I just saw this slinky old man with a remote control in his hand
Maybe he is in command of this spin off game show

I picture him walking to his home, old banana peels on the floor
Cans of Mountain Dew and crumbs and bugs and Lay’s potato chips
Ultimately thrilled, switching furiously through the channels

He was watching when Mack the ****** met Bridget
When Bridget left Mack the ******
and Mack went on to better things
Bridget got fat and won a hot dog eating contest
and Mack laughed

He followed the life of crippled Harry
Attending Harry’s late night boxing bar fights
When his peg leg karate kick knocked out Jimmy Giant
Jimmy Giant got on a train
And Harry smiled

He remembers when Jimmy Giant met Mack the ****** out of state
How they matched so well, brilliant!
Then Big Bridget met Crippled Harry
At the state fair while watching monkeys juggle fire
And one new moon night they all danced to the same song
In different states
In different bars
That were both named
Desire

He watched as a bee stung the *** of a pagan
Stripteasing and pleasing a distant follower
He fell in love with her spontaneous situations
The skinny dipping
Her marriage to the 7 different ***** dwarfs
The spells she would cast
as her ******* bobbed on the top of the water
creating ripples
starting new stories
which created new gossip
beginning new adventures
and the future telling of legends

As the teacher fell in love with the student
As the immortal fell in love with the mortal
As the fantasy fell in love with reality
As the statement fell in love with the question
As the ****** fell in love with the giant
As the blimp fell in love with the *******

And he watched as we all tried to find such beauty
Whether we were searching or not
He watched as it passed us
When we didn’t even turn

for a double take

“what else is on?”

I plug my phone in until my computer dies
I plug my computer in until my phone dies

I’m in rage with myself on a beautiful day
I don’t believe in what I’ve been tacked into
strange walks and tumble down tricky triumphs
Back and forth from end to end, finding meaning
waiting for a call to arms and a wild whipping screaming
I refuse to let us fall, drowning and deserving
I don’t mean to waste your time
but i can’t help myself from tossing and turning
dreaming and dragging

Tell me more, another sasquatch bends down the street
his slouch, curving above us all, looking down with quiet stares
silence has been our only true retreat from insecure ideals
maybe those thoughts aren’t really there
We heard about them in a story of growing old and weak
behind a locked door and a fence made from steel
Keeling over, close your eyes and let me sleep
I can’t – I’m worried about you

The mirror is not where you want to find yourself
It will **** you dry and realizing ridiculous rationalities
about who you are and what you really mean
the storm of emotions from my eyes staring back at me
post your words on a figment of social structure and control
it was good to hear about your day at the park, but did you think at all?
i forget just who you were, just how i talked and how you coughed
crying and spying and partially lying about yourself and your home
the foaming up of some great old heartbreak that wont let go
it’s okay, having is savvy and letting is retching

Newspapers every day of same world changes – little cups of stress
defending your mowed lawn and property and lines of fools gold
snorting the treasures and dying again from inside your soul
you realize that the papers never made you smile except initially
and internally you take the pills and hand yourself over when they grin
you saw that smirk, it was a play, a hidden gem that you couldn’t understand
give it all away
make those mistakes

Dear you,
I have nothing but hope

Every time i come to the conclusion that i need to get out of the house, I end up here
I sit out front, with too much coffee, waiting for a few exciting moments to happen
I smoke cigarettes, hoping to find some destiny in each bright burn, i know it wont happen
Training myself to enjoy, and not to burn myself dizzy, aching and pulsating my skull’s goo
Listening in on casual conversations, the weather, the dog, the baby, the yard
Eavesdropping a group talk in circles about religion, making their points so clear, obtuse, and well said
I’m attending a discussion in another language now, am i hearing secrets?

