one of these days
I am sure
of it
you will go to your
grocery store
and find
a dragging —
a trail of
blood and
cheap wine
leading into the room
behind the register
and they will be eating him
man, do people hate each other

God, when will you end the cola wars

for the last time
forget the man
hattan-project
for the true *****
bomb
lies behind the lips
of every
woman, if
she can smile
with her eyes as
well.
See, that’s power:
nuke em’ Debbie
-but come to think of it
I am sure that
there is a woman like
Debs
behind every
bomb.

goodbye

-you know what to do

as the sun rises
intrudes round the edge of the blinds – a square
shirts on hangers, some in the very umbra
on the line, that I hung myself
with nails to the moist walls
Hanging Bodies
as I hang them after a day
maybe several days
giving up, flat again
to air
to vent
to reinvigorate
one hanging for each day
I must have died four times this week
am I getting sloppy

do not pity
me, you
silly little path
though you are beautiful
in the cold autumn breeze
I have seen
many things like you
on the way, to
The place I am going
it is near where I grew up, or I like to think so
it holds a lot of people
but they do not let you bring anything or
any
one
in the place I am going
every morning it seems
a walk to long and testing
for me
but every night, I wind up, concluding
that it is the place for me
no matter what happens
on the way
twisting my ankles
and clicking my knees
will probably do me in
but the place I am going
I will crawl my way in
you are not certain
until it is
there, gaping, breathing
and the place that I am going, is a place
you will never be leaving

skipping
the creeks
and
the water holes
never occurred to me
I fall, roll, drown, and sit
****, in the murky
stream, the rocks
smooth but smelly
the color of ****
rocks - my world
dive down
I am glad I cannot
swim
I never learned how
to keep myself
afloat
but at least
I see
what is really
going
on, on the
bottom,
sea bed
and let me
tell
you, baby
it is
a blue
world

I wish I could sleep
with my eyes closed
for I only sleep with my eyes open
I want to see the peoples — the folks who lay these traps for me
every day, every morning
I remain unvisited
at least to my own accord
but as I slide my feet down from the bed side, out of my dream
I step down into my stygian sea
and they pull me
ever under
-
we go deep
a little deeper each time
where does it lead
where does it lead this time
-
I am no new
to this avenue  
-good morning