It's raining outside
There's no one about
Just droopy eyes
and forever shade
Pushing deep breaths
Into a wet shiver
That wash clean
The salty drops
Of  a morning empty
Except the shiny dew
Of when I met you.

Please come
Let me press my prints through your hair
A silky moving picture of auburn oceans
Whose flowing waves roll into my hands
And out again like the tides of your love
Here with me in a moving moment of wonder
Captured in the lenses of my being

In a wisp
In a way
we come together

we stray

An ethereal run
is our bond,
fortune's fun
is our song

Yet in words
and in strokes
fill paragraphed
hopes

Ends of the days
harrowing ways
Keep drawing us in
together, not fitting in

We set forth
in service of love
aloft
in the mud

Never together
Never apart.

There is no art.
Only the scribblings of madness
Bled onto a paper or canvas
Dying to run out
To cure in the heat
Of our own light
Where it birthed
And died
In the same breath
Of each stroke
In each every hue
The story of us
leaks into the air
Onto a medium
That is set before us
on long sodden sheets
Originally white and pure
We then set apart
To begin
There is no art
Only Sin.

Snooze
Lumbered drink
Roused, yet tired think
Drive
Our Rutted drone
Piloted, by hand alone
Sit
Fluorescent stain
Clicked, nothing gained
Rest
No auger true
Spun, no drilling through
Snooze

You do not have to be good
If you hear the whispers
Faint in the hallways
of your own heart
You have already heard
that there is no good
Only that which your
lips ache for
In pangs bowels deep
Where flesh raises at
the thought of ends
where poorest judgement
Lies awake with torment
It is the very breath of our disaster.

Cocked
We point our bold fingers into shelves of our dangers and horridly
plow Through the triggers of now where we only can serve the the
greater number with nerve in old style blue steel in which nothing
can heal            only
take it                back
now I think they
are ready to
know that
the greater
the number
the quicker
the slumber

Today is the day that I start again
A rolling field of daisy and clover
Roll anew, unfurling the old yarns
Off my sore tired, freckl-ey arms
Into the ****, cold awakenings
Goose-pimpled, downy spread wings
Across the sheer of matted pillows
Our poetry once soft, now bellows
Till we glean on the asunder cries
Sliding forth into harmonious sighs
Finally alone, in gloried soft glows
Our worst matter openly shows
Thus Forgiven and forgotten now
****** forward again we avow
To keep our songs open and whole
For moments never wasted, but stole

Don't eat the ****
oH, HERE it comes
the magenta blow
of all you know
self-righteous *****
must scratch that itch
to tell us what's so
and how it must go
all that I said
in words that were wed
upon brows of hot sweat
ain't seen nothin' yet

When did we call become so

Infuriated by the rain
and the sunshine

Impatient to run
and wait in line

Insecure of space
and empty time

In days where the end
was made by the farmer's hand
pinching the flame out

There were only rows
the sun and rain made
over a season grow

The lash
It cuts
With each blink of your eye
The swat
Dismissed?
A welt in your thigh
The pull
Your hair
Drawing us back in
The whip
Caressed
Beach blanket skin
Come back
For each word
We never have to say
Just mind
It matters
The reasons we stay

The ridges of flesh
under your voice's blade rise
To penetrate consciousness,
to feel so alive
Yet the blood of our vows,
The meat of our methods
Consecrates our bonds
It is the lines that I love
Not the smooth tenderness
of your holy innocent
The calloused notches of your
vanity caught between thus
Where the real blade lies to us all
The wet release of our sins
Across skin, across skin
Until, again,
and again
You give in

To the rise of our breath
and the fall of our cuts
In the middle of days
Murderous justice
the collusion of cells
cold calculated severance
in karmic conscious rebellion
Is where we will collide

Quiet inward wail
We inexoribly rail
Against the russet
Stench of ourselves
The waving dismissal
Of reality kills

But here is our flesh
Here is our blood
pressed against glass
Pressing on the gas
Hoping to go fast
Always hoping

The stars shine
Do you see them?
Those tiny moments
In the skies
When We stop
and When we lie

We can stop
The horrid chase
The banal case
Just shine on
In your own skin
Through your own din

Scars and wrinkles
Pecks and prods
Nebulae and nova
Smear color
Into the voids
Of our days

Show me yours
The Energy
Behind your ideas
Your love of what is
With that sprightly mind
Boost our hopes
Of importance
In something that isn't
Create it within
Your cells
Show me yours
How we can be
More
Than what is without
The mark of your
Enthusiasms

