This garden has grown wild.

Here the marigolds choke,
There the thistle blooms,

Here the tulips suffer,
There the daisies revel.

There's a ******* with a waving cloak
Here to there, and never home
To answer for this lazy show

Here the roses luster;
Blistered, each begonia

Ivy spreading readily
Dead, my rhododendron.

Whenever time is fertile you should seed or you should swallow,
Depending on the moment.

And when you know it, you know it.

At least she saw the fire when,
At least she drank some better blend.

Although i hope its just a drought
The magic's turning into doubt

we don't need it
we can't use it
it's
JUNK

we don't like it
we don't want it
it's
JUNK

so how is she gonna live like this
when she didn't ask for all this
JUNK?

when a dream ruptures,
and sparks fly from our bones,
does the dust of collapse breathe a life of its own?

as my limbs are flailing
and my organs are failing
does something else feel less alone?

do the depths of the night
take breath and respite
knowing lost love will be someday sewn?

when the dew in the dawn
glistens red in the sun
do you think it really knows?

All the times we shared
Were trite
And cheap
Now the ashes of
Good memories
Slide from my hands
And onto the ground

Hardly was their purpose found.

All the trips to parks
And drives at night
Lost in time
All vain, and trite

I thought I had my reason down

Now logic fails me
I'm a clown

This wasted time is no device--
For as I live this life of dice
The meaning's in the guts to roll

I never did.

It took its toll

Compelled into existence by his sorceress progenitor,
See the great Elemental.

Travested now,
His back, his shoulders, his head
Sloping toward the ground

Are you ready for another
Succession of characters
Completed perfectly
There are no bad poems here

Pokémon Snap!
Pokémon Snap!
Nothing beats
Pokémon Snap!

You are like snow, tightly packed to the side of a mountain crag.
You melt away every year to bring fresh water.
(All year round)

You are like the first sight of that mountain, and every glimpse of it after that.

You are like the smell of that snow.

Or just knowing that the smell is there.

You are like all the odd places I've slept but remember vividly,
A strange, sequestered dream
Held fast to something like a bead of water.

Running on golden, not gossamer strings

Strings that form the lines on every face
And every seam.

Strings that line the clouds
That turn to storms
To swallow me

You carved my body and the grain said Awe,
You are the rightness of roots in the dirt.

There are roots in my bones;
May i fruit by your work!

You are the whirring clockwork of evolution,
You are nature's scream
Pregnant with love
An agent above
You are so pristine

A bit tossed,
A little bit ravaged it would seem.

A terribly strange dream,
I wish my bolts would stay in place.

I wish I could live with that much grace.

Never mind,
I wish
I wish that I'd just stay away.

I guess I wish that you were gay.

Things are different over here
I feel smeared
And it's too late.

No one can escape this fate

And something went wrong with my date.

When the weeping willow goes silent,
When the hills turn deaf to your worries,
When the sun begins to seem hollow and strange...

When a butterfly admonishes you: do not to love your life too much,
When layers of blue drive the sky crazy,
When summer peaks again...

When your favorite band tells you to stop writing bad poems,
When you've broken the song of singing birds--

When the world begins to turn beneath you,
You'll know that things have changed.

Think you've been a cool snake, well I've
Incarnate love, all burning
The full weight of her innocence
Pressed against your burning neck

Thought she never felt that, you got
A whole lifetime to prove your guilt
Cancer is the iron rod
Now you'll learn from mistakes

Take it on the back end, you said
Take it in the long term
Next time I hope you wither too soon
Next time I hope you squirm

Hiding in the fumed ones never
Really hid yourself so well
You're naked
He sees her
You're crawling
There

a poem can be kinetic:
let it breathe fire
write it down and let the words lift off the page
and swim in your blood

fall asleep with howling ghosts in the hope that when you wake up,
they paint your world

don't be so sloth and slovenly,
mister death-forgives-all
you are the driver and the doer
you crave intelligent action

organized bereavement has taken the title
leave a string of lace behind,
then drop it

the drunken phantom of ultimate reality dawns on your sunrise
watch it slip by,
string that fine wine through the hills
wear it like a diadem when you are done
and you are done
right now
in the middle of winter

The worms
The worms
The worms

The baby bumble bee

What's swallowed is swallowed--
It's that weak look you give an enemy whom you know has ransacked you
But whom you must tolerate

I should rage against it, right?
But my memory fails me anyway
Pieces of me crumble and drop into the nether
Uneven microcosms of my own death

Insults that leave me raw and burdened
The black is the black,
It is not me but what i am lacking
The destruction of my soul
Tiresome

Bone fragments under opened skin
Pieces of me across the universe
Crushed beneath the almighty weight

Dissipate

Vultures pick apart
The definition of an art
Creature and destroyer

Denature

Time wounds all things
But God makes them new again
A shipwreck at the bottom of the ocean

Motion

Cities burn and no one learns
Demons, angels take their turn
Backs against the wall
We all succumb,

Numb.

