So have me, by the tale of time;
Bygone the glance at another of mine.
This neck of the woods, I stand, that mocks
The glance at another, the talk at another,
The eyes that sag at another of these clocks.

Another week has gone and spent its boring browns away.
What the hell’s a scream this much without a glass of noise?
Have me a cup, yes please, the one with the silver crack,
It makes me at least a trifle conscious of where I stand to cope.
I'd guess I'd drink it up so fast and check for it again.
I'd tilt the cup and notice such it's also two past nine, again.
I'd get on up and stagger past my doubts and hopes and fears.
I think sometimes I'd sort of try to hide my face from who knows what.
Then walk on back in seconds flat and just try not to sprint.
I'd sigh, I guess, I'd live and fuss, and drinks will keep me up’ed enough.

Up an’ up, like dust soars up.
And down an’ up and down and up.
And stuck, I'll stare flat,
Stuck an’ just an’ just an’...what…
I'm lost, I've known that,
Flown through that stack a’ nothins’ but
Dull manifesto’s even wannabes only and
Then this and then that and
I'll keep checking clocks and-

No, heh, parentless wreck.
Yer’ mess’ed done for th’ full of our nights.
Far to beat the life’s an’ cheats
Or something else that's rhymes with beats.
Tomorrow, with life, with time and mess
And bedtime flyin’s through these statute-husks.
Ah impersiable lines you fuss an’ ****.
You hate yourself doncha’, kid?
And this mindless puddle got half your weight.
Adding and passing your maxing an’ venting.
But, more skin, you lie then. You wanna sound bigger.
Though minding these thoughts, now, it ain't like your litter.

You can trust me, it stops and it starts.
Mor’in a’ breakin’ these words are you shakin’.
Eh, may wings give an’ fall an’
You'll quietly thank me for ******* you now.
But now ain't no time that you know some about.
Ye’ may dictate and death-wait t’ rattle ya’ up.
An’ up an’ up an’ nothins’ the time.
The world’s isn't shakin’ just for you in yer’ mind.

So, hear me, by will’s only tie.
Betwixt sets a’ eyes who keep’in starin’ me down.
And these words for a time, I speak, they are mine,
They are simply all mine,
On this night, not’n fight,
That we sit through, in spite.
They are fine, all this mind,
Now it's two past nine.
You’ll live on again,
Forever, strange time.

Happy gray buildings remind us of us
We sit, or we lay, and we all really must
Come withered children I instruct you trust me,
“Find the shape of your life and trace it out, justly.”

Is the knock on the door only for me
Am I the only one here aware of the fee
When you're far up in feeling the rooftop’s air
You must know what to push down to keep you up there

Allowed, are the many, I strain to believe
Default to the spectrum of loving with ease
Know that I don't say I'm sad to be humble
It's a race that I lost or still run but don't run well

Across town, the statues of structure collapse
Among minds the passion of patterns relapse
Autumn breeze means something, not any more
Cold winds of pure chaos take straight lines to our door

Only alone in my home do I dare
Not when I'm out there riding that scare
But it's bricks of a chimney we collectively built
It can't be just me who’s too warm from that guilt

It's a stilt on a crutch on a leather bound chair
You're calling it healthy to be scared to be bare
What in life’s name are we calling this tower
The knocks on the doors’ all too loud to be cowards

O'er the breathing pines
You idiot,

Squash down the slide of mud
Come in.

Dance in the feeling of just feeling it
Indoors, come in. Indoors!

Chambers of woody respite
Don't push it,

Layers of wool up the sky
Come down.

Attach to a feeling that's just out of reach
Come down, make this easy for me.

Skate against rainwater pools
Your sweater!

Lay flat, under stilts and a ladder
Mom's sweater!

Learn that mistakes are what make us dead
Uh, not quite… just get mommy a bottle.

Sit dimly, after Sunday like a rolling hill
Dear, go get new mommy a bottle.

