Apple blossom
Gutter rhyme
Misplaced memory
Loving pine

Another time
A quick dime
Recipes for two
Mistook me for you

I'm alone here
There it is
Pressed' sun
Hanging moon

An outcasts eye
Fresh shepherds pie
Gain share logic
No money in my pocket

Locket lost
Sea farers woes
A little in lace
Distracted pace

Hunter blitz
Lover's kiss
Spellbound in time
A witches cry

Un-absolute love
Cold bed sheets
Milky white sky
Scarlet tied lie

Beer in the morning
Beer in the afternoon
A lover's quarrel
A single man croons

Six pillows in the month of July
Fraternity politics
A shaping of a coup
Take the tooth

Breast feeding young
Red swollen tongue
Naked rings on frail fingers
Death doth linger

Marshmallow hiccups
Grass fed nightmares
Grandma was forgotten
The lights must be turned off

Ice on the walls
Earth on the move
People here
People everywhere

Sin in sentences
Breathtaking passages
History hovers over us
Grave are always

Too large

Itemizing life
Cataloguing it all
One more prize
Before the great fall

Sequence of smiles
Remedy my memory
Pluck my eyelids
Take away my pride

Quieted down
Sleeping through the day
Seeing the future
She can't stay

In tune
Harmony
Of
Three

What else is
There
To do but
Be?

An abstraction of the mind
Which left a mind blind
From all the beauty
Of the outside world

Was it the word or the world?
Was it the mystery of the swirl?
Was it the majestic benevolence
Of that 2am girl?

Maybe it was something,
Maybe
It was nothing

But there was some beauty in the way that Her
Nothingness
Moved about in a room full of somebody's
Some
Bodies

With faces that pinch their pennies
When they catch the whiff
Of a dismembered mutant
Smeared in a politically corrected rightness

Ye' faith has been tampered with
There ain't much else to do
But accept that faith you were born with
And dance with the Devil's mischief

Dance the two step with someone
That shrinks when you move their way
There ain't nothing much else to say
When you know we all gonna' pay

High wind take me on your scheme
There ain't another stitch in this seam
My wheels are weak creaking white powder
And I'm hearing a late midnight sounder

Eh' lady you know where you've been
And I can bet you remember half the things you've seen
Member that egg shell moon that broke white crash?
There was something in that wave
That makes me wanna' obey

But forget about the things that I never said I knew
And forget about the face that hangs forever blue
A current ripples at the top of this afternoon sun
Lets go out
And be the bullet
To this gun

The whole
Thing started from dropping
The wrong name
At
The wrong time.

"And
How do you know
Adam?"

"Who?" She asked, stepping back. A look
Of horror was painted on her already
Heavily painted face.

"Adam...the guy's who's throwing
This party..."

I knew
I had made
An error.

"Who will pay?"
I thought.

"I'm throwing this party," she hissed, "Who
The **** is ADAM?"

I answered instantly.

"The guy manning
The grill with the Acapulco shirt
And yellow pineapple sunglasses. He
Said he organized and is
Running this whole thing..."

If an Australian wolverine mixed with
A Bay area Marina girl combined and birthed
Their rage into a single ball of high-powered,
impenetrable violence, bent only to destroy
Only who had crossed them well, that is what I witnessed
That night.

Her pupils
Became enveloped in a hot rose red.

Her cheeks, which had been
A pretty pink rouge color just a minute before,
Instantly switched into a purplish, slug-like color.

The blood within looked to be
Literally
Churning.

At one point, I swear I saw smoke coming
From her ears while her lips shook so bad I thought
She was going to ***** bile.

I didn't say another word.

I let her pass.

There was nothing I could do.

She put his face
In
The grill.

What I mean by "in the grill" is
That she whipped the metal grate off barehanded,
Proceeded to grab a very
Surprised Adam, and shoved his face
Into a searing ashy pie of red hot coals.

If it were a pie,
Everyone would have laughed, but because
It was red-hot-coals hotter than fire,
Everyone screamed.

I've never heard a man howl so loud.
It sounded like a million new born babies crying
When he hit the fresh summer grass.

A few girls screeched in fear, but everyone else
Gasped, looked at Aimee (the name of the actual
Thrower of the party), and took a few steps back.

No one was sure what she would do next.
And then,
She did.

"YOU PIECE OF MOOCHER
****!" she screamed.
Her eyes had washed over
Completely black.

I stood behind the screen door between
A shivering 1st string linemen who played for
The ducks and a pre-law major. Pre-law had
Wet himself at the sight of Adams meeting
With the coals. He didn't even make an
Effort to cover it up.

There was no shame anywhere anymore.

"YOU COME MY HOUSE, TO MY
N-E-I-G-H-B-O-R-H-O-O-D, AND YOU
HAVE THE ******* AUDACITY
TO SAY YOU'RE THROWING THIS PARTY!"

"Hey Aimee, I think
He's really hurt..." her friend
Tried to say. Aimee whipped
Her hand back and
Caught the poor ******* the lip.
It split instantly and she let out a
desperate cry. She whimpered and
Slunk back to whatever corner she
Had come from.

"IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR SLIMY LEACH
*** OUTTA' HERE NOW, I'LL POOR THESE
******* COALS OVER YOUR **** CORPSE!"

Adam tried to say something, anything, but
All that came out was a slow whimper.
It sounded like 0"help...me..."

No one dared move.

Then, she kneeled down and got
Very close to him. His face was
The texture of
Cheap, overcooked steak.

Her voice was quiet as
She spoke,

"And if you dare tell the cops
About this," she whispered, "I'll find
You. These are all my friends, you
Understand?"

Adam didn't say anything.
His eyes were locked on the ground.

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND YOU
LITTLE PIG ****! I'LL GUT YOU LIKE
A POMEGRANATE!
PIECE BY ******* PIECE!"

She exhaled. She calmed down. Her eyes fluttered
As she threw her hair back, regaining
Her composure.

Then she began again,
"Do you understand?"

"Yeshhh," Adam struggled to say.
A piece of skin
Was hanging off his scorched lip,
Interrupting his speech.

"I didn't quite get that," she said,
Almost apologizing.

She got closer,
Reached for the dangling piece
Of skin, and viciously ripped it clean
From Adam's face
Like a child would a band-aid.

"OHHHHHHHHHHH!"
We all yelled.

Adam screeched another
Furies howl and rolled over onto
His back. "I UNERSTAND! I UNERSTAND!
I UNERSTAND!" He wasn't
Able to pronounce the D, but Aimee
Looked to be letting it slide.

"Good," Aimee said simply, "Now,
GET THE **** OUTTA' HERE!"

A tiny guy in a ducks
beanie and board shorts struggled
To pick Adam up. Adams
Eyes had rolled to the back of his head
And his breathing looked to be
Getting dangerously shallow.

He had ****** himself too.

The tiny guy and what looked to be
His probably now ex-girlfriend got him out
The back gate, onto the street, and into
A car. I don't think they would
Be calling the cops on Aimee.
For their sake, I hoped they told the emergency room
He had tripped and fell into the grill.

Aimee looked around at
All the stunned faces of her party.

She grinned, revealing
A very attractive row
Of perfectly white teeth.

"WHO NEEDS A SHOT!" Aimee screamed.

There was a pause. All
Was as still as the graveyard
Up the street.
That reminded me of a story a friend
Had told me.

He had decided to do mushrooms
After a hard rain. Being high, he
Needed something to do. He went on
A walk and while walking, passed
A graveyard, the graveyard I was thinking of.

He stripped down to his tighties
And bathed in the mud of the graves.
I remembered asking him if he was scared
While he did this. "No," he laughed.
I asked him why and he answered frankly,
"Even the dead need to bath."

Behind the screen door, I instinctively wooed.
It's like a knee-**** reaction. I didn't even really
Want to take a shot. I wanted to leave, badly.

