What waits
in that head of yours
for freedom

what are
your bonds
or who

stretch something
here
more than

this disguised
convalescing
maybe

I'm a
force
of life

I realize I am no longer
a guy writing poetry
now I'm a poet talking
which is an admission
of a surrender
I just discovered
I made

This thought
flung your way
poets
flinging poo
still
wanting applause
aping for it
and I'm okay
with my
stinking
throw

Do you know that edge
when you cross
inebriation
a rising that tis a falling

and asks for happy reminders
as it falls
to say
isn't that pretty

while sinking
in tv quicksand
wailing for a branch
or a loop of rope

Nothing you run into
is as deep as me
and I can only
be stumbled upon

in ignorance
you fall upon me
like a devil
on an innocent

feast if you can
on this crumble
on this crack
in a wall of next

this is the hunger
propping you up
to see
to see that that me

fully scratched
open and bleeding
giving up
my life to you

don't
******
squander
it

Just a body
wanting to be rubbed
lyrically

I have a fold
of space time
I'm causing
it to open
Exposing its
sticky lines
strung
to humming
a 40 yr old song
"...has broken,
blackbird has
spoken..."
To continue
this has lately
become
restringing
lost notes
some stinging
if you hear it
and have a go
increasing the fold
say so

These keys asked for something useful
you are not around to press
such a thing upon them

I can log your absence
it seems correct and not useful
as I write it down

the page seems to yield
sparingly unhappy
I leave a skittery impression

Darting away

All of these days
under some cloud
I create unless
i don't
on some days

rain is a fixture
a saturating often
reign o'er even breath
do you now try
to breathe

Reflections
     of the direction
as if each woman
     an intersection
of sunlight and starlight
     and dark earth

An opening glitters
     and pulls hard
pillows fly past
     my blind approach
I am know nothing
     light that is hunger

May I open you up
     brighten your infinite day

**** hesitant
lurching

infinite sequences
of small cars
and small motorcycles

draw along
penetrate ahead
coast, edge in
sprint, coast
wait, lurch

follow that
breach
careen off
the rising mountain
to the selling street
park here!, eat! here! here!

Cali
I've received your best
today

and
may I have another
please

'cause
that was a downhill
samosa

sizzling
from the rendering fryer
and laughing

thrown
against curves and turns
slalom

downhill
to the cafe bar
and order

!Si I'm blind

Overwhelmed
on Friday

Oh God
Thank you
Thank you
Thank you

and the sauce
Gearshifting madly

burning ember
of a number
swung by her
a higher number

Over a bad translation
Laughing shifting
Drinking beer
Wearing the normal here
Almost nothing

And who seems
To, actually
be here
Sharing
A Peruvian
Seafood
Grill

A lot of what I write
Is Tripe
Whatever that is

I seem to find it
Must know that smell
Or is it a sound

I've been around
That's Become invisible
Background

My baseline throbs
at this way
beating forward

shallow fetid strokes
Of opprobrium
reign

And nowhere is where
We're going
To be dissapative

As if we were there
and here tonight
for you

I've listened to so many stories
of men
arriving just in time

Told some
to renew
something
that is never clear
and always needy

I need you to need me
not be able to do without
me

Me
Not something that could be thrown away easily

What happens
When I am discarded
Is my last human moment
when I know my true role

A hand in a fire brigade
passing wetness
forward
to be poured
on newborns
who will laugh
the laugh
of I am
now

In the most
Spectacular
way

Sings
and has a rash and
monta somebodies revenge

Got a shot
in the ***
to set me right

And I'm not right yet
healing
and reeling

subscribing
to a Margarita
seems sensible

Doesn't it?
or two now
that we're goin'

it alone here
sadly at
an empty bar

want
is a funny
thing

want want want
brought me here
an' I don' wanna

be here
no more
maybe

minds
not made
up

spin
in some gravy
filling

of expectations
and anxieties
and leftouts

this is a
leftover
day

from a past
I've lost
showing up

who knew
the dream
would come true

when it
no longer
mattered

Its not the rhyme or
the rhythm
Its the finding
of yourself
exposed
in a lovely way

like you
good is of little concern
has it been given love
by someone
is what lifts
us all here

