love the lying preachers and the dying fawn amongst the tall grass groves in the valleys of green hills
speak softly to the fairies and goblins that light your path
tread heavily upon such ground that you claim as yours
fear not the bellows of wire-men
show me thou drinking talent
thy smokey eyes
dead in the stomach of winter

they chant your name in the streets during wartime
even now i know my debt is due

down in the wonderful sweet taste of not being dead, i am here
i am here through salty waves, sun drop burps lively gaze
a stunning figure passing me every moment
today i have a conscious

i am a reticent hill
i speak for myself and my clouds

come fast and convert me to nice purple feelings
convert me into those salty waves
or downright garabge
fleeting all happy thoughts
now only the balanced can prevail

how’s your day going?
oh, alright ya know
same **** different day
ya thats good
it’s a bit boring
yeh, i know what you mean
trust me

rolls eyes
don’t worry they do that all the time
who?
all of them, you have no idea
try working in a place like this
i can’t imagine


she might  love me if i brought her up to the castle
or the ancient places hidden in the ramapo mountains
or blauvelt
the century old rifle range


puppy dog eyes
quivering lip
veins popping out just like  mine

i swear i don’t know what time it is
i swear i don’t give a **** anymore

this ones on me carl
this one too

we sat there on the park bench to watch the passers by and to see the uselessness glisten on their faces
as if you could buy synthetic sweat in a spray bottle
i heard one of them call out up into the big bright blue sky
“ i just want to feel the lies and the spaces”
we stood still and watched one of them fly away for good.

after a while
we moved to the grass
a big green lawn on the east side of the park
place pressed down by other people sitting on blankets
just like us
but we didn’t sit
it was collapse
waterfalls and green pipe cleaners
for most of the day.
just holding and scared of what should happen next


when we start to die
apologies will be compulsory
hopefully we’ll all forgive and move on together
just like we have again, and again, and again.

to say that something is or isn't takes great courage
and as we hold hands in the middle of the street
the pavement cooling off in the strange summer dusk
i stand and look at you and you know
i went there

to the dancing baby- bled flowers
and small grey eternal suns, in the dreams of fallen angels
i went there

to see your small hands hold an apple against a grey wall
or at the very least become apart of it
to count rice and raindrops
to realize when you have to wake up and you cant feel anymore.
there is a long
staring
eagle headed breeze

i went there
to the empty plastic bag souls of my friends
speechless and holding out my hands
and dying while laughing
eating
drinking

shes the real prize here so don't get tired of standing out
cooling down here in the blank asphalt faces of god and ******* and most disasters

why am i afraid?
because you're afraid
what color is the sky
where is my moon?
why does the sky bleed blue?
i have carbon filters
fresh water promises
people who don't want to die by my side
die somewhere else with jelly bean bellies
some color cast in all

frames pass by
slap,slap,slap like good dope, or going over a bridge
like birds flapping wings or visions of ancient gods


good wanderings
always wear a rubber
bad endings and hopeless angels going upward
red hair beautiful soul looking out for us chumps

the sanity is in seeing double
knowing the enemy is above you and below you
there is a massacre to be held
a genocide to be dealt

we dwarf all
we ******* common sense
we come down and cling to substance
the best won in the worst eye

now we're ******* with the oceans
its very tide
those who appreciate this are done for
those who own their emotions  do not know

i have only one gate
come on down here see what its like
clawing your way out of a bottomless pit.
yet rejoice everyfoot
you have made it somewhere where it doesnt matter

snake eyes bleed through i can’t lose a ******* thing can’t speak can’t blink can’t breathe can’t sing can’t write
she stops at the edge of the hallway, she pants knowing or not knowing my name
sweat and tile and stage lights are adjacent and malcontent
horribly irritable grass and pavement
but i swear to god, gold silken hair and deep deep sapphire eyes make me forget what i really should’ve remembered

i get stanza and timing and slipping
but for god’s sake i see nothing
like kids drawing on a wall
together we dream dog dreams steak dreams camel dreams travel dreams god knows where the ghosts go


i will never live on a river too low
too flat
no violenece
cutting up rocks and such
i want to **** everything with rocks
beating it to death like a race-horse with a abounded knee
i’ll meet you there on the killing feilds

you are not so outrageous
you are all right here with me
they make our casings
grind our meat
look n’ say
“all that’s ready to dance, dance!”

they drown in it

everyone is van-gogh
some of us are picasso
whoever you want to name

I’m still here scrolling through ancient tomes
she doesn’t want to die just yet
the banshees will always screech.
not yell
can we nurture this,
can we do into our own end

so now at the brink of all existence
i need you to take me up there to show me around
i’ll drop names and cutthroats and push and pull till your pale skinned daughter ***** up the one air in the single person coffin.

this is the worst poem ever written
no debate
no college
no *** or love or hard drugs

i haven't been reading
curriculum
scotch and water please

just roll out the list
put it on my tab
make me pay for my feelings

yeah yeah yeah
what goes up must come down
what goes in must come out
god is my devil
devil is my god
sometimes you can see it everywhere
if you blink you'll miss it

or spend it on beer after the game
how are you dearest?
what is my fate?
i see smiles
hear the desperate whimpering
of a dying human race

do nothing
let the evils of this world flow up and over you
onto the internet
like a sandy low-tide wave
over a beached whale
over shells
over dead jellyfish
cigarette buts
broken hearts
and discarded underwear

i pick one up
hold it to the light
an amateur x-ray
will you do me this one favor?
just one
my word