through much -
and where he perches now embraces touch
and afters many glows,
observing all below,
beneath, offsides – up comes another
brimming up with pride,
with courage and with honesty
that shapes into a melody
their demons’ rueful drone. I come
to practice what he preaches:
you’re enough, you’re all right,
you deserve to love
and be rejoiced
as heartful bodies beat about,
carouse for fleeting answers
‘midst our economic, existential doubt.
A hand to hold, if big on tiny,
ratchets up the links-made count by one,
the only sign of hope under the sun.
He’s cloudy, rainy-eyed,
alive, aloof, and wise -
knowing beauty’s many faces,
shall not suffer a disguise.
Voice that beckons new beginnings,
how I hear! How I can’t wait to pour
more honey in your ear.
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 4:31 PM UTC
We hear the marching step:
the fear of falling deaf to screams
that echo what’s been written on the walls,
the halls of foreign fadings,
legionnaires in limbo, marking time.
We write a river’s worth o’ppeals
to fight the footstrong feels
but lust big shots we drain
to calibrate our tanks to treason
‘gainst the logic of the vine.
Seek light! Unfold, unwind!
And now,
just callow beggars
swapping credits for a fix,
chip reader bliss beeps “been approved”
to addicts’ ears –
sink lower, wipe away the tears;
you’ll die before it’s sorted out -
whether it is heights
or falls we talk about.
Just press a ladle to a swan,
dip out a portion of his song to sample:
fatal if you let it play,
know when to hold and when to stay.
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 4:30 PM UTC
Some grey hurdle in your empire-
building poured an oaken drink
and asked you what’s the endgame,
peeking out to see rose death, spread shameless
‘midst the masses, boulder-swept,
alive with anguish. Feel the days press on,
your causes, cookie reasons,
fill with fortunes folded by
men no-percent alive.
You dopes
demand our castles, greasy chips
smear eb’ny heads on which would rain
your landing – Guess who’s strong. Guess who is
tempered, battle-evened error modes
of robed dictators, falsehood-seeking tenets
of demise, long-startled, dancing
over scrapped-together rinds
of valor.
Robed in beech dissent
like quibbles: do we spill blood best
from jugular or vena cava?
Millions distant, dead.
How do you like ‘em? Force inspires romance
never shallow, hoisted up
the pole. Fireworks like grape shells starring
every goal: this cycle brought
to you by bombs & stripes that started
from discussions, oaken drinks
in quiet chambers, warm and dry
from toes to anguish on your aura,
glory getting by.
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 4:29 PM UTC
My errant root strikes through
the stagnant soils of lesser days,
the soil compressing and eroding
like the latest silly craze,
still compounding – mirrors shining
out kaleidoscopes of truth
onto the chyrons under youth from which
they read our misfit phrase.
Oft-cheated,
cut to bear rushed fruit out of the Mississippi self,
waters roll in play, though none who near it
ever boast its wealth,
for brash encounters with the renegade
on sacred runs to never;
faces foaming up with weather,
work the silt that they’ve been dealt.
A never-stay-too-long
“Don’t be a stranger” sing the strong
as weakness flees to food,
those chance encounters, croaking, rude,
awaken crises on a *******
Never fault the crafty sacker
for his blitz of attitude.
Can’t shift him -
what digs in will speak
- like roots -
alerting suits what realness tastes like
in the hours they’re not a hole made through us
so some sound might penetrate,
attract, relate,
and fire off into darkness
like the rockets painted with our name.
Your ground rules over game.
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 4:28 PM UTC
Wireless zombie myth, milady.
Argonne pages test wild orbits out,
you shout, atoning frequencies
to bourgeois prance. Details
come driving in, a trance of force
lit pageless under books
that make it look like we were shaking -
looking past, aghast, we loaf
on starters’ blocks. The dull ascending shocks
are treasonous, but float so softly
in between commercials for
some gleaming rolled relief.
Unseat us -
show some poison.
Why make fear-all toys and cars
and cancer from the river? step
wild step to make us either
grinding, coarse applause or winding
widows at a loss for laws,
our orphans on display, enjoying
time delay for pay? You seek us,
grooming ever-milder troops
with pointed press releases: scoops
of policy on market madness,
argent damless in the lockest
of lock-steps to gutter depths.
A longing amplifies this Lent, extends
the spring to Interstateful ether.
Bead awake with sweat
and send the doleful waters out to air.
We never wanted to be everywhere.
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 4:26 PM UTC
Video production brands
were fables I laid silver on -
they shadow how we used to roll.
We’d splice the prequel to descent,
amazement under synths so grand -
new shade from salty earth-fire days
laid by our DiscTone bin.
They rule the sages, airless,
Prevue blocks that climb our screen
as landscapes loom under green EVEs
and stifle transit,
training loose-wired rumbles weird -
lift arcs below the Parkland Tier.
Tail trenchant over Pace
leapt to the hedge, fire patience
over hedges, wresting deep-freed sorrow
from the Cage Mount Times. -
Crescent turbulence, a trick
of carriage, sofas, cars wheel sharper,
pages out for albums
after looking days caught timeless
turnaround.
Now fly, fresh zapper –
steal pageless chatter chords
& wily shuffles from your thriftless grin.
More rattled up than Stage Street,
harried after rises, wallows,
deep-held seeds of Rose-born;
Lift the beam and tractor eyes
to where they’ve never been.
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 4:25 PM UTC