"YOU!" she screeched.
Her dagger finger was pointed
directly at me.

"YOU AND ME
ARE TAKING
A SHOT!"

I looked over my shoulder, to the left and
Right of me, but there was no one there.
The spineless **** and pissy-pants leech
Were gone.

Aimee marched toward me. Her eyes
were Enflamed with the intense need
To drown out whatever she had done in the past
With highly toxic amounts of alcohol.

She grabbed me by the arm and
Tossed me in the kitchen.

"Tequila..?" she asked, "Or whiskey?"

I bead of sweat
Slid down my
Brow.

The answer felt as if it could
Determine
The rest
Of my life.

"How bout' both?" I managed to say.

She eyed me down.
I think she thought
I was trying to make fun of her but then,
She saw
I was serious.

"I love you," she said.

"Let's drink," I told her.

And that's how

I met my

Ex-wife.

I knew not what life was
As the assassins fired upon
Wars forgotten
Where even the frogs within fog
Were accused of high treason

I battle my own life
Each knife wound drawing blood
Every day a trek through the mud
And what have I got to show for it,
Except some unknown reason to praise
A God who lives above me
That never seems to show His face -
Maybe I'm looking in the wrong places

Events cease to produce themselves
Once the motion has stopped
The raindrops dropped on me as did
Tears I swore I would never shed again
But the bane of each existence
Is identical to the soul to the left and right
That's right - the darkness knows your truth too

Taking while breaking
Sworn on oaths with undertones
Of rebellion and oil money
Where each world away
Is a land that rests on eternity or
Being buried in repetitious flames
And my alcohol soothes me
Like Her curves bend and flee
In a Fall wind that is just about to begin

I quit with this
All the way down in this
God awful pit

Alone with every bone
As my tomb begins to close
And a new life careens in a swing
Whose motion is as foreign
As the faces of old kings

Calling across metallic membranes
Of a time that holds no prisoner forever
Closer, closer, to a place without forgiveness
I call and hear the echo of my own voice
And know truly that I draw nearer

The future holds no present past and I'm licking at my own wounds wondering how fast the tongue in my mouth can get and last because the hour is high and the minutes are ticking and the roads are crumbling as the oil is leaking on the fire that my mother, oh my mother said she was the one with the gun and she never had any fun and I wear my pain on shoulder that are dimly clothed, and lit, because the soul inside of me is unable to fit in a world of degredation and money and corruption and liars and rat finks because the gypsies that were slain on the seventh day have their memories lifted and taken away much like my love for a girl taht said she could no longer and sharing is no longer caring because it carries a secret price, a secret weight for the hour, yes this hour, is fleeting away on ships of brass and gold and high beasts that roar with the high velocity of ten thousand dieing moors with Buddhas breaking bread with the bet of the sand men where the motorcycles shift from second to third as if the whole entire world around them is dying, lo and behold screamed the one about to hang from the hallows, these are trying times with trying people and as I type away fast their may be a meteor above our head flying down at last, and the breaking dawn, with all its glory and shimmer, makes me feel the faint whisper of a beggar evaporating into walls that they will not be seen, they will be forgotten, much like the minds that they think they will beat and treat and deal solely with the machines, the man mad megaliths that take away our souls and make them their own, for the power chord, with all of its discord is a thing of the future, a dream that became reality, a third coming of a Jesus that wasn't there but needed not to be seen, only heard, only to be remembered and held safely by the God given rosaries but there is still more to tell from the mind of a man lost in the sands of hallow sand for the rhyming coupelets that I never learned, only read and heard take me fast away from this burning land where saints hang from trees and supposed angels go for a smoke break, exhausting themselves much like a once elegant book upon the shelves, and where I see old men others see young men and where I see dead beauties others see budding cities with fog plumes of broken jokes ringing madly across a horizon that is neither white nor black, and the sheets which are dirtied carry secrets that no son or daughter will every truly hear, for the hour is getting late and the dates I made with a mate will be broken for my own crumbling dreams, with men in their cities and women in their cities all sitting pretty and looking busy, and the ambition that all of us feel and few ever step out and reel make me see faces that are filled with sorry, a sympathy that is hard to swallow for it is the size of a grapefruit like basket ball, a man that is always too tall, a foreigner beaten to death for the way he carries his rake, a blister on a face that was once glorified in the papers burns itself to death as a martyr for an unknown race, a race to the gates that swing wildly in the wintery sun and burns like a flare shooting from the sun, but the hour is getting late oh lord, the hour is getting late, and the only reason I call your name is because I must feel something larger then these four walls, filled with white paint, and I must see a grander arena to keep my mind off the luring and diabolical and ego obsessed snakes that slither through tall grass, pen in hand, recorder in mind, thinking thinking thinking that this will be the one that will set them free, this will be my beautious, magnificent, transcendent, apalling, jaw dropping, *******, fattening, eye opening, soul reviving, trench diving, appealing, commercially upheaving master piece

There on the river the leaves float upon
The wake of the river as the sun shines on
Last night there was a ******, tonight there is love
My hands they are frozen as I wipe off the frost

The arrow on my compass is spinning
As the banker's holed up in their fortresses
Smoke their cigar's as the poor and weak weep
An uprising is ahead behind the doors of red sheds

I accept there are no substitutes for true evil
And smell the angel hair grass sweet and moaning
Asking us "Which way are you growing?"
Night falls as the spinning ball crawls

Gazing out the window into a grey white sheet
Where armies have marched and planes flown in fleets
No end to pain
But an end to happiness
How fleeting humans are when they are in unrest

Almost two years and
These streets are heavy while letting me
In on the secret I came here for

The streets whisper,
"There isn't one. Move on. Move out."

We aim to do so

Let down is not the right phrase
Let go is more like it
Some days you try harder at love
Then others

And sometimes
Those days
Are the better one's

Forgetting love
You forget reasons for living
You forget about the dualism of life
And can breathe for a bit
Not sounding like gasping

Happiness gets easier
They tell me
Melancholia is an oil spill
Whose scent and touch
Can never fully be washed away
Like the blood of a ******
Or the acts of a lover cheating

How we
Carry our wounds
Through life
Like baggage full of old clothing
We just can't seem to part with

Where's the money coming from?
Where's the free time?
Is that the sound of the noon-day chimes?

And the party lights are dimming
As my soul quivers in this moonlight
Like a glass of fresh beer over the brim spilling
Dusk falls, the trees waver, the field awaits the killing
As the maid at dinner slaves preparing

Absent in mind
Absent in heart

The *** all alone

Pushes along his cart

Pour me into a
Glass
Tell me where its
At

Met a no-one today
Turned out
It was
Me

Laughable lists
Tell each-other
This is
It

The road remembers
No-one
But accepts
Anyone

Gravel women
With your hair so curled
Can you tell me a riddle
That would stump the world?

