completely repleted
undulations
stake their claim
to hold this form
with puppet strings
that run beneath

a fevered storm
only just encompassed
struggles to escape
the will to deconstruct
and replace the missing parts

thunder shakes
the earth
both lullaby and curse
something sleeps
and something stirs

the metaphor
within my eyes
slithers like a worm
disquieting surprise
mildly disturbed

infantile arms
grasping towards
the sun
endeavor to dissever
all the light
and see what it becomes

emaciated fingers
reach into my eye
drag the key out from behind
and touch it to the sky

strings like water
from the heavens pour
now to weave the web
and forge the other door

from the mist
ascends the opening
where hands of chaos
play with broken things

the skin i'm in
then ruptures
and the captive
staggers forth
to disestablish
all i am

let the fragments
be woven in the fabric
to stretch forever more

Look of pure deception never able to appease
Cleo Patra drop a man down to his knees
Hand on hand let the feelings rush
A secret desire an temptation keep it on the hush
A vicious cycle no more like history
You to me to you to me
Write it in the books to commemorate your wasted time and effort look at the mess you made
Now watch as you relapse till the memories fade

Killed it quick like so many cruel eulogies
Suddenly snuffed (sniffed) out sullen sodium channels all blocked
You don't need ******* to break hearts
Do you honey?

I'll **** out the pain until yer broken
      heaving chest collapses on me
           pale yet supple supine *******

With our hoarse ragged cries
We'll make our local peep hole Henry Miller blush with erudite *******

How I will show you what it means
To never forget the sweat,
And screams of solipsistic synergy
As I take you like the ***** you want to be
As you spit and scratch and burn me
Like the John I deserve to be

Finally collapsing "I love you"
Whispered, panting, entangled
Can't won't ever stop
All the lines of your cheeks
And jaw and waist stabbing
How I quiver and shake
in your embrace
How rose sweetly your tongue tastes
We destroy each other
Greedily

There are no numbers on these tables
to quantify our place. We sit and smoke
in the beer garden glow, forgetting the
circular thoughts of home. This small-town

will turn you to drink. It will soil your liver
and cloud your breath. She's serving cocktails
to strangers, her hair bleached by the summer
light. I'm still rooting in her shadows,

as proof I ever had her at all. My Big Brother's
wallet is only slightly fatter than his head,
and yet he talks of heartache as if it is
a sort of passing trend. This is an alien life

without footsteps overhead. A chance
for bacon and *** in the morning;
a chance for music and coffee, come
lunch. I have learned that love

can be simple. It is the absence at night
that turns lungs to black. 'I miss you'
sounds out as a mantra. I travel in dreams
to our coastline,

to where you may finally allow me
to love you back.

You learn to forget after so many years of misappropos et faux-pas
      Remembrance is tantamount to admission of guilt
Lord knows none of us are capable of admitting that
Even though everyone was wrong,
Everyone is wrong, from time to time and I saw the lemon, I saw the lime
But "I don't need none of that ****" with my tequila shot
And I brushed it away like so many tired analogies of mosquitos
That all make me equally as or moreso sick than all the ******* lies
We told each other, and the *****, and the ******* amateur
Psychopharmacology,

Because oh yes, we knew what we were talking about
Though those chump change shrinks never did
Psychiatry? Pompous clinically trained diagnosticians
Choking on the uncertainties of the human mind
Trying to measure the weight of smoke

Grey-Green-Red-Brown Dawn
stains right through a.m. sky
                     so the atmosphere
                     looks weird today.
The forecast calls for heat again;
that silent, seething drum that beats
        the blood-drenched dollar sky--
beats out a March of Ages--

beats us copper lumps to shape.

The shelf we Occupy on this drifting
westward continent, constructed from
the flesh that fell from our fathers' hands,
from the bones of distant lands
becomes a dusty storage closet
        for the corpses of our days

Our days--aha.
That's supply and demand, kid.
What's a life but flesh-time?
And what's time if not money?
Nothing!
Nothing is anything
                   but money.
You. Are money.
Like time.
Sleep well tonight. And set your clock.
You gotta work to buy their robots
that **** Mid-Eastern skies
(and Midwestern ones alike)

Sink real slow beneath the surface
of that rising ocean of noise--
growing louder--hot air melting ice caps.
Watch that boiling, acid ocean
roll in on the tide and sink
beneath the waves of noise--
               of monotone voices--
sawdust seasoning on cardboard--
crying, "These colors don't run!"
and, "Stand your ground!"
and for fun, when bored, answer the
                 Call of Duty.
It's that silent, seething drum

beating 'gainst THE TERRORISTS
while we deny the summer heat
as we sweat in SUPERBOWL SUNDAY dreams,
Like it beat against the COMMUNISTS
through all our TOP GUN weekends,
Like it drums up portraits of
              vampire fanged IMMIGRANTS
                                           and ILLEGALS
while we guzzle our BEER
and sweat beneath those acne-scarred skies
on the FOURTH OF JULY.

Sleep well tonight

And set your clock.

Don't wanna be late for work,
to buy their robots that **** Mid-Eastern skies
          (and Midwestern ones alike).

What's that hum outside your window tonight,
whirring, buzzing
                 droning
beneath the blood-drenched dollar sky?

I was enriched, not casting after marvels,
But as one walking in a usual place,
Without desert but common eyes and ears,
No recourse but to hear, power but to see,
Got to love you of grace.


Subtle musicians, that could body wind,
Or contrive strings to anguish, in conceit
Random and artless strung a branch with bells,
Fixed in one silver whim, which at a touch
Shook and were sweet.


And you, you lovely and unpurchased note,
One run distraught, and vexing hot and cold
To give to the heart’s poor confusion tongue,
By chance caught you, and henceforth all unlearned
Repeats you gold.