Set Aloft in fabled scale
Our heroes fought and they wailed
Ascoff at the heretic way
Against which he'd kneel and pray
In Sordid aerial ritual fashion
Deposed with an aural passion
That helm against Helen goes
While little fingers and toes depose
Those who fight to stay aloft
crushing those with figures soft
Continued on in settled aims
Some will settle with only fame
For at the end, blood becomes dust
The floating hollowness of what is must.

the fat **** there lay
On the wall
splayed between thighs open
Without expression
Except as art
The beauty of figure
Nature's whorish expression
comes to life in this ****
In pencil, or is it pen?
Shocked ***** nether
pressed into 80 pound bond
Look, look away
Move on, but look back
watch her lips purse
irises flicker and throats clear
Fountains of youth
never produced such blush
In the markings of young women
where bared ***** roam
in Quieted approvals
And not this shaft of derision
Where ******* have put down
and no one blinks an eye
So raised are now the *****
and let's see where the room turns.

I just now need to close my eyes
As I drown within a swarm of flies
Never quite landing but always near
a Loud incessant buzzing I hear
If I could pick even one out
and Quash it down, I've no doubt
Another buzz would take its place
In a horrid kind of futile race
Where I'd hurry now, rush about
Out run, out move this massive cloud
Instead, just sit now and close my eyes
Feel the breeze of wings go by
Like angels formed in rotted pulp
Not here to harass or even help
Whirring about here and fro
Just a moment in our nature's show

Garbled sounds in buried tones
Please me in there harried tips
Paid in hustled barriement
Til the day spills on out
Send me there with wishes
Haunted by millennial ghosts
Paved by the bones and harps
Slung into my ears to wave
Pull me here today
Into the now we rage forth
With touches of knowing
And glances of hopeful verberation
Care me to ope’d mouth
In breathy I love yous

You do not have to be good.
The spaces in your lines are there
like the gaps in notes
Rests of benevolent space
Vibrations mended by air
Blown by the wind
Until it lands upon your lips
Parted so perfectly
the strings of relevance
breathed out and in
Across my ears
Into my center.

It's really a ruse
Not to confuse
The body with
the Mind.
In cold, disparate spaces
In careless, drab faces
Pushing us
to lose that behind
But really it's knocking
what's under that stocking
hat that you wear
all the time
You know who you're fooling
When this drive starts cooling
You can't push this body
without changing your mind.

I don't ever see
the reasoning
behind your knee
or the beat you'll be
in reckoning
when you come to me

But bent in holy
parsoning
S wept in time
Along the trees
reasoning
but not in mind

Keep me here
Begging
Beckoning to be
in houses of the holy
longing
to be free

On my belly
I conspire
To Live
A life of crime

Glory above
There is no
Such thing as
No Values

All fortunes
and deeds
become dusty
clouds

On the horizon
There is only
A legacy
of old jokes

Passed down
through births
and marriages
across towns

Held up
by gunpoints
and finger
points

Pinned down
by church
potlucks
and Casseroles

Propped up
by war stories
and movies
About heroes

Brought down
by their own
Glories
In the dust

They are there
Under the stoop
With a brown paper bag
The familiar buzz
A mother's gift
Grandfather's watch
With a familiar tock
Rocking on high
With familiar cries
Smiling now in spite
of what's wrong
Or what's right.

I can see the wheel turning
The consciousness
Churning
There is nothing else here
No choice but what is
Down deep in his
Soul
Buried deep in his brain
Tis but a grain
Called the truth
Of our being

Sign here, please
To be on your knees
Scraped by my tongue
Tied to your lower rung
It's just time to let go
Go with this flow
Don't decide how to please
I will set you with ease
Because you can't even move
Without me to approve
Or rather set you in motion
In your sallow little emotion
A cut just to feel
At the **** of my heel
We will come together
And make our own weather

The dull sparks of gradual attrition
Burn across the wheel and blade
In ever shaping blunt ambition
We stand back from the 'ol parade

Behind marching bands, trumpeteers
Sorcerers and demon trainers walk
Firetrucks, flags and summer beer
The passing crowds, stand and balk

The train goes off into a new track
Where do we go from here?

I see them play there
A wild open affair
Through chain links
pressed to my cheeks
They climb and they shout
and Slide and they pout
Fell into the sand
Again pulled up by hand
And back down again
like clumsy young men
Over and over they go
Like an enchanted show
I watch through the grate
And weep at their fate
They cry and they crash
In a bundle they mash
Ecstatic each minute
I wish I was in it.