Peeling a feeling from the skin of the
Uniformed
Where to feel is to squeal
With a pinkish kinda' zeal

Ground it out
To feel it out
Spell it out
To later tell about

Friends who're foreign
Naked and
Boring
Within a whirl of
Poison

In the dead of night
We are all
Just Human

All the bottles are empty
I'm clean out and gone
Each eye upon me is hazy
The soul in me though
Has not gotten lazy

I'm home, but I'm lost
This foreign wooden creaks
As the walls around me speak
With stories of old and new
In bed I feel such a fool

Another new day
And another dead night
Each street light burning out
Gypsies gripping their drugs
And their old worn out backpacks

I'm lost in the pit of the world
Wondering whose lie I heard
That busted my ears
And bent my already crooked nose

Where the time has gotten to
I've given up trying to tell
All that seems to matter
Is the scream of love
And the sound of the yell

Each rhythm to think of
Nodding in green toe's crest
I see the rest, everything else
Is the test
In color we dream
In black and white only nightmares
Questions only come to
The one's who have the time to ponder
William S. shook his feather pen
Shaking wood and stone to its foundations

Never has life been so invaluable
Never has life been so expendable
Never have we seen the pen do such damage
As the actor's played as the playwright prayed
Not to see a barrage of fireworks colored cabbage

A wheeze
A moan
A hate filled tone

The roaming dead
No longer have their wishes
What I want to see
Is to be me
Without the old me

Present
Without
Weight

Time
Without
Future or
Past

A
Role
For a
Play

Never written
Or

Cast

When the heat heats your young hands
And your eyes are shifting through
Love
And
Hate

Head bent back for boredom
Trumps many
And scares the ones
That got too close

Remembering what
Love used to taste like
Passion in the shape of eternity
In the gentle caress
Of a rose petal

Cool and

Hot

All at the same time

Or the trumpet blast
Cool with spit blasting out
Drunk off
Being human in the times

To be stuck
Yet
Not stuck

Alive and

Dead

Without any sign to share

Direction

Or indebted

Friction

There are times in

Life

Where I am amazed

They even exist

A place of
Pure
Blunt
Happiness

Where worry is
Non-existent
Bills are paid and
Unpaid
The spider has finished his
Web
And sits back to await his deserved'
Feast
Sitting naked in a hot bath of water
With your girl
Cracking jokes about how you
Look fatter in water
Then you do on land

Those

Small

Things

Is what makes me go on

What makes me justify

All of this

I feel it from the heat
Of a happy tear
From a chill wind
I never asked for

A compliment

Undeserved

Pulled we
Were,

This way
And
Maybe that.

Here was
My hand,
A totem
Of your perceived
Perfection.

I always hated my nails
But,
You loved them,
Painted them,
Said they were shaped
Like your favorite cycle of the moon.

At noon
We made lemonade
With grenades
Of *****

To celebrate...

What?

To celebrate.

Look me in the eye.

We can
As you and I and we,
Celebrate,

Exempt from past, present, and future.

The moment allows it.
Will we?

We will.

Advice for mice for the merry go round of life
Fields for the fiends burning with desire
Attempt to tear away the streets easy pleasures
Escape the need for a mind of easy pressure
I am no known man for I stay in between the light
Today is yesterday as tomorrow exists for the night
Up in the starry landscape of scarred winged' angels
To hold in tears is to force the soul then to cry
Show me pain show me anger show me your lowest low
I feel every pin ***** of poison all tied neat flowing bows
You say you need me to whisper soft comforts at midnight
That I need to lay you down to lie that this life will be alright
But know that these worries for me are quite the same
That life at last with gleaming chess pieces is just a game
We make it so through the blistering hot and frigid cold
Politics pawn off men and women for only survival
Mortar stones chip as one thousand of our minutes lift
Only to be dropped dead from the windy clouds ahead
Moon churns the childish ocean again and again
Grandma's ladel breaks splinter sparks glow in the dark
Autumn laughs as the bodies of mine and hers
Were separated to accept an encroaching certain shackling past

When all those songs
Make you think you got
What you need but not
What you thought

And you tell yourself
Your needs are your wants
With that blonde hair a waving
An' your mother wearing her smock

Where critics press their ears
Against papers dressed in spades
And the beer maids are crying those tears
With the owner praying "there ain't nothing to fear"

Say you know I know you
With what you want me to know
And your secrets will be kept
Listen close, cause' there ain't no depth

Now say you come to the house
With nothing you have of worth
I cook you a meal an' I promise I won't steal
Cause' all I got is what I got from the field

Well then your alone
With nothing but your bones
And the rhythm of your heart
That you were born with from the start

Hear them fishes
Lapping

They sound as if their
Clapping

And feel that sun
Burning

Like a young ****** a'
Yearning

I never went to a
College

Where the young went to learn their
Pauses

No I never wrote a
Word

Never knew the window who
Talked to himself

Never saw the son
Who knew that he
Was worth

A sunrise at dawn or
A dying young fawn

I saw what it
Meant

To earn
What was
Spent

So I see
The trigger

The high and
Itchy finger

The spark underneath
The sheath

The dog
And
His Chain

I asked
To be asked
Under the
Name
Of

We.

She smiles
While she remembers
Smiling
At such a

Thing.

There was, there is, there is always
Just
Two.

And we see each other
Through the cafe windows,
Rain drops sliding down the smooth,
Clear glass.
My face is broken into a million different
Reflections, but hers parts the rain.
She smiled, again recalling
Her smiles and our

Chance Encounters.

Her, she, the one
I'm always
Thinking of,
Never fully comes
Inside.

She is half in,
Half
Out.

In our distances,
We are more together
Than when we are
Sometimes nearer.

My weight
Weighs as much as its weighed
Since I arrived.
I'm allowed
A little
Leeway, aren't I?
For these walls of rules
Are meant to be broken,
As long
As it stays

Entertaining.

She nods reading
The nod and pinches her fingers
To the page
And flips it.
I've got nothing to say.

There's not much
Defending yourself
Once the word
Is
Down.

I play play
With the thought
Of
Another life.

A life astray.

A life with no meaning
But
Experience.

A life devoid
Of labels, responsibilities, friendships, lovers, family.

A life exempt.

To rid
Oneself of
That, would be
To denounce one's
Valuable
Emotion.

Or one's
Invaluable
Emotion?

Two rockers
Rock
In a warm
Wind.
With nobody
Occupying
Either, they continue
To rock for their
Own Purposes.

She says and has said,
"Find yourself a task
And the meaning
Will come
Eventually. If it doesn't,
Find yourself
A New Task."

I nod at what she has said
And stare as far as I can
Out the open window.
A grayish whitish cloud
Floats still in the skyline.
There are lacerations
All around its whale like body.
Humming to myself, imagining
Floating whales, my counselor
Swats the top of my hand with a ruler.
I feel it and I don't feel it.
I let the sting travel to the back of my spine near the neck,
Clench my jaw, and wait for the fade.

"Ouch," I say simply looking at her, "Very ouch."

A click of her pen, a scream through her throat,

And
I'm out
The door.

I am, I was
Old
I feel, I felt, I feel.

She is, she was
Keeping afloat
She is, she was, she will
Continue
To do so.

Love
Need not to
Conquer All.

Love
Need only to

Be.

Like breathing flames on a manaquins mane
Blasting past the first pirate mast
Of a brotherly love that never came to pass
But no story was told that night
Underneath the starry nights gold
Waves lapping, breaking tight and fast
Should've seen her eyes in gasp
A late night break away pass
Of a lover's wish broken and tainted like painted glass
Bearing all that life has to offer in pain
Deuces wild still going insane
Lack of focus as the hills are filled with locusts
Touching voids where there should be hope
Highlighting passages of dead masters
That lay with eyes plastered
Shadowy alabaster
Money grubbing and money *******
Trudging through the muck like everyone else these days
Praying above right into the sun
Piano blaring bright all night, all night, all night
With the beat of a drum making me hum
Nothing else in the world but the hanging willows and its turns
No there's nothing in this world
But the slight hum of a hummingbirds love
Too much and nothing at all
Heartbreak in the morning
Nighttime forlornin'
But the push, the great push
Is something that strives high in all that run mad
Towards nothing at all and everything
Clouds breaking like mist from the highest waterfall
Poems crippling the poets eyes, their fingers, their guns
Motor cars reeling in movies flashing on global screens
White letters print themselves nakedly
For only the intellectual eye to see
Breathing in and out in and out in and out
But never again wanting to see to believe
Touching terrible temptations
Loving lurid lullabies
Obsessing obesely at obelisks
Of ancient pasts that through time
Never were meant to last
A search is on the wake of high flanking warriors rake
Gifted and grafted the crash of a thousand waves falls silent
Buildings rush into themselves
Rains pour gallons upon gallons forever more
Ravens remember their mother's maiden names
While there father's are still on the make
A gift of the God's as they continue to ****
The mind's of men and women who choose to remember them
Protecting the streets that crumble with the steps of the weary
Dollar signs growing faint, dollar bills floating dreary
Still more to see still more to be still more to die for still more to love for
Could the life of all this land be just another skip in the master plan?
Friends forgotten for famous foreign fans
Freshening up for the grim reaper's return
Look sharp
Look dressed
Red hair rises as brown hair surprises
Honking in Manhattan as the earth was once thought flattened
Laughter runs amok among the empty streets once filled with ducks
Today there was a way to stay on top o' things
But I know deep down
There was just no way I was ever gonna' stay