I have let these things go
You for example
The center
Gone awry

And all
the carefully orbited
mirrors
reflecting you

their lines of sight
edges of something
we made solid
now bursting

glittering away
bright flashing bits
there gone there gone
gone effortlessly

these questions
we ask ourselves
about why oh why

On this page of a night
I've ridden new words
with headlights
and pedals whirling
some went puhlumka

Of course I didn't know
did you ever actually know
you were on the way
to right here
how could you

others went awry
and still got here
on time
though its late
in verse

there's a sugary bit
to be had for sure
not much of a lure
hung on ramblings
where I cannot get

This is dangerous
and you should not
read any further

I'm going to reveal
the secret
you know the one

don't worry
you are not alone
in here

comfort will come
from those of us
making you up

those of us
taking this in
will forget

the awareness
the branching
net of narrative

making cells
not even yours
step in

and have
you looking
next

I'm just getting started here
I got out ran around the other side
and got back in

There's twelve people in my room
they know how to use
this

I'm getting pregnant here
knocked up with feeling
as if I'm stealing here

It's just a pillow case
it's just a mild case
I have a case
don't I?

I swallowed it
that knowing

I would like the world to change
to suit me

I would like you to change
to please me

I would like me to change
to accept this

Don't fight the change

around me swirls nothing
of which I am certain

in me swirls everything
shaken and stirred
mr bond

maelstroms unite
get organized
blow harder
start blogs

pensive i am
'bout that

ache in my *******
as if they
have
an opinion
on this

this

this easement
of a wedge

of a sense
you can feel coming
something is

a sandwich of things
i would devour
with the right wine
with or without wine

what am i eating
that blinks
my own eyes
that i pull close

and concentrate
counting swirls
making whirls
which I voice

its time i say
its timing i say
while we converse
in a room that never

regret is trending
tonight
while lost and afraid
are running neck and neck
really very close behind

heartbreak leads beauty's
appreciation by an artery
and life is so ******* me
is greasy on the page
curled metaphorically up

all doubtful
of our intentions
as we skip through
sliding on eyeballs
and wet afternoon air

they bunch up
into rhythmic herds
of black and white accusations
of our blindness and willful
numbness; well, us

The scent of bread baking
and fresh coffee making
are tomorrow's lures
they are enough

to my empty headed
surprise

I better go start the loaf
I encourage my self
gently now
I don't know this taste

What of beauty
might I confer
upon this
mental space
we entangle
here

knot of some
angst
molten feeling
of lust
scrabbling's from
terror

is it me that
is running
away
from imagined
death at
your hands

or is it
you wielding
thoughtful
balderdash
hardened and
sharpened

I was taken in by poetry
visions of diamonds and pearls
adulation and printed reviews
it was all going to be mine
i tell you
mine

Everything is an eternity from now
where i don't want to be
so alone

so of course
poetry take me home
Nothingness in a song i yearn to be so

I am such a defenseless creature
in time's coarse turning
with moments that are boulders
falling along side my airy coral

I am rubble rolling
along pulls and tangles
not knowing different
I celebrate this easing

The vibration has arrived
I shake my tingling fingers
can you love your magnificence

this thing that carries you
not forward but now
as it consumes itself

is magnetic rare earth
don't bother tracking
memory is not for that

its the same trail we walk
over and over the same rocks
the same watering hole

and today the lions and tigers
are too tired and just need a drink
they'll ignore you while

Just how _
are you?
Please feel in the blank
legibly
and then answer the question
with 100 percent

You're not 100 percent?

You're not 100 percent anything?

So you acknowledge that you are still alive?

To have an opinion is to die a little

to be certain is to die a lot

Are you sure that is darkness and this is light?
Could it be gray hair and gray eyes you see

I don't mean to stare but do you know
what is on your face?

