dazzling seed
of water and flesh
here are your toes!
hear your wail!

a shock in lopsided time

take your father's paltry
proud, untidy praise,
whisper it to your own reflection
off the river of the universe

yarn an incandescent voyage
beyond the gaudy shores of
humanities crooked beaches

between your ears sloshes
a makeshift promise of meaty
hope

fill your pockets with courage,
climb stupendous trees of ambition
and grin for luck

fill your mouth with laughter,
spit it on pointless hate
and pack a secret love for everyone

fill your skull with warlike wit,
pour it on the ******, the bitter
and stuff your soul with wildflowers

eat these words with
your heart

my hope,
my inspiration,
my child.

spurious tremble of sound
drab smoke, fat smog
just loitering, lingering

where's the golden egg yolk running
down your stubbled chin?
the blue eyed engine of wit?
the brown skinned hurricane of breath?

i want the thundering honey of
your raining words
sparks unwritten
now written

not this slop, these ***** mops
impartial waxen masks feigning dance -
measly, cowardly, snow-less winter of
self-indulged blather

give me the ceaseless maniacal
thrill of your shrill song -
the moaning joy, deranged ****** of dreams
hissing off the wings of dragon flies
darting around a lake of fire and hunger

soak me with the thirsty meaning of
presence, hook me on the soggy saturated
labored meaning of your waves

melt me on the nebulous butter
of your words that orbit and loom
like Jupiter's jagged distant song

i'll wait
for you

lonely willows shivering in
the holy ether of wind
baubles hang and chime like
honey filling ear
drums

a convulsion of dreams
atonement for the muzzled
fornicator of reality

where men hacksaw
their legends from the
fabric of truth
purger themselves from
pulpits of egocentric
alters

carnivores of praise and
self-adulation

i want the humble salt
of hope, the naked and nervous
courage of overt happiness
and its ambition

i need fertile gardens
growing the seeds of humanities
gentler hearts, loftier ideals

not these amoral molten mouths
spewing ashes for symbols,
selling peepshows to win loyal
martyrs to empty causes,
bleaker ends

dreams are for the willows
i'll shiver no more
chiming only of my vision
suckling the honey of my own
bees

now...
how to walk like thunder?
talk like light?
live like the rivers,
who've drank all the rain?

the hungry moon possesses a mysterious silver blowtorch
we burn in the neon deliverance of
reflected light

a baffling massacre of comprehension
this universe
that moon

a barbaric balloon billowing, bobbling
suspended, aching above city skylights
an orb filled with the cinders of everyone's
feverish dreams

this night has eaten our sun
in a sauce of stars and churning  
cosmic milk

narcotic planetary stallions
galloping across the black vast
marbled table
of space

my bed a casket, my head an airpot
of dangerous fradulent circuitry and
rusted ginger

human life, the humanity
of unborn babies
all our lives in this early
state

moral difference

die naturally,
proactively ending
sanctioning destruction
to save life, dangerous
territory

moral distinction

aborting for direct benefit
aborting for vague and indirect
purpose

saving lives
the cost of destroying
noble ends do not justify
any means

great promise
great peril
great care

I pray
we wait for the
Amen

her calm, soothing voice.
my indignant response.

after-dinner drink
B&B;, Benedictine
martinis before
beers with
a habitual personality.

I was running
my system of the poisons.
bourbon by myself
becoming my god

how to reflect better his will...
the nature of temptation
the love of earthly pleasures
the love of god
summon the will

freshness
faded
temptation
drink
intense
my body
craved

I ran harder
longer, my body
screaming

momentum on my side
my convictions took shape
the strength of love, the
power of faith, and the
truth

I am the first son
"...you've arrived,"
he said with a smile
"I can throw it to you..."

our way of life,
under attack
I described the brutality
you are with me
I would have to do more
rise to meet it
before dawn
full speed all day

Sleep did not come easily.
the grief, the heroism
raced toward the flames
a figure silhouetted
breathing heavily

it was one of ours