Lots of blue women in these streets tonight
Lots of worries movin' but ain't seen
Went to Miami to find myself a honey
But all I did was spend alla' my money

I read a poem about a guy that needed a way out
He asked me what I thought but I don't no nothing about
What it means to walk right close to God's side
And ask if I can just get a quick free ride

Burned my tokens on a man that was jokin'
About a masked vigilante on the other side of Mississippi
Made a friend back deep in the depths of an Easy Coast city
Many that place knows how to get real down and busy

"Sister Mary!" He screamed in a beam of his reflecting Tambourine
A touch of a rose pedal wilting in a sunlight thats soon drifting
See that shift in the brick on those corner building sticks?
That's where my late cousin finally chose His personal pick

As I said the bread was warmer before you got here
Yeah you were a little late for the date that I made
Maybe next time listen to the sound of the round
You'll see that life don't care a single beat about your feats

It's alright that
What we do
Is everything
But
Possible.

A last ditch
Attempt
Toward the beautiful.

It's ok
When sweethearts
Becomes
Death tarts.

There's no one to blame
For the obligatory
Future.

I ask,
Hello?
And I
Compliment,
You are beautiful.

No response from the face.

What
To do
When the glasses
In front of us
Are empty?

I explore
Till the end.

One can only
Continue.

I tell so to grant
Debauchery, villainy, drunkenness.

For the fiends
Whose leave
Is two years away without
Grant or pardon.

Everybody loves a war.

I am nothing
But
A life
Of the mind, tethered
To a
Rock-battered body

One idea, two idea...
One after
Another.

Why feel guilt?
Why feel glory?
Why feel satisfaction
From chance
Creation?

We are all
Fly fishermen.

Why feel
There's more to
Give than
That?

The marmalade
Melts
On the veranda.

A cumulus  
Cloud
Ignites into a firecracker
Mimicking
An unguided
Missile.

The mask whispers
To the mirror on
Opening Night,

An artist
Is only
As good
As

Their choices.

Is it better

To live

In the machine of nature

Or

Mans machine?

Authenticity.
Genuineness.
Truth.

Are these
Subjective strivings
Intangible feelings
The keys to one's souls release?

Or can man,
Or has man
With their creations,
Do the same?

Futile.

What is there but
Flashes of happiness
While surviving
An ever approaching

Annihilation.

Man.

Nature.

Both ways
Of
Going about it.

If the iridescent light
Of your iPhone
Brings you the same joy
The suns rays
Or the moons glow does,
What's the difference?

Who's to judge?

Who's cares?

I, being a romantic,
Side with my origins.

I like dirt.

I like rock.

I like the way
Bark is both
Brittle and hard.

Like our ribs,
It protects something
It cannot

Save.

That's why I prefer
Mother Nature's machine:

Her singular gift of life
Is really two.

Life & Death.

And she's always been on Wifi, though

Only a select few

Have the password.

11100 rests on the corner
Of nothing and nowhere
A flashing white bulb of
Maddening brilliance wakes none
Comforting no one

How fast can the heart break?
How soon can death enter?
Where does the wavering hand
Of a life un-lived only pondered upon
Go when the clock strikes midnight?

The moon rests on her own ***
Clipping her fingernails for all to see
I see only the **** filled streets
Chipped beige walls lined with dog ****
The stones of history stacked higher & higher
Trying to hide old mens mistakes

Light punches open my window
The sun drunk in the sky cries
The wind swerves on the interstate
And the water stumbles home
After a long one

Mondays come hard
They hit like Ali did
Quick and fast and ruthless
All with the high sense
Of egotistical self-righteous

Class

A wake of oceans still frame
Pushing aside all the obsessions
In and out of the game

All my heroes are dead
Now my mind wanders as I
Dream of something instead

Twisted like the curl of her hair
A bounce in the body
Souls without a ****** care

Sun hit my face
Tell me the way out of here
Life is thin as lace

The rubble of humanity
Erects itself once again
Repeated methodological insanity

Hope in the shape of heart
Rests in the center of her eye
Captured right from the start

Restless lady you wander away
When I stop to listen
Lost for words or what to say

Take my mind in your palm
Watch me crumble like cards
As gentle as a new baby fawn

The path has been paved
Underneath the heat of the sun
Promises of reason rarely saved

Telling re-enactments of sorrow
Greek in the way she wails out
Not a link to life tomorrow

And the coffee is gravy brown
Steaming with delighted wisps
Mist blanketed atop a forgotten town

Numbers make their way to you
Leaking into the pours of your skin
To live to love to die and to always prove

Oh' worth you tackle me in the street
Shackling me with rusty wire
That to live right is to be living free

Aware of millions who've lived before
Rambling through the caverns of history
Still and calm as time restores

Pain is a mere tool used by men
It breaks and chips away at one's will
Let it not take you or it will come again

Sacrifice; a weighty guilt to bear
A life not lived for another's
An outstretched hand, an illuminated flare

Push of the night
Upright she walks in shallow glare
A stone in air like the flight of a kite

Timidity you waver within me
Telling that all is not supposed to be well
Like the wings of a buzzing yellow bee

Cooperation of the mighty captain
A knife as strong as His order
Lines of the dead stink with their souls contained

Another lie within the book
Born into a world of flames
That greets the one's who have took

Hurricanes twist inside of my mind
As my body burns an icy cold
And the only worry I have is that of time

Weighing the balance of right and wrong
An eternal search for the meaning of truth
A plea for help to make me feel as if I belong

But not here will I find the peace I seek
For the creek has dried up in front of me
Days are passing as my hand grows weak

Beware of the whisper from her lips
It smelt of roses grown from a summer dawn
You break as she enters and sits

Silver heart that shines within
Fragile to the touch of the shyest child
Tell me the secret of where to begin

Grant me your wisdom
Let me believe
There is no such thing
As irreparable sin

Bottle opener
Cracked vermouth
Naked lady
The kids grip their
Hearts
Like newly stolen candy

I'm a leaflet notebook
Fire parade
Fortune teller dressed in secrets
Kimono headdress
Ketamine lines

Upside down caligrpahy
Apple wine
Summer time
Open faced hamburgers
With the moon
On the infinite rise

Trickling melancholy
Purple moon
Hustlers under mailboxes
While grandma's line-up
To do the
Foxtrot

Sinister balloon
Of heavy-metal persuasion
Big titted foul players
Of foreign speaking
Soothsayers

Can it be that we
Are all out of players?
The ***** are in
The goals are scored
There's not a hand
Manning the board

Usurp the direction
Upend the powers that be
Peek through the keyhole
Discover the lies
Behind the masks of men
Who wear brightly colored ties

Music moves through
The meek feet of the weak
What're we all looking for
But the big vote
To take us all the way through.
Better butter down Sutter
Baby sitters been broken
The kids have gone missing

Instead of doves
We've got pigeons

Table-top nights with whatever I got in front of me
What you want is all you gotta' do
To be free here is as simple as 1,3,2
Let's be here together baby, just me and you

Running out of time an' the drug store's out of stock
Life is a worry as hard as a rock  
The neighbor's are running all through the block
Take my hand baby, there's no time to talk

Angel's through peep windows see my face
Watching me without an ounce of disgrace
I've seen my maker clad in iron, gold, and chains
No reason to go back, oh Lord I've been changed

