my thoughts a swirling grave
orange tasting pavement
mint gum in my pocket
chewed
a small ill defined girl swung her head but
kept her drink level
it did not spill
there was a felon who was proud
and a blue that was fallen
the driest eyes
in a desert of music
people swaying and reaching out
but as outmatched as ivy
and skin
to the torrent of clouds
orange tasting light
burnt skin
burnt paper
orange tasting prayers

some like  a silk screen
never thought about  one off hitch
someone must be grateful or kind
there is no voice quite like that here
oh and the shadows too
say nothing at all
i spit and wipe
today is so much waiting
frame then frame then back two frames
tremolo, flutter, dip dip like a card dropped from the roof
i never liked the silk screen
it came from a worm
and an eye
it's too small
some like anxiety
things like that are dark for a reason
there is not much to see
and what there is to see is much too small
i can see you topple or sway
it is a good thing now more than ever

This old man in a bar
told jokes and reveled in reflections of all his youthful moments
there were three nuns
the last of which wound up spread out
it was great fun
in between pity laughs were shocking laughs
the old man mumbled
but i could hear him speaking from behind his curtain
of shimmering inebriation
i answered questions
and his worn off ear made the answers
Paul and Chan
they were young enough to learn what he had to teach about his great life
it was a great life
three sparkles in his eye lead to a decrescendo
that was a hint to look left and up
for life or the light that gilded like it
this old man made his friends
tipped well
had a son who just followed and laughed
and old alchy
he shook my hand in an old fashioned way
so very sincere
have a good life
so i will

i have never made love
i like to **** and watch the gears move
feeling your organs being pushed in and out
you must be too skinny
a two inch worm could make your skin crawl
shake
shut up, shut the **** up
this has nothing to do with names
this has nothing to do with what's behind your face
i just want to watch the gears move
grind
these parts function
with an undeniable force
like an atom bomb
supercell
i ****** for days
now it smells awful
like a trap for all the rotting emotion
blankets the air
and skin
and cloth
with the smell of a stagnant
sweaty hate
******* is an act of violence
but it is not a crime
intention determines that appearance
with nothing but good intentions
for every woman on this earth
they are all beautiful and deadly
but making love is a crime against god
because he keeps it for himself
deals with it only when he has to
and i thank him for that

aspired to build a bridge and tear it down
but you watch every bolt go in
every peice of steel lay down
every cable contorted toward a heaven
called an apex of pressure and tension
you made the plans with flashes of light in your brain
the idea
from thought
to word
to mouth
to word
to mouth
an engineer wrote it down
and it has manifested from picture
to impact
so you watch the people walk over it
and you tear it down
waking up the steel
and making new thoughts

You can feel a sight
at eight thirty on a summer night
air turns a deep blue
and it stays completely still until you brush it aside
air reflects blue and shoots it out
and now everything is blue
goodbye sun
hello black felt sky
your glimmer is showing
but only in some spots
someone bigger than you and i poked some holes
through a backlit scrap
of undeveloped film
to force the light and the heat through
but that's gone
as the heat leaves
the dark slowly breathes
the air turns blue
for twenty minutes
everything becomes diverse in uniform
you can lay your head between the dirt and the air
hear blue, feel blue.
and then it goes away

blood is blue and it ***** precaution
it ***** you with a rock
you will meet the wind and shake with the earth
your education
is a waste of time
eyes burnt open , your blood is red
your skull is dry
running for days and misinterpreted
i yearn for the true meaning of these
useless lines, because they will die in some digital inferno
when the world comes crashing down