There's a **** on the sheets of the bed where I sleep
Here’s black on my chair where once white fabric leaped
There’s the wrapper of some chips on a trash I won't upkeep
Herein thinks a brain, but the rest will still be me

There's shower one: down the drain, months of ****
Here's leaning teeth ignoring piles of floss kits
There's another week missed to get hair that fits
Herein rest bangs who might be cut in a bit

The Bug Wrecks
Sunless, fasting on shame
Eclectic, abhorrent
Asking for more
Masking some sick twist
Dying and pleading
Concealing a dark trick
Obsessively ignored
Twisting any door
Deliberate, silent form
Manipulative, breaching norms
Carrapasstic entrapment
Detracted of blame
The Bug Wrecks
Itself, inside of its flame

There's the meltdown starting with nothing’s absence
Here’s demented ravings after sketching my distance
There's some cryptic word mystics to plain flippant lies
Herein stead leads my dread of a make believe sky

There's the **** this and the **** that
Here's the mourn fiscal to fiscal-detach
There's the moth treading addiction en-masse
Herein some small house that bug has aroused

The Moth Let’s
Collapse pass
Dugout, running
Adjacent is feeling
Oasis’ these queasings
Dying and pleading
Sequester the ‘yes please’
Misdirect so death eases
Repressing life’s thank you’s
Suggest that you see me
Flee with me to being
Beneath me, your choosing
Release be to no one
The Moth Let’s
Me reconcile

There's the sleeping of poems into unquenchable moans
Here's me un-agreeing to the fixing of those
There's professional sadness of proverbial bones
Herein tells a someone maladjusted to pain

There's the bird, no better than some insect
Here's my sweat with every form of misstep
There's two eyes with two legs to imprison
Herein my life these words make a fiction

Now when things are over, I cry
Like I'm over a mountain
Looking back at what's done

With each tree and the breeze
That's gently moving across
Through all life, lovingly
Supporting itself

Now when noise is quiet, I cry
Like if I was time but shrinking in space
Charting to silence, awaiting in peace

By star, by infinite degree
Forests in heaven and nowhere to breath
Blooming minds willed to venture abroad
Systems down; are we done playing god

Now when nothing is left, I cry
Like a land burning its only sky
And above, one drone responding to call

Bearing down, it's nature, uneasing
Upon what’s revealed to be being
Matter, nothing better at all
Living, like us, immaculate sprawl

Your charismatic friend
Loud friend
Hides friend
Pass to the next day friend

Your incessant poem friend
Bottlecap friend
I’ll tell you friend
Like you in one way friend

Your high friend
Hair friend
Let’s try acid friend
Your nothing to lose friend

Your new phase friend
Song friend
Bird friend
Your vent friend
Cement friend

Your all the colors friend
The one on your dad’s mind friend
The hope’s to be friend
Your plain bad friend

Your gay friend
Bi friend
Straight friend
What’s your name friend
It’s losing your mind friend

Your day friend
Sad friend
Too much friend
“What did I do to you?” friend
The summer at the all end
And hit send to
Your sad friend
Your done friend

Two handfuls I could count on two rising hands
Producing old west-spun, embossed weekend
Orangefruits dancing with their bird noses, proud
Mystical burning frisked fowl fistulas soaking
Scents on The Mouth of Hell bridging
The unaiming the upbringing and forgetting
Exit habit

Palette
******
Can you fathom
Line in lying
Sit in this chair and
Spin
And once you're at
The Mouth of Hell

Digging into a hole, as they say it's
Holding up what is due from past frothing pits
Picking tree after wood which is taught by the birds
Pecking, piercing promises, pillaging patternous
Pathos continuously, The Mouth of Hell
Foresting this world unending you
Face it

Abuse
Is by you
On the dirt
From your grave
All which is singing along
To the birds on a path
Unsightly as marriage
Unkempt like a boy sitting still

Are the badge-bearing demons ready to knuckle
Holding breath contests in their leaf-sewn jail of lockers
Like picketers and fuelers can pen out abuse
As seizing angelical seismic acclaiments of crowd
Anoint me, my mouth screams, “Warning! Hell is down!”
But now I think, “Just jump in and drown.”