Red sin painted across my face with a child's magic marker
Just cause' a missiles launched doesn't meant it has a target
Ladies are out tonight, with their high heels and their short skirts
See how they strut along 8th avenue
Smoke filled souls with only the hotels as their home

Eighteen years old Rimbaud burned his own photograph
Boats turned their sails as the seismic charts laughed
Crumbling within the own confines of my manic mind
I see the road to peace and feel my feet turn the other way
Conflict is the root of all human suffering with a gamble and a chance
Unfortunately you can't walk away or get a ticket advance

Pine needles underneath my feet and the sun above me
What I'm supposed to be is still an impenetrable mystery
Each beer I pull back is just another to add to the stack
Much like these pages that lay around me all covered in black

But still the blood pours over the desperate snow covered concrete
I spread my wings as I rise to a heaven that is unknown to me
Let the wind wet my eyes and my feet touch upon the tower
As I gain what I've searched for after all these long hours

Every tale I hear is clad in another man's words
There once was a time where we dealt with troubles
In honored offerings and shining sword
Hiding in the holes of timidity and cowardice
We replace words of honor with showering doubt
A rain is coming and not everyone is wearing a coat

Who will we forget after the storm has hit?
Will there be a candle still standing to be lit?
I whimper in the shadows as I search for scraps of food
Among the rats and the ****, I am now one of them
I was something old then, I am now something quite new

Too the depths I will search
Underneath the queen of hearts
And the king of swords

We all have the power
Of seeking something else
And to gain a bit more

Take your heart
And aim it to the rising dawn
Where the gentle does and fawns
Press their noses
To the morning dew wet with song

In the center of all hatred
Lies true love

In the middle of deceit
Lies unwavering promise

We men
Are a list of
Contradictions and
Fairy tales

We are remembered
Recalled
Re-enacted and
Transformed
Maliciously and
Falsely

If they once
Got it right
Maybe I wouldn't be
Writing this

Wilde wrote
About it

I'm sure others
Did
Too

And when I see
These instances in
My day as plain
As a blank sheet of
Paper or as clear as
The golden chirp of a
Note from the dirtiest of
Birds

When I see these
Words -

Written in some bar bursting with
Men, smoke, and wit -

They all seem to make
Beautifully bitter
Sense

A bitterness

Much like
Me

Much like
You

Much like

Life

Of course the road which is unknown leads you right to her arms
She was there before you even knew where it was at
Now with the winter hours melting away as the summer obeys
Only one master only the one commander
The dripping wet sprinkles itself on the hair of young children
Fire caught in a bottle burning the hands of anyone who may dare
Silence now while she is gone the one that brought me in the morning light
She prays for her salvation and her serenity
For fear of it actually never really being
Pour the soul of your loved one in every cup made of mud
These lies that you hide will soon be revealed
Tanning and scorching your now soft hide
These words worm their way out of these broken fingers
Too fast for you and and too fast for the one who stands there
Naked and blue
How was it that we never even saw how blind we truly were?
I remember the moments in between the seconds
Where we laughed at the absurdity of us between the blankets
That thoughts form from our minds eye as the capital cities were beginning to burn
Soft were her eyes wide but closed somewhere deep inside
How can I enter into that place? What tool do I need to see your true face?
Can it be with the pen, the song, the lyric, the painting that none want to see?
You were with him but I saw you looking at me
How true we are when we are faced with the truth without question
Without remorse
Dust on my jacket mud on my shoe, what o' what are we to do?
The sky cries as horns honk the night drifts as the boats rock in their docks
Our care has no name has no future and has no past
We are here now without any kind of twisted lesson plan
Rock west as I rock east the south is some kind of rotten beast
Smile to show the clown underneath that rotten frown
If I could only show you I ain't that bad I ain't always so sad
Lonesome lady let me take you away
Away from the fast and busy city always in full sway
We grin for we feel no sin the lights here are always so bright
Lets vanish far away where the sea is quiet and the woods rest vibrant
Clear heart release the flood gate that grips hate
No reason to stay here and have another warm bitter beer
Rambling mumbling blues somewhere late around the time of noon
Love around here comes on late
I'll be crying if it doesn't come around here soon

Hanging heads that know no truth
Tower above and beyond me
Windy passages that tell forsooth
Another game all still the same

We are caught in this
We are swept in this
We are ordered in pairs
To live within this

Tonight eyes were fluttering in a violence
I never would have thought possible
Tonight the chill of treason was upon me
There was no other place I would have rather been

To remedy this world is to ask the impossible
There are so many masks
So many small tasks
Being planned in every dark crack

How did we get to this place?
Who turned these levers to get us here?
Is there a light,
Is it near?

Action stares at me and me only
Destiny wants something now
But I know not what to give
These are just words on a page, what can they save?

Save the clouds from turning black
Save the waters from running red
Save a daughter from hiding
In some shivering shed

Salvation is simply another place
With many bodies perhaps with smiling face
There were memories of peace once before my time
There were moments of bliss within the sunshine

Another spill, another car to fill
Another bottle filled with pills
There are millions of ways to heal this pain
I'm just trying to find my own way

Search for an answer never said aloud
Love through a secret bellowed echoing proud
Tortured by man whose virtue turned to dust
So I keep my eyes for the coming dusk

Our trust skates on melting ice
And the voices that pushed us
Are now only a faint whisper
In the roar of the building traffic

Out of love, one creates another love
But a love not made of flesh and blood
But a divine direction promising
Pamphlets unbreakable in salvation

Even odd men out hold a few cards
Yawning through death, bored of the inevitable
Getting old getting younger feeling nothing
I sit cross-legged my head hung praying for rain

Hear the piano man praise himself openly
Serenely singing to anyone who will listen
Open hear surgery with butter knife and rusted fork
Idea's are nothing but churned up chicken and pork

My eyes flutter from the wet sun dew
As you enter my thoughts and play around inside
The ride we've taken has not been a short one
Where were headed is shrouded in crude mystery

Dogs barking on the red wavering horizon
I have lost my train of though and my keys
Backyard benediction two forms of every rendition
Elastic reformations of what we tried to make our love be

At the hour past **** stars giggle wriggling through ***
Their money morose as the dead who walk among us
Jokes who leer at the sharp pointed spear
Held by the fishermen who knows He can't work another year

Are you tired?
Are you weary?
Are you tired?

Are you indifferent
Of looking through lenses
Sick of life?

Press one's face to the winter chilled window pane
Feel your blood thin as the body slowly fights it

Remember you never stop fighting
Remember you never lose you never win

Remember

Whatever you came with

You leave with

Either line determines where the sun will shine
Not the fast paced type
The lies
Which you thought were the truth

These mirrors of seconds which tick
And tock
Telling secrets that may mean
Nothing at all

Cynic portraits of supposed inspiration
Improvisational
Horse
****

Fast paced splash art
Nothing there before
Nothing there
At the start

Help heaven wave their angelic wand
How fast we love
Yet how quick
We kick & shove

Goodnight to the thought of the last hour
For thinking is for the weak
At last the hour is upon me
I'm startled awake by the coming storm

One of the ways you lied was quite hard to describe
A riddle of ridicule laced with flaring shoe laces
***** nudist desires smelt of pure hash bury mayo
Feeling as if the end of the dawn would just be the beginning

To pleasure the thought of you was something I once liked to do
Now no longer
For the song bird can only sing for so long
Before their feathers molt to hear a call to move on

Move on blonde lady long legs
We are always meeting and moving on
Towards a sky which crashes silently
Quenching the thirst of many

So on a black rimmed earth a universe folds and folds and folds
Where men travel far not knowing where they go
Explore the neck of your lover to see that she has another
Each bell in the row rings as if it were the first time

Crack yourself up to hear the laughter that you hide away in your room
At first you may be surprised but the twang will not die unless
You
Will it