Just to be
Beneath a sea
Of ice and whiskey

Atop a bar
Somewhere far
Madagascar

Or, Miami Beach
Within arm reach
Or to beseech

My new friend
To go round the bend
To find the token

See the sight
Spend the night.
Get in a fight

All on a plane
Hills in the rain
The palm of some Jane

F'ever roam
Never home
Only a Stone

A black mark
Forever Dark
On my life's chart.

we lay there on cotton
betwixt each limb of thread
woven covers of soft
Fibrous fingers touched
the light skin mellow
in window-diffused light
where spun yarns and yard
pull us down into the flats
along valley floors of arms
and legs crossed in hope
of feeling the lightness
bound by the pressure
of your breath on my cheek
Luxurious soft air
brushed by soft shuttle
atop my body and soul

Laced betwixt each knuckle
Of hardened, crafted hand
Villainy laid buckled
Etched in ink and sand

Hostile thoughts, now yearning
Against each ***** so new
Till each hand left burning
Everything left was you.

A constant buzz
Lies, just because
There isn't a truth
In being uncouth
It is just how I am
A feeling of ******
Even if I did
Still just a kid
In the gooey middle
Of every day's riddle
To stand up and be
Or finally flee

You do not have to be good
Be gratefully abhorent
A jubilant banjo of colors
Bleeding together into song
With crackled verse sung
Proud melodies whipped
Choruses bent forward
Into screaming chasms of hope
Until the voice is its own
Kind of weeping reality
Where the energies lie within
The centers of us all

No little script
That I have wrought
Could be so perfect
So tightly fraught
With such tones
and Temperament
With your bones
And subtle inference
Yet there you hum
Whilst I write
To catch a crumb
Of your in-finite
Sing a hallow
Gold, cold refrain
So I may swallow
And remain in-sane
For the aria, my dear
Splays my soul
And such, I fear
Might that, be all

Nisi Dominus Frustra
Scant legible tantra
Muscled marbled muse
Adorned, confused
Standing in Massivity
Before us, behind us.

The Front
A muddy black line
of demarcation
In the filled
treads of boots
Trudged through
the rain of your
tempers and
lost intentions
Now stuck between
making a peace
and fighting on
a losing battle
where holding
our arms
is the only
yet wrong
place to go
Nowhere to win
Nothing left to lose

You do not have to be good.
All of your poems about hurt
Your lines of love and loss
Need to flow out of your core
Trapped they fester like maggots
Feeding on the root of your mind
Press it out and quickly
Into lines of code
Brush strokes of sanitation
Let it flow from you like sewage
Flushed from your center
Then realize that this waste
Wanes your foolishness
Cloaked in your innocence
Not less, but more knowing
A mine of parsimony
That needs to be cleared
So that the true depths of love blossom.

I could feel the seams on the insides of my pockets.
Each stitch along the bottom of my hopes and then
The sturdy little gap and hole at the bottom corner
Where I continually tell myself not to wander there
But the flaky tip of my index finger roams between
The broken ends of the seams and down into the hole.
A worm breaking from the soil during a rainstorm
Feeling the cold concrete of my legs as they bounce
Up hard and again into the coarse winds against
The warm pad of my tip further breaking loose
Yet holding in the change I was so ready to part

Let's get on our knees
Put our hands together
Press our faces into the sunlight
Feel the cool air in nostrils flared
Let our mind wander with the wind
Into our loves and yearnings
Until they become part of the morning
A wave in the tidal pool of living
Until we rise parched
Lips dried from our breath
And we have found ourselves
In the sway of our elms
In the dancing songs of our robins
And in the crunching snow.

In sweeter hushed tones
across your own lovelied zones
We walked along in Fields
Where tall lavender shields
Our toes from the sun
Into soft dirt that we've spun
Where you lifted your skirt
As we crossed this fair earth
Into a meadow of grass
Where one word would sound crass
Against the buzz of your bees
The shuffling of our knees
Through this spring thicket
We tread on further in it
Unto your laughter we fall
Into a deer-bedded wall
Where the sun catches so
Forever here I will go.

Let there be just the air
The drift of suns and moons
Across arms and backs
Through lips and lungs
Down into souls opened
Within windy spaces carved
Caverns of certain depths
Shelves of vague sets
Assembling nothingness
Along lines of long eras
Only leading to the end.

I sat in my morning chair
The newspaper in my hands
As my fingers creased the print
I saw no words or story
But instead wondered
What will become of us?

When you are engaged
In a practice of whole,
Concentrated madness
Where nothing else
Is with you. Now.
This is real life.

Otherwise,
Shut it off
Impulses fire
In lies and ire
Only to Keep
You Home.

