Crackers
said formica jimmy.
K-tap drives.
Yoppa-g and the new magician
Take their act to the streets.
Practice.

Boofer dan drives
Wheezer to get
Yog and young Boat,
His two younger brothers
Wheezer looks
As if he'd always known
The middle names
By the ocean
South of some hidden North
Lighted approximation
Some sun short summer tour
Dancing solo
smiling in the dark
Parking lot

Wheel ocean and breezes  
the moon up
Real and easy
For the first time
Since my troubled travel
But miraculous arrival
Pretend it's just for me
Arrival can be a little lonely

Quite-undone-indeed
With chocolate thoughts
As Spicy peanuts
Takes up with that cool kitten
***** blueberry lime-ade
There's enough to get us through the rest of our days

See them get Along smiling
Talking nodding
The road ahead always steering them toward
Each other's always
Due to the belief of everyone
And in that
always

Hiccup in the willow
Breathe sweet fragrance
Laying yoppa g down
And wheezer
Eyes half closed
Cheek to the cold
And comfortable
Hands down and holding

Isotopic stasis binder
Always in solution
Traveling the trade routes
Casting out their demons
Working the miracle
Alchemists of  singular expressions of always

It is not going away
It is always
Yoppa g speaks it written
While the three of them
Think it known and agree
Only the solution works
As in a vehicle of faith
An engine of creation

just getting around
from going downtown
which is like saying
something under my breath
about sticks

i cook every night
and check in with the ladies (all houseplants and wallflowers)
touch is spaghetti
and hugs and pockets full of guitar
picks

raspy whisper a slim chance
singing
beat it or carry the tune
do the dishes that are in the sink
all of this
now I'm sick

take the keys
take the reigns
get some ****
take the blame
do whatever it is you think
of next
for your next trick

tricky is as tricky does
but it only works this once
once around is good enough
good enough
to kick
around
But tough

around here
i sleep when i can't stay awake
i eat when i am hungry
I love because
I was made in the image of

Insipid ingurgitating
it never hurt
I needed that it was never pain worthy memories

mine are
Cheap
like a gew-gaw,
Shiny and strong like a dark horse
lathered in the sun
Shallow as a caliche grave

you are fearless when it's nighttime
dragging the corpse of my voice
by the knot in that bag of bones
You've been throwing around
like dice
That never play fairly

Always with a sharp tongue
a new plan and borrowed bad words
You'll find all that back for you awaiting the threshing
While here you reap

I have that
The narrows have been sounded
The depth plumbed
and only by the skin of my teeth
Did I slip from that
shallow grounding.

No!
Coddle me,
Laissez-faire
Installment plan living,
while leaking vitality
my unused limbs
become no longer
tools
of expression
but of badly pretended
emotion


Madame caterpillar,
Your butterfly brilliance
is now
patina still life,
Sepia celluloid memory clips
from some
Dark cutting room floor
of your own imaginings.

wicked worded one,
Leave my voice untouched
by the wind from your acid lungs
Return to your wilderness
Refuge is yours only there.

like the devil in our memory
Floating
on dust and solar winds of misfortune's dreams
on the waves of no tide yet seen
heavier than the lead in your brain and bloodstream
slowly leaching all goodness from you as you grow old

spinning and weaving
into
selfishness and crushing apathy
with narrowing ill intent
from all to us to we to me to ? it went
it spreads us all slowly getting cold

wrecking all creation
from single cell
to great libraries
from empathy to eternal death
alone
in the cold
bury yourself
here comes death
and no one
to blame


no light
nothing matters

nature's cold last words
are muffled
by her quiet chuckle
knowing there is only more isolation
we are all quite alone and drifting
away from
each other

you smell like burnt toast and *****.
i just woke up in the church from your dream.
****, what a shame, not much left of me.

i remember you texting me from another's bed while he was sleeping.
She's funny, I thought.
I don't want to be him
if I were me.

sleeping next to lies;
not my thing, you see?

it's a long dark night,
but lack of loyalty
is longer.
it reeks of *****...
burnt toast...
boundless insecurity

master of your own inequities
den within den within den of
furthest need

be gone