Night whistles through me
For I am not here
I am soon to be gone
But not to no grave

Each note guides itself upon a road that man must draw to understand
They take pride in cracking magic that laughs at our attempts
And our
Experiments

The word seemed to mean something once
People used to mean something also
Nowadays
All I see
Are comma break decimals
And funeral homes

Escaping from these hallow holes within the mind
Ranked to the highest number
I toss myself out to sea
Out to sea with concrete crevices deep as the heart
Broken as the mind
And shallow as some souls
Toss my body to the ones that need it
Feed their mouths
Knead and breathe in it
Were just sinking fast unable to last
With smiles that crack from the distant path
Reeling in my head for these moments to operate
Telling myself these memories are for real
Make me see the light of day again
Allow me to rest my head on that hardening pillow
Because in these words that are as malleable as water spray
Hold hope for something that is not what it seems
Something yet to be born, thrown from the unknown
A territorial bear with fangs that drip blood never bored
Thinking of the sea of the west that is the best
Where fires burn bright trickling sands of lost gold
Swearing to yourself at night that you'll never fully know
Wondering how much longer these stars will be mine
Riddle me every way of the sweetest apple wine
White out the eyes of the supposed God's of snow
Blur out the image that forced that chain around your neck
Caught in their free fall of ******, mayhem, and monotony
Telling tales wishing to live forever
Perhaps achieving but always believing
You'll never learn to lift that latch
A little bit slower

Separating my fingers
From the days manageable load
Of monotonous
Pull and push and push and pull
The heart
Surprisingly
Still beats with a vigor that is unmatched
In the head
If I only I could take more time
To give a ****
If only the clocks would slow
As I go and go
If is a word that dreamer's use to separate their fingers
Like the dough men of Paris bistros
Or boxers cracking their knuckles
Or master story tellers leaning back to let the sun hit them
In the perfect place to feel their pace
The word if is the burst of confetti
At the start of a party, a wedding, an unusual funeral
And reality
Reality is the strewn wreckage of multi-colored
Mix and matched
Chaotic and beautiful squares crying
Like a plastic explosive made of diamonds unimagined
We all want to live in the confetti world
We all want to live in the if
We all want to want the dream to become true
And the funny thing is
When it happens
Not I
Not a one of us
Would know entirely
What
To do

North cornered near the glass ain't gonna' last
Cause the money is running out
It's running out fast
Nickel and dimed' burning money burning pride
With the liquor stores all closing and mother mary praying whispering
"Sarah, sarah, sarah..."
No names in these streets empty touched' defeat
The meat is getting angrier surlier burlier
The heat is getting heavier breathier and touchier
Blankets burn in the Connecticut sun mother mouths something
But I can't make it out
With these posters on these white walls falling for their own droll
Committed to the picnic that is not life at all
Putrid in these notes that sail through the air never fail
With the heart that once was held
By a women that I thought I'd take the time to know
But then the winds came with the side ways rain
All that pain that I couldn't bare or understand to stay
There was the window washing maniacs pinching pennies
Letting go of their soul for another side dish and entree of dough
Ploughing through their TV screens which falls through their skin like
Love used to do but in the blue hue there was nothing
They could bear to do
Bear man breaks open the skin flecked electro heart machine
Shocking every last one of us past the point of divinity
Already through the heart and mind and limb of man
Into the skin and the blood and the beating eye lids
Of a brother I never had, that man named CID
Jesus named me no name so I wander wherever my feet may carry
Never had no religion only long lesions through the seasons
Cut wound bleed break breakfast dinner bird
There was a glint in the sun
The way she gripped and held Her sword
Graining through pages of past history *******
Seeing visions of kaleidoscope faker ***** with their blisters
Gripping their panoramic sisters
Beauty in the eye of the hair that twists
In the mid-west chilling winds of the whisp
Forests burning boringly gripping the last hope of
Mother murdering herself just to stay alive
In a stride of elegance tides of benevolence
Roaring rewind curb side b-lines
And a mix-tape that spins and spins and spins
But plays nothing
No nothing
At all

Consider the new dances not of this current newsy
Riddle the wail of the police siren
See how fast the robbers run
And the crooks stay still
Consider the new drunks of the prohibition revolution
What are those sons o' guns getting loaded on?
Most likely the lure of the fish stream which trickles far & fast
Past three
Consider the being not allowed to write the next letter
Singed hair reaches up into the spreading air
And she's gone
Just like that
Consider the heart in the shape of a telescope pointing to the ground
What will the magnitude of a flash of red say?
Anger sits next to sorrow
And shares a shot and a drink
Consider the days ones head is so heavy & ******
Thomas can't even stand still or lay in His bed
Soldiering on through the thicket of the fog
To hear the children play with the white dog
Consider the eyes which open in the morning to see neighbors crying
Whether they feel anything at all is of no importance
The eye sees
The mind judges
Consider the center of a being in the jukebox next to the vinyl
Blood soaked tear drop ripples of vibrations can't talk
Up until you came in here
I was having a hell of a time
Consider the illogical reason of reason theoretical waitress schemes
She wears orange to match Her hair, which she seems angry about
Maybe the heat of the hue
Is actually true
Consider the yawning for an entire lifetime
Reeling back the eyes to see Buddha, Jesus, and Elvis
Playing
Strip Poker
Consider the communal misfortunes where tea is spilt on a biblical purpose
Where the tyrannical pyramids grew feet, got up & left
Sheik chicks see themselves only once
In the dunce, then move on
Consider the moving cars through highways packed in like graveyards
Making a living but
Never
Living
Consider the constitution wearing an earring the size of your eyeball
Dashing yet sophisticated weak and ignorant
Sprinkled with an ironic sense
Of self-confidence
Consider the birth of something new
Being there and breathing
Going through the whole ordeal
Then dying with it

There were envelopes addressed
With letters inside of them
Written to people
That I'd never met

Words for people that have
Never existed

Fodder for the fanciful devil
Terror for the trembling weak
Remembrances dance memories
Can't speak

But what is the voice
When it has nothing to say?
When it has nothing to say at all?

And encouragement,
What is encouragement,
But someone else's attempt to fall?

There was dew on the tree from
Last nights rain
It trickled down the banister
Cool, quiet, and wet as I made my
Out

A woman crossed the street weeping
She was meeting a man
She honestly didn't want to see

And these are the people that live with
Encouragement
"Go get'em!" attitudes
Faking clear eyed
Fanaticism for the ends meat
For the prize
For the win

Winning in a land that produces
Corrupt meals
On
Wheels

That shoots bullets towards men of
Change and honor and
Liberty

That breathes down the necks of back breaking
Men and women that have just
Nothing, no nothing at
All

To suffer here is to live correct
Flipping a silver coin toward a burnt buttered toast sky
Is to live high
Is to live quiet high
Is to live
So one can die

Sneezing transitions in mass transit routes
Tram rocks underneath the black and blue sky
Ahead of me is infinity
Behind me the past,  sticky & stagnant - inescapable

Smells of cat food unintelligible *****
Passed on hopes & forgotten dreams
Cackling whistles of worn out break pads
A man coughs as another rolls up his socks

Next to me a man slumbers dreaming of home
His wife in bed alone, his son's and daughter's
Hide under thin white sheets, waiting for Him to phone
The door creaks open, he'll wait for morning to speak

Hazy recollections across glossy wet cobble stones
Solidarity is the only way to work sometimes
The sting of smoky nicotine flows up my nose
Pushing past the marker of ill-received news

Nights out drinking, talk and talk and talk
More of the same as I frame the outcome summarily
Atop the page is where the life is
A rainfall of experience to purge this ****** emotion

Labeling oneself does not mean defining oneself
That is what the whiskey is for
I hide behind a wall dripping with insecurity
I fear, I love, I live, and one day, I will die