Sail to any coast
And you will find these beads of beauty

Strewn across the land,
Turning water into color.

Family, a family
One of nature's many treasures

In the mouths of songbirds
Making music, sewing feathers

Rising from the soil
Nodding to the other flowers

Smiling contentedly
And keeping their own melody

Happy to be taken
So to spread their tiny seeds

Family Rosacea.

Something nature needs.

Mahdi struts the halls on a straight path
His Arab face snugly tucked behind his mask
He is the tech who is a strict adherent of the rules,
Aptly named
Tall and skinny

Not a favorite of the patients, largely unnoticed, works overnights
Won't always give you a snack
But he was a favorite of mine.

Mahdi walks a straight path and I think it is just ... fine!

i have stained my skin
it's rosy red
collecting slow, the pool of blood
come dip your proboscis in

but save a little,
just for me
so i can ******* morning tea
so i can dance to one more song
so i can say i love you wrong

sarcos, sarcos
come and play

but don't you ever break a bone

I shrink at your memory
But need I shrink?
In my current state I'm like a worm
Reminiscing on days when I'd chew at leaves
Lush and verdant
Summer eves

Gorgeous girls, the worm remembers
My mandible all over them
Intricate, designed by God
The worm shall shrivel up
And die.

Spotting death
From clear above
But rotting flesh
Can still make love
Black and rank
Just add perfume
Give your thanks
Accept your doom

I am not
As cool as you
I am dead
Still getting through

*******
I don't like you
I don't want you around

I'd rather be alone
I'd rather be alone

I keep a garden of dead and dying roses
It reminds me of the time you died before you got it done

I water the roses of other worlds,
And those of demons
They're luscious and complete
Floating somewhere in my eye

I guess I could have tried
Could have tried to be an artist
But I am just an idiot,
I am just some guy

To know I could have done it
Is my ***** little secret
Dead and dying roses,
Dead and dying eyes.

Black cavities spread across my pink brain matter
Love has lost its dance hall

She gets confused
Finding dead ends in the places she used to streak across
And the owner, Miss Nomer
Feels lost.

I am not your farmer
The fruits I grow are wild
So if you think that you're an angel
And your eyes fall on my yield,

If you judge it to be short
Know my ways are fine and natural
I am not a yeoman
I look more
Like a nomad

Drown, drown
Your mortal soul!
It sours the mind to think
Of a stone that sinks
Fast into the sea.

The stone
Is the famed black mark
On th' palm of pirates, burned
The rot of creation
The spoiled garden dying
And you have
No help.

Hunger is the vehicle of desolation,
And to think
You wanted this
Desecration

Therapy,
Drown in the drowning
Wake, every morning!

Yes my child
You are free
It was all free
Death, yes... death too
Is free

So there.
Have a death.

Persimmon & cinnamon
Vanilla and a clove
Secret love beneath the boughs
With nectar in your heart.

Stir into your morning tea
While standing on the ceiling
Then whisper something lovely--
A phrase that gives you feeling

Ginger sips with peppered lips
Don't run away forever, never
Finding any sustenance
Or clever like a ******.

No one saw you sip the tea--
Except that girl from college
No one sin is as immense
As love of carnal knowledge.

Conviction sits queasy
In my guts and bones.
My stomach is
A bag of bolts.

A bleeding brain with stilts for legs
Neglected tissue wilts away
Misgivings and mistakes--If I truly loved you
I'd be better able now

When the nausea turns to shame
Just give yourself a better name
God's tide still pulls my shoulders back
Even when my flesh has turned.

And God's tide lifts my spirits up
Even with some scrapes and burns

Your strength astounds me,
I will wait
For you to come
And seal my fate.

Somewhere a dandelion
clicks,

it starts
to put out seed pods--

A tadpole's metamorpho--
sis

reveals a little tree frog

The young one sprawls
with Shiva's love
The old one spars with Vishnu

A tree has breached the canopy,
Your crush just up and kissed you

Your capillaries dilate
Revealing what's inside
So wrinkle up your rosy face
But love, you cannot hide

And somewhere else, a songbird dies
Beside an oxbow lake
And both lay still,
And beautiful
And know the river's wake.

My lord, my lord
I don't want to be king
A peasant, a peasant
A peasant I'll be!

I'll live in the swamp.
I'll live under a log
And try not to bother a soul.

But under my log
Would be very clean
And you'd be quite surprised
I have all I need!

To run my own kingdom
Of me, and just me
But lord, oh lord
I don't want to be king.

The stress of running
Everything
I judge to be too much for me
I'll help along your Majesty
But lord, oh lord
I don't want to be king.

Why run so much of the world through me?
I shan't be trusted, fuckey old me
I'm dumb, I'm crass, and just... **** me

Lord,
THANK YOU Lord
That I'm no king.

