I'd laugh at my life
If it were not my life
But I hate
Mockery.

You can travel with me
I trust your look
And you sometimes
Make me laugh
Unselfconciously.

I have been
Hither and yon
And seen a lot of things
Blinkered and wrong
While laughing woefully.

I have danced among the stars
Too big of steps
Prancing too far
But I trust your look
And you make me laugh
Unselfconciously.

I love her like life
A bright-eyed fierce wit strikes
And she reminds me
It costs extra for the cherry.

Like God's own soda ****
He amasses the vanilla
Gives a little whip cream squirt
And darts an inquiring look
Shall I add the cherry?

I love what I love
And I know what I know
I'll go fighting to the grave
Wrestling with my own ****** soul.

They call
From down the hall
And the mind is snagged
Questing for answers

The body is weak
Dying
Full of holes
Useless to any goal

The voices beckon
Half-promising something
It's the only direction
For you and all your anger.

You wander from painful noise and light
Toward vague promises of something right
With fists and breathing clenched
Ready for any fight.

But the light blossoms
And they are all there
Gesturing in welcome
Pointing out the banquet's fare.

I have my doubts
I doubt everything
But I have no doubt
The pain is over.

That hot-blooded youth
Expired at last
Cold grease-fire ashes
Just soot on the soul.

Where are the children
And where are the wives
Where are the stocked-up answers
For the rest of his life?

Here is the bourbon
Here is the wine
There the eyes sparkle
But the limbs have all declined.

His speech is fiery
His decisions forthright
But where there was once a cuff to the cheek
There is grasping for a cane.

I respect the man
I acknowledge his might
It's death I despise
And its sapping of rights.

Actions chased by chastity
Touching confused with lust
Hold your hands back now
And thus shall the record show.

Never confused in parables
Right is right
And wrong is wrong
A single lesson to know life-long.

Yet my demanding mistress
I would never deny
Except in good conscience
Which is mostly.

Wild and uncontrollable
Fresh air
To the vestibule
And saint's alive
Life is a headlong dive.

Flying squirrels
Little girls
Unpredictable
But equally lovable.

People feel things
Like kids say things
And everything
Is under a microscope.

Hate is a long game
Love has short reasoning
Feelings drive emotions
Fueled by everything but reason
Logic
Makes us murderous.

One plus one plus it's all ****** up
You can't swim out of this pit
Too soon to tell
But I think
You're going to hell.

But the future is unwoven
The Seamstress Union is on strike
Yarns of every color
Are scattered on the floor.

An industrious imp
Tosses in a steam-driven loom
It eats up all the bits
And spits out new histories.

So genes collide
In their secret unions
But messages get crossed
And we welcome new mutations.

In the wake of a mininova bang
Conciousness is all-grasping
Freedom unobscured and No Trespassing ignored
Tucked away in safe corners
You keep all your real answers.