Shuttle to a stop, bewaring of adjectives
I have the urge to stay, but am the last to leave
My eyes adjust to the soft orange glow of the streetlights
And into the night living rather than dead

So in place of the hours I believe I need
Staying awake looking at these pen marks
I need nothing for something only brings more worries
Anxiety being a killer - I try to rid myself of the poison

Humming up the stairs I attentive & aware
There in the elevator savory sweet hickory perfume
Another year away from an old place I called home
Time passes slowly, as I slip in between the folds

The faucet leaked and
The pipes creaked
And there was nothing
In the drawers
To eat

We had our money
If only a little bit
But we both knew
There was something else needed
Like the preacher's prayer's
Or the cow in the field feeding

A horizon where the world seemed saved
A life without misery or humans crazed
Horns playing with midnight stars twinkling
The hands of time shivering in sudden epiphany

Each promise They told us would come true
Fell on a way side hollower than the deepest tide
I struggle to see as she holds her breath and says
"My heart it beats red, but my soul stands aside"

Solstice fortune dressed in golden angel's dust
A prayer for the father as the forgotten other
Lays wrapped in his thin white blanket knowing
That all he hath searched for has already been sought

Can peace be brought to this place?
Or have we plagued these lands with false
Heroes and entered a paradise lost?
Foreseeing destruction the roads bend to a cross

Imprisoned by our own doing
I seek the key that my hand has hid
I scream as it catches a jagged edge
Life sometimes is not so easy to forgive

I ask no more what I can do with this time
There is only the choice of action in dear finale'
Come with me or I must leave you behind
Stay where your heart tells you, my sister divine

Crossroads ahead of us
The past no longer in plain-view
Where the rhythm rings
Is where I'll be able to live with you

To hold you close my dear
Far after the fog lifts
The heart never aiming to drift
And the raw sunlight falling near
To a home we know not yet
A hope and a fear we both keep
From one another in utter secret

Sometimes these emotions are too much to handle
A sweet ocean's breeze can take out the most secure candle
But that still does not mean that you shouldn't trust me
Or that you shouldn't push yourself or let me breathe
We are one, but we are not, do not let yourself be forgot

So let's throw this wheel from the back
Of the semi-truck, escaping the polices
The rules & regulations of fixed lifestyles
I have made my way to the border lands
Each answer a piece of sun-burnt sand

To be sad in times of picturesque joy
Is merely a sign of the times
Melancholia rests underneath the pillow,
Between the sheets, with every hand I shake to meet
A naked truth flashes itself as I avert my eyes
Embarrassed to address my own body tantalized

So many tricks
Numbers of ways
A flick of the wrist
A glance of the eye
Each nod a whisper
In blue declared disguise

These people
Were all children once
Captured and ensnared
In the unforgiving
Nine to five
Where every hand raised
Is a life threatened
If they so choose to rise

And so the tide crashes as the God's of dog's
Barks into the cast iron white moon of myth
Death's scythe snickering as lover's quarrel
In vicious bickering, condemning one another
Of what the other can and cannot give

Both to stubborn to present the gift
They one day would wish to live

The ringing starts with the flick
Of the light switch at midnight

Too literal are the swiveling office
Chairs and blaring telephones we
Are brought into at birth

There was a freedom once that
Tasted like fresh honey milk and
Felt like the first tremors of a
Love you thought would never be

The truth
In that place is
As sacred as the mountain,
The river, the wind, the Earth -
All of space we cannot see

Closing my eyes I
See the future of human kind
And mourn the fact
That I will not be here to
See all the changes to come

Everyman
Everywoman
Is once
Expected to die

And hoped to
Have lived

Our expectations of
Greatness is met
And we must continue to
Meet those expectations
Or else left in the dust
From whence

We came

A reel removed itself
From the moving pictures
Watching itself
**** and naked

What have I done
With the body that God gave me?
What have I done
With the son that mom made me?

Trailing trite through that summer night
He made his way to a river bend
Taking himself close and ever so tight
He wrote a letter that he never did send

The moonlight hit his body boldy
In the heat of that long summer night
There were passerby's that watched this poor man sizzlin'
Shouting and screaming that he never would have been existing

At long last the mirror of his mind
Evaported into an unknown unseeing universal sign
At long last the sands of past sins
Had been past to accept its final rhyme

Mystery movements memorize motor molecules
Mirroring mechanisms matching men mutually
Member music Maybelline May?
Member music Maybelline May back in May?

She payed with nothing
Yet gave me everything
She payed no not a quarter
But left me
Oh so *******' distorted

Not enough pain
He whispered
Not enough of this and
Not enough of that
Was it something I did?
Or something I didn't do?
Was there a step I could have taken?,
Or a step in another direction?
There are so many ways to get through the agony
So many signs to follow, sounds to listen too
Why is it that these days all these signs lack dust
Show no mystery
Our lives are mapped out, clean, risk free
The easy connection of the world around me
Is killing me silently, methodically, knowing and unknowingly
But always, consistently killing me
Yet I continue to use this machine
These methods towards a death of a thing that is seen as obsolete
A thing I cannot name
But is somewhere deep inside of me
Perhaps a soul that is covered but one day, if lucky,
Will be dusted off
Hooked in the mouth, cooked, and served
To myself at some table
With no one around me
But a page eager and bare

There are so many
Ways to live by

Numerous routes
One could
Take in their
Lifetime

It exhausts me
Just to
Think about it

There are so many
Quotations to
Memorize and
Organize and
Believe in

People forget those
One's
Never followed
Anyone

Their vice of
Self - fulfillment or
Self - worth or
Self - righteousness or
Self - obsession
Left them alone and
Mad
Most of the time

But that's
The way
It goes...

There are so many
Lifestyles around me

They dilute people
That live it
To have a strange
Horrifying
Glaze across their eyes

As if they were
Robots or
The Undead or

-even worse-

Brimming with illusory
Finiteness or
Settling with the
Result

As if
This were
It

All this
Has been happening
Since the dawn
Of
Time

Cavemen opted for
Deer fur
Rather then
Bear fur

Harder to **** a bear

It is those
Tiny things that
Mother Nature

-The *****-

Leads us to
As if we were
Blind right
From the
Start

Powerless against
Her
Shackled at the
Beginning

Make do
With what you've got

Sit back and
Let life
Reveal itself

Day in
And
Day out

There are those times when
Nothing seems to be right
And love is way out of your sight
And hope was the only thing that
Held you together at night

And yeah there are those moments when
Everything seems to be lost
Where your lover's turned to a boss
And something inside of you is sayin'
That your fate lines have definitely been crossed

Sometimes days don't need to have a time
Where there is nothing but a dry midnight
Only the sight of children's play kites
And a sky seeming to bleed through
Struggling hard trying to fix your favorite tie

And when your there wandering n' cruising
Seeing only two pairs of eyes with a bruising
Thinking to yourself "whatever happened to Susan?"
And you recall a heart you thought would never die
As you glance in the mirror, a man only losing

You can always make your way down to town
Where not a soul will ask you your name
No' those cats won't even make a sound
They'll just ask for a smile, maybe a smoke or a round
Yes there is nothing to worry about
When you make your way into town

Other times late at night down in town
Some guys might need to ask you
To spot a dollar or wear their borrowed crown
Don't you worry though, no don't wear a frown
No there is no reason to fret
When you make your way down round' town

And if you think you've seen it
I tell you try not to retrieve it
There are things better then the bullet
Sights prettier then then the medaled lieutenant
Places brighter then our sun
Especially when you've got a soul
As deadly as a gun

Yes yes yes,

When you've got a soul
When you've got a soul
When you've got a soul

Deadly

As a gun.