There’s lipstick on the rim of my coffee cup

A child is screaming (sigh), neither he nor his mother knows what he wants
I’m guessing it’s not
A pat on the back
Every eye on this street sneaks silent looks, holding in the disruption, continuing

And oh my god..
the flies

I took a shower today!
I don’t get it, what is it that they want from me?
They want me to get angry, with every slap smack wave and swear, they fly more intensely
Insane and rabid, they take me on

I feel like Godzilla

Oh hey, I got a smile
Thanks
Always down for a cheery face

Third cup

There is some face looking down from above the bookstore
I keep staring up, really wondering if he or she is looking right back at me, I really can’t tell
This could be embarrassing, what do you want from me!?
I have to keep myself from looking up again, type Alex, type

You leg twitching
Fly swatting
Chain smoking sonuvagun

Red hair and round, uncomfortable uncertainty, thick rimmed glasses
Striped shirts with snappy shoes and plaid socks
Holes and holes, facing up to fashion, matching with your mind?
Matching with the times, staying up to date with the whole
Try stepping out of the whole, and watching, if only for a bit

I’m sure i don’t know what I’m talking about

Oh ****, i thought you were going to be an impulse
You looked at me like you were ready to bring me in to something
You’d like to leave me to my writing
Thanks and yes

Am I supposed to be enjoying the weather?
It’s fall
and my biscuits
are burning

Last night, driving with no finish line
I missed the old roads
out in the nowhere
out where I found my direction
infinite turns
but never lost
you see the signs up ahead
with your brights on burnishing
the cigarette in my hand
is my passenger and
I talk ******* with the butts

My biscuits
are burning
and I feel the fire
from our Indian summer
bonfire melting my soles
Arms in flame typing my game

Close friends in small towns you’ve never heard of
Night bringing the other uncomfortable temperature
Dancing in my pants, weak and wanting inside
The young dog watches and waits for love in the touch of my palm
I ignore and talk talk talk about where we’re all from
Late night 2:40AM drunk, the middle man gets angrier every time
That I miss the times most important, instead I sit here and rhyme
I rhyme time with rhyme
Loser

I missed the revolution today
But I’m okay
Slept well
Had my first shower
In
4
days
I bought some used CDs
and took in the overwhelming rays
Of this fake fall reign
I’m hungry
I’m happy
I’m working
and my biscuits
are burning.

Long walks down the north street swallow you
at least, it gulped me down and left me feeling hazy
sunny shine reddening arms leaving lesser alarms
i don’t think i want to discover anymore
let’s just get it out of the way

Tattoos tribal and independent interests, soothing their souls
we is myself and myself is maniacal mystical alone
we – a work of art and enhancing is entrancing and you can see
exactly the signs and messages and gifts i want to believe
It’s quite possible you’re the setting sun
let it shine

Bleak conversations and confused captivated faces
outside cigarette smoking in the dust of the light
unchained bike and i swear its been missing
keep looking around the corner for a brand new misery
a trusting thrusting theatrical presentation, of the blockbuster kind
been going on
for quite some time

Old faces flustered in attempt to close the curtains
the bright sight in a fight of what just might be an underlying delight
spoon in the sponge and let it soothe your misuse, come in, be
Be the what is and the isness that is to soon be
**** all the words that misplace what you feed
if your gonna do it
give it all up

I don’t know anything at all
i don’t know about Jupiter or Mars
Only because i haven’t visited for so long

I’m writing to you, right there, on the other side
you aren’t here, not the ghost that is in between this fake ink
I write to you, that other part of me, you’ve been distant
we knew each other so well before, didn’t we?
I remember in a way, but i was hoping you would recall better
I was looking at you through it all, and i saw your soul sweating
awkward turns and social skills out the window
crawling back in and saying your important words
I’m stiff as a board without you
I’ll work on it

I don’t miss you, but i would like to see you
hear from you, deal with you
have a chat or two

I could be your best, the pride of your day
but i wouldn’t want it that way
and neither would you

I’ve learned a lot since we last shook hands
I’m glad you’re there reading to me, you can fill in what you want
I wouldn’t feel wrong about you dismissing this
but we do know each other, in a way

I’ve been with you this whole time
when you felt your worst, when i felt mine
When you were crippled in your bedroom
that near death feeling
you knew it was all beautiful
but it all seemed so sad