Part 1:::::::::::::::::::::
Desert valley in waiting
austere walls of cloud blow
not up and away but in impending status
hanging flashes over boreal sky
birds' wings suddenly alight started
by the voice of the divine and the
aroma of ozone now
lighting on wet pavement hisses as
man and beast scramble for shelter

Part 2::::::::::::::::::::::::
Rain
in the gutter splatter
invisible matter
all penned walls are white
tears of the Hopi
cactus river
saguaro salvation

Lofted over the Cedar murky
waters the color of coffee flow implacable
immutable towards the Southeast horizon
while Pleiades and Orion hunt above tenacious
juniper fingers driven into crags
boreal bonsai stands everlasting
in time
for me to fly this roost

Spearmint altoids and espresso
doubleshot headphones
hardly used Palm(seems not 1 for organization)
Empty jewel cases strewn over
the pine expanse3 monitors burn, an insistent
cyclopean glare w/the accompanying mice
notebooks' aged paper curled
'round circuit board controller cards
and holographic stickers open
hard drive aluminum platter white
cordless phone 2.4 GHz
floppy discs USB
milk glass opalescent bag
industrial lasagna fork canted sideways
tomes beckon
Cybershock
Snowcrash palpitations
PANIC! k_trap trap type 0x000000E flickers
attempting to dump 32 years
physical memory
Failed!
User I/O = NULL

Well, can't think of much - so
I'm bored
maybe I'll smoke a little more
and remember what you were(or could've I possibly forgotten)
sweet caresses like summer sun
and eyes burning with beautiful life
never to be mine - mocking, like
the comedian last nite on TV,at everything that seemed to hold
even the remotest of value

Melancholy midnight drones
circuits short fuse
dawn for the sleepless
residual caffeine headaches corporate spoil
masochistic colonies marching on
titanic glass and steel infrastructures
devoid soul
wasted
is there time for tomorrow?

Marijuana is tempting me
we all have our moments (and)
you're going to hell
hands twitch spasmodically on the windowframe
belly white fire from below
You make me sweat
and fidget
and pace
hair shining ravenlike at dawn
God kills all our children while
America revels in buisiness suits
the poor man beaten down
Listened to your tired song 30 hours straight but
felt no comfort in the melody
smoked 10,000 cigarettes
waiting for the Christian Apocalypse

Forgive me, love
for I will forsake thee
to pursue a goal
in uncharted territory
my life, limbs
strung askew hung on
the myriad sentences
this will has spoken through
bleed if you must
my tears will cleanse the
wounds fading
into darkness
the halls of no return.

It's said to move like
this..stop-start, stop-start
like a sullen auto refusing to comply
with its operator -and the words, so arcane they must have
been hand delivered from an untouchable
source of divinity
iambic, pyrrhic, choriambic and amphibracic
what ever can they mean and
of course secondarily
can they be understood enough to make even
half-hearted progress?

Excrement of the intangible
The iron ****** lung
The sharp inhalation - raspy reality
The thought that all is too much
The repressing of doubts in the hollow
The incommunication at the office
The freezing of the faculties
The desparate sigh two chairs away
The sensation of lost in a maze
The plaintive face of misunderstanding - and
The allocation of the assets
The incessant attempt at grubbing funds from already empty pockets
The sneer of the Tax Man
The ineffectual Cops and
The stern eyes of judgement
The remainder of all that was sacred

feeling as ifstuck in rewind
an old cassette perpetually turning
towards anachronism
like sepia toned photos
yesterdays memoirs revealed
your sunshine and the
absolute absence of clouds

to you nameless and cold
harbinger of longing and breathlessness
icebergs float eternally in your presence
to mingle with the myriad capsules
of the love you will never know
and the tears of those saints held aloft
who forevermore condemn
the frigidity of your dissolution

graves upon graves
lie within these pools
of black blood rising to overcome
to swallow the chains
and binds
while blind eyes stare blankly
into the ravenous face of death
bewarethese mortal coils that tie
but soon are released to emptiness
and the further emaciation of
tumescent lips
drops of sweet wine
spatter
on the pallid visage of
life eternal

incoming across
morning cigarette stuck in corner of mouth
shirtless
and faded Levi's
nearly 80 degrees today
and as much humidity
causes the trees to droop in silent
green veils
as much as the hail last night
just thought to tell you:
I never knew you had
The Voice

I have learned never to ask the name of injury--
but I pay that no attention.
I was told it was better to learn everything, then
forget selectively than never to have
learned at all.

This is the one day of fall when
the world is warm and brittle, the wind just strong
enough to clear off the trees. Today leaves shake
to the earth in piles, push against curbs,
into alleys and street drains, where the final
cracks of their deaths cannot be heard.

My eyes close--
leaves roar by, shrapnel from an explosion. Shredded
air and sharp debris scarcely frighten me.
I pretend. I reduce the importance of disaster
around me. I disappear
to my smallest place

I have written nothing
sketched a rough outline of your face
a sombre detuning of
sense and sensibility
strewn upon the page over miles
mulled and vivisected
these the entropic shards
of self

Fear and Loathing
alone2:00am paces
'neath the light of an austere moon
hollow as the reed
bent in boreal waters

We are nothing to
each other yet inhabit the same
space eyes dulled and unknowing
like submerged stones
oblivious to the slow gyre
of irretrievable time

Do you
need, you
broke, you
bleed, you(r) taste
I
prevent, I
falter, I
can't, I
crumble, you bleed
You, taste me,
release me