Death calls me like a hound baying
In my twenty-seventh year something fell off inside me and hit the floor

I lurched.
I saw the Dog.

Like a fat pitbull with huge shoulders and a big meaty head, drooling slobber onto hot concrete
From that mess of a maw--
It matches the wound it wants
In appearance

And nothing about It
Draws me near It

So I threw my lunch his way and I ran! As fast as I could
In the other direction.

I hope we can be friends!

I turned my heart
Inside out
And saw the small black hairs.

I brought them up in Conversation,
Everyone just stared

It's too taboo
But true is true
And you know what they get up to...

But someone who
Stays true to you?
That's something to look up to.

When a child's eyes bloom up to her mother,
I feel the season of your love.

Rich and robust
An exploding love
Spills from the scene and comes alive.

With plans to touch every heart.

She is the most meaningful thing--
Her mother's love will grow and sing
And stitch the world
A quilt of love

And will it find some homeless soul,
And patch for it a little hole?

That always made a difference--
That always took me home.

You were smooth like river rocks,
And time made you hard

Under my skin and all around me
The charm
Of your skeleton

I lived to drop you on my tongue
And hold you in my mouth

...

Traveling now, along the stretching slopes of your body
My body jerks around the bends

With want of skin like river rocks
A moment to defend.

did i catch you flying past?
wonder woven in your breast
with leaves like folded feathers
and slopes like
sleeping doves?

did i miss something you said?
nothing ever seemed so sad
as the day i turned away
from your love.

i slung a string of sour words
in a blind and seething rage
then one day i stumbled out into the sun

curses stuck between my teeth,
i saw a sea of porcelain cheeks
and i would die
if i could just turn one.

A fool's eyes survey you,
Then flicker away
In sudden retreat

You are too beautiful
And my mind quakes,
My skin sweats

When you were writhing in pain
I was wandering around, cursing at the sky.

You were too beautiful
To be in so much pain,
And I
Was too idle,
Absent.

But the stars keep burning in the sky.
How do you think
I should spend my time?

Drunken little liars dot the heavens,
Catching fire
Or else breaking even

With temperaments meant
T'discuss more than just the weather
We stick our souls to a greater cause

No slump of a soul when we're summiting mountains
No slip of the tongue when we're uttering love
We'll do what we can in return for a moment
Directing our eyes to the summits above

In my heart of hearts,
You are a perfect song.

But somewhere along the way,
Love seems lost.

I'm writing this to try and keep you in
But your love
Is known
To break down walls

Thrashing black on white,
Trying to make sense of everything
Or maybe
Just to write--
Your love has pierced my everything
My head is ringing
My hands are shaking

I can see death in healing wounds
And healing wounds
In the great labyrinths of time

How badly I wanted to be
Just another child of yours
Bravely dreaming
On the ocean blue

My soul he sits in cementcell
Playing action figures with broken gods
He stoke at a coals gone cold long ago
Why, he do not know

At which it comes together,
Organs heave and bodies weave for me
It all falls into a stagnant pool of blood,
Surrounded by a broken frame.

I surrender to depression--
Lay down another day.

The pregnant stars turn to nature's fireworks
When a small orchestra of muscle touches them with virtuosic love~

Or it could even be accidental,
Poking holes loose in globes of light
Knocking some angels loose with a dusty old guitar.

I gotta delete these ******' poems, man.

Let the robustness of humanity
Speak for itself.

I wake up
With a different mess of hair
Every morning

the universe doesn't care for us all the same
his guts were splayed on the road
it shakes hands with you and it shakes bones with me
they got him, weaknesses mean destruction
when it gets right down in my head
when it gets right down to the road

you got to push, man, push as hard as you can
his guts were splayed on the ROAD
it always ***** to see 'em go but especially the good ones
they got him, weakness means DESTRUCTION
it always ***** with my head so bad when they go.
when it gets right down to the road

i swear i saw a frowning clown in the sky
his GUTS were SPLAYED ON THE ROAD
reflected in my silver lining
they GOT HIM. strengths and everything!
but it corroded black as a matter of fact
when it gets right down to the road.

his guts were splayed on the road
they got him, weakness meant destruction
when it gets right down to the road.

when it gets right down to the road,
you never know where your journey could take you.

i'm rick james
*****

melancholia,
the slightest music of an evaporating fountain
a lack of reflection in the universe
making love to your death...

what is it about dreary days that remind us
to tuck our hands deep in our pockets
and stare through the earth
or stare through the sky?

and though the sun might be shining on us
or on the clouds overhead,
we are nestled among the ceaseless divisions
in a small nook between
entertaining hapless musics
a pause between strikes
the place where we can
or cannot
cry

when plans come together in a cadence scattered
when resolution insults its own definition
we give our hearts to sadness

i think because
there is too much space
in the universe
to fill