The legerdemain happening here
is legendary

I know I had my soul with me here
just a minute ago
and now it's gone

The wetness of a sentence
soaking in
news about you

where do I keep
all these invisible
structures

falling through
edges distant
and several

things you can take
rubbing my eye
closed as can be

What if I start a poem while I'm smiling
How many get started that way
this seems to be the safest venue
for crying out loud

The thing we(me) most care about
indelicately subtracted
conferring a lack of oxygen
spasms onto a page

something uncontaminated
by expertise in anything
a rose, a new born, love
gone to thinness, memory

this is that beach, and we
certainly me me me oh me
discomforts on a page
almost senselessly

don't agree too fast there bub
and notice the nature of you now
what if you had been smiling
before you found

It marinates in it's own would be vibe
bounces off things it has collected
on its constitutional walk
across its living page
written in literal light
salt-ily stored in silica angst
another glowing miracle
aetherically transported
naked as the nano 'twas born
appearing on random pages
of hopeful wisps all wishing
clumsily

This hand holds that hand
that hand holds this hand
in a constant encircling
this is wringing our hands

they've taken our last cover
we are exposed to the sky
backing, scrambling uselessly
we close our eyes waiting

the crack of the bolt stuns us
and then in darkness
no way to look away
freeze feeling hot breath

I don't have patience
for the normal
passage of time
So I hurry it up
by being anxious
time still passes the same
I just move faster
to create the illusion
that meets my need

Somebody read one of these things
it was the end of a long night
they couldn't settle down
looked for something
really soporific
found me

In gratitude they
thanked me
next day

We all want to be safe
We are not
Because of men who want things
And behave like bears

The fumbling hand doesn't lie
uncertainty is a true thing
of aiming

Unlisten to the metallic framework
given to all kids, read aloud
sounds like

Certainty just because we want it
granted to all, before the fall
feels like

Thinking
thinking again
trapped in slow time
of imagining all these arrows
inbound

imagining them landing
with that movie sound
points arriving in muscle
shocking
to your sense of life

No reaction no clench
as we are numb to sharpness
and its friend hardness
as they are only words
vacationing

We all need a poem
in this, here, I am not alone
hehe

We all need a poem
as we, mere, sing alone
re me

No one needs a poem
to read, sear, turn you alone
ta da

I always need me a poem
gets me, vibe-ish-ly, home
haha

The preceding has been
sponsored by
the sky

The hours in which I do not care
are finally here

*****' and vaginas

Do you feel I should stop there?

What is a thing of beauty
if not you

Not what you've been thru

Does yours have hair?

I wish I was sorry
this isn't delicate

Not really I really wish
some of you were here

you would be
something I'm sure

more than three screens
and a begging keyboard

The hours pressed hard

Haven't had enough to drink, yet
to write really well
Inhibitions yet to be defeated scream
fighting that fade-to-cornered gibbering
buh buh buh but what about buh what about

its supposed to be

its supposed to be different
this is supposed to read well
save your cornflakes and all
from becoming soggy

Wondering about direction
Wandering without connection
Displaying words some fresh

This uneven land this scramble
of eggs like days beaten with spices
from unlabeled containers
I'll eat that I know
smiling

the bit not in my teeth I wonder
where you are sitting
where words mix in with your milieu
what you have at hand to sip
how fast you move on

Not hungry
and muscles in my arms
and chest say I'm lying
Three people talking at once
and I turn away

I notice the capitalization
you use on your way here
the rhythm of your hesitations
as you intone for the next feeling
to land on a word that sounds

Somewhere I want to be
maybe even harder
faster moving
on some natural *****
neither of us saw

I really don't think so
Yes it is
No it isn't
I'm going to public it
Oh please don't, no one's going to laugh
I'm already laughing
I'm hiding
Too late, haha
[smack]
Tha's not funny

You don't have time to read this
I'm not even taking the time to write it
I've let it fall this way consciously haphazardly
no, more like half-consciously self-titillating-ly
see if you can say that last word a few times
without smiling because I sure can't

This defines my heart
define:friable

There are
and I keep writing more
and you
whatever

This is a bad poem
but it still needs a home
it's one of those
i couldn't leave alone
I typed it in chrome
Do you know Jerome?