There are no such thing as rules
Only consequences, fools
To which will you obey?
For life here is Okay
Each is a line in the sands
Within our own lands

There is no curfew
Or end to what is you
Just a floral curtain
that waves as you peek
Into what you crave
The cursed outer wish
A sedimentary dish
Layered in part
by the path to your heart

So how do we go?
Past the pain
I don't know
We only subside
In the dramas we hide
Under a line in the sand
Buried deep by our hand
We've buried a goose
That's become our own noose
and Now that we know
The deeper we go
Until we decide
No longer can we hide
Can we unleash our soul?
Let everything go?

There is no one to be
There is nothing to see
Just the thing that it is
the joy that we miss
But only you see
If we can let it be
And not let it care
The scorn and the stares
of those still caught
For those lives are still fraught
With the lines in the sand
The invisible hand
Where we spend our whole lives
sharpening knives
Lost to the drum
Of lives never won.

I think I've reached that point
Where giving up and going on
Are both the same dead end to me
Are both the same old song

I think I've reached that point
Where every wish has come true
And tired disguised oblivion
Is everything I do

Please stop loving me
Please stop loving me
I am none of these things

I am none of these things
None of these things

I think I've reached that point
Where all the things you have to say
And hopes for something more from me
Are just games to pass the time away

Please stop loving me
Please stop loving me
I am none of these things

I am none of these things
I am none of these things

I think I've reached that point
Where every word that you write
Of every blood dark sea
And every soul black night
And every dream you dream me in
And every perfect free from sin
And burning eyes
And hearts on fire
Are just the same old song

Please stop loving me
Please stop loving me
I am none of these things

Come
Show me your scars
Let me kiss them
with knowing
then add to them my own
For breathless screaming
Is the kindness in your heart
The release of your soul
The payment of your being

Where the whip **** alone
Into the whitened pillow
That is buried the center
Of your pleasure, and pain
Now markers of the honor
We pay to this reality
The golden broken core
of your hidden apple's
seeds now splayed.

Every atom here
is connected to yours
there.

If we'd only listen
Not with ears
Or see with eyes

Not with brains
or Skin
Only within

You are not there
and I not here
We are one

In a blazing sun
Of colliding
and confiding

It's your being
and mine
Intertwined

In a loop flung far
Golden whisps or air
slide in the nothingness
A day-dreamers stare
The end of a tale
A start to our death
The moment we're born
Our first gasps of breath
It's a slide along gravel
Each stone has its pluck
A bed that's well traveled
Yet impossibly stuck

This air's all I know
These shoes on my feet
In two moments their gone
Two moments too sweet
Let us now clasp palms
And together steal along
In blustery loops
Until we are gone.

A hard, stifled breath stumbled in
Like those cool summer mornings at the lake
When we'd cannonball into the water
The impact too shocking to the system
To let out a cry or even a whimper
But just to breathe was heaven
So alive in the gold of the sunrise
Cheered on by whistling birds and crickets

Yet now we stand here still as a ghost
Between linoleum and florescence
The impact too shocking to the system
To let out a cry or even a whimper
To hear aloud what we've always known
The cold water of our own lakes
Rippled by toes and flailing arms
In careening leaps from our own dock

Did we ever really choose to fly
Into the green mountain waters there?
We were together then, in a blanket of youth
Within the loosely written
loves of our days and imaginations
Pressing the simple edges of lakes and peaks
With ragged hair and ***** fingernails
We moved on, and on together we went

But now, in scorned breath we go.
Covered in our solitude and dark clouds
Too sheltered and alone
To let out a cry or even a whimper
Our aspirations silenced by just one
Too many falls into places unknown
Not feeling, not seeing
How we were really living.

What did you say?
Come here you, pray
I tell you the truth
With deniable proof
That you are just fine
Because you are all mine
Those bites that you feel
Are all that is real
Let me tell you
There are but a few
Rules in the end
The kind that I send
At the end of a rod
There is only God
I know you will see
What it is to be me
With unlimited love
And hands from above
Just do what I say
And together we'll pray.

For days we liased
Along lines and trains
Til we came upon a town
Wet with rice paddies
Steeped in Uji

This area is famous
He said
For centuries we make tea.
I nodded and drank.

To the sea
We marched slowly
Along busy roads
Crashing waves
to a small family shack

This area is famous
He said
Teriyaki and Eel
Eating a delicacy of spine

Into the mountains
Fuji welcomed us
To orchards
And High spirits
In the snowy dome

This area is famous
He said
The fruit basket
Drown in sweet wine

So we fly
To electric billboards
and modern architecture
The pride of industry
In hazy skyline

Hiroshima is very famous
He Said
Really, Why is Hiroshima famous?
For Atomic Bomb!

Those minuscule moments of clarity and purpose
Fill my days with longing
To die knowing I can’t live there