Stick in the mud bringing itself a drink
Through the rat fink back stabber reminder stinks
Upstairs there was a lady
I think all these drinks are gone
Yeah there was a lady upstairs
She said she knew the way
To make any man made
Wore ten gold earrings on every little finger
The sound they made when hitting each other
Was like an angel drifted through
A spraying sprinkling water sprinkler
Shell fish big eyed laid back young in her hair
She whispered nothing out loud
But every ****** man in the crowd
Leaned in as if they had heard
A smile creaked onto the cook's face
As the wood on the tables bent
From the mass amount of all that human stench
We are the masses of morons bleeding day in and day out
And yet we sit and writhe and wriggle
Refusing to leave and ignoring that we decide to stay
Replenishing our souls with the liquor bowl
We trudge through the muck unfilled and filled
Day through week through month through
Seconds of frying eggs, golden n ' laying themselves
Because around here there ain't no ****** ducks!
Sister muck, she lives upstairs
Leaves her trinkets in a jar for she is the one
That started and will end this hellicious bar
Packed up her stuff in a huff while her buff
Started the car to go quite far
To the moon in blankets cause' they just couldn't stand it
A fake for the feathers tarred and dressed in leather
A foreign affair apple pear was the color of that girl's hair
There were so many reasons to stay but I knew my way
Was not to rest easy
In that golden flecked white pitched tent
Golden and brown
A beautiful deadly bay

There's just
Too much sometimes

These faces and
These twisting lives
Which are spent well,
Lived well, brought along
With a proper kind of zeal...

There's just
So many of us that
The unity overrides the
Solemn outcast

Money made its
Way into my life

But not really

I tried...
I really did try
To care about the stuff and
About everything
It could give me

Maybe I'm too stupid
Maybe I'm not old enough
Maybe I'm too much of
A barbarian to need nothing
But something that was
Given to me or that I stole or
That I got on the cheap from nowhere

I see the future
As only a dream of a
Better present with more or
Less bearable troubles

There is nothing that
Exists that cannot
Be beaten
Or solved

There are many of us
With feelings that
Are only lost in the wind
Tossed in the stream
Careened as the Spring
Changes Her colors to the reverse

I hear the hearse of Death
But the gallows rarely seem
To fall on the reborn or saved

Their angel's with their harps, their
Wings and their rings smile into
A crowd that only lives for a detour
From damnation into a safer salvation

Pain shows to be such
A deal breaker

When discussing the
Pro's and con's of
Which side you'll
End up on

Irony crowns
It's holy humor
Of Lords once again

Translation of
Red faced misfortune
A tune for the muse
Who rests *** less yet
Smiling with satisfaction

A sad old feeling
Of realizations & regrets

Halloween wrinkles Her nose
And the grass turns brown as
The sun slowly starts to burn out

Locket of love
Golden hanging replica
Of truth & of lies
A tie painted by a ring
A kiss where behind
Lays the knife

Burn the pages
Memorize the words
Turn of the century
These wounds are turning green
Trademarked & sworn

Leaflets of one's
Own devices
A pressure cooker
Of a lover
Tonight eyes glance
Left to right
Nigh up & down

"So your the one
They keep talking about..."

Each minute presses on from
The palms of her hands
As the wax brown & purple wooden
Floor caked with bad dreams
Speculates no longer sober
While animals dressed in winged cobra suits
Rest inside the house made of faceless poker cards

Resting willow
Eyes in half slant
Blankets pulled up to the ears
She speaks of animals lost
A tarot card terror
Death & memories

My eyes are getting
Soft and wet and red
Thinking about the softness
Of her once tough bed
Music moved through her hair
Like a winter wind
Like a cheap red wine
Time kills kindling hearts whose fuel
Is the red juice, the red stuff
She sampled freedom with men not of me
I told her that freedom is to be free
That to be free is to feel the weight of the eternal world
The drifting leaves to not know of love
For they are love
They are the burning bushes which spoke to the shamans
Moses
The mad men
Her and I were the drifting glitter
From a thirteen year olds first ever
Real birthday wish
Now with her gone wishing seems
Like trying to talk to God
To hear is to
Believe
And to believe
Is perhaps
To be temporarily
Deceived

I kept
A heart
That
Wasn't
Mine

I
Picked it up
From another
Far off
Time

In my
Pocket
It sits
And rests

I know
I'm not a Man
That is
The best

But break
My chest
Steal
Mine own

Steal my
Diamonds
Buy
Your gown

Not another step
Don't even prep.
For the magic of the mind
That drifts through
All of time

Ha!
Is a word for laughter
-
Is
Nothing at all

These symbols
Penetrate you
And they dry
Me

At last the hours has struck its final Raven Big Sleep Roar
The lizard looked up
Where it finally saw
God's grandest lie

Pen of Enveloping Mystic Soliloquy
Take my mind
Far away
From this disintegrating place

Ravish a land
That I never
Got to
Know

You were the one that stole
All this
Away from me

You were the one
That shouted your curses
From the curly foamy
Bur roughs

Ha!
Is a laugh
- is
Nothing at all

Shake the silver
Deep within those pockets
Grip your only lover's locket
Deep within that pocket

So lost souls
Of eager youth
With emotions of roaring wonder
And imagery make their way
To the minds ears eyes and stiff tears
Of a heart without a beat

And if those oceans do turn over
And all will be lost with stern grimaces
What will be remembered but with the pages?
A temper tantrum spelled out with smiles
Flickers of brilliance from strangers
A telling tale of tepid youth
A fountain with a boring drought

Though my sheets are cold my
Hands are not and never will be
Fire is my only companion and
The side street and gutter and high ball glass my wife
When the stores close up
The parks open up where nothing
Means everything when your in that part of town

Each stone means a man
And each city a spent life
Every knife coveted in holy blood
Is a baby lost due to selfish love
But you who tells of squeamish angelic love
Atop a field where watery dew sprinkles
With imagery but falsely fragrant doves

What scream do you possess that
Already hasn't been said?
He who possess something truthfully
Possesses nothing
And in praise one squirms
Like the worms underneath ones toes
And though the moon is full
It is hallow to the core
And in heart the wasp wing doth beat
There is no honey for him to keep

A yell a scream a whimper a cry
The burning trees of Christmas are here
Empty hotel with passengers all alone
We are united yet we show action
- all behind closed door -
Made of cold dry stone

Mere material makes me meager poor and sane
Each sleeve who shows their heart
Can hold only themselves to blame

Goodnight to the praised
Say hello to the moon and the stars

When you speak

You all

Seem to speak

The same

Attempt the break of the mold
For nothing else will be worth or sold
There are many eyes on all of us
Some seen but most already redeemed
Listening to these voices that float through air
Allows the mind to wallow at times with despair
There was never a feat in existence called fair
There has always been what the times called for
And then appeared

A fraction folds
To hold
The mold of a former
Love affair in negative degrees

When we were young
The things that mattered
Were the present
The future non-existent to us
Meant nothing, though not pushed
Or brushed under the rug

No guilt was weighed upon us
No responsibility given
Our only task was to live, love, experience, grow

A turn in the mentors
DIrects the young minds
To a place thought of
Death to a spontaneous chaotic mind

The only
Kind
That makes
Differences are changes

When there was nothing to say
We moved the former sentences
To the front of the line
And there was magic in her eyes
The way she lied with her thighs
A voice like a sick angel with too many
Pills swimming around her intestines

Another night
Two days prior
The sire inhaled
And looked out onto
A golden field aflame

The same man
Whose daughter's plan
Was to escape to a land
Far from reach
From his violent hand

We are all escaping somewhere
All going someplace
A nerve twisted underneath a
Tangerine tinted skyline

It's late on the front near the water;
The old withered oak trees.
A cloud passes over the moon;
Darkness pours over this old house of mine.
In time I'll see love again,
But for now
I'll stop feeling lazy and have reason.

Falls coming soon.
So croon with the leaves that crawl
Over caked and cracked windowpanes
Forgetting a summer that was
Wasted away in a hazy heat to dumb
To press matters further than work and love