silver hair
falls into view
the morning dew
and air pulled tight
for my composition

she has made a fool of me, and now
it's time
for us
to fly
around
the moon

well yeah,
i guess you could make anything sad
if you fought hard enough.

funny,
some people seem to fight pretty hard.

...

not me.

i figure, i'm alive to do things that make me happy, eh?
seems obvious enough.

but some people, man...
especially nowadays
some people love their sadness.

it never bothered me, you know
to each his own and everything,
except the ones who are really choosing it.

you know what i mean?
it's a reflex we all have:
you see somebody making a big deal over some petty ****,
you squash 'em.
you tell 'em, "stop whining buddy."

"aye, better luck next time."

"don't be a sore loser."

and that's half the world's problem, i swear it
is sore losers!
that right there is gonna get you in a lot of trouble...
and it's just downright wasteful!

i mean,
i just hate to see a good meatsack go spoiled.

Sometimes mornings rise up natural,
Times I wake up in their light
Flowers blossom with each action,
Set aside my love each night

Loving leads to satisfaction
Governance and all its might
I hope the spring alights you
Flowers
I hope our love is worth
Something

I'll let you know
If it ever happens
If I ever get over that big old hill

You'll see it in my eyes.

But right now
They're flitting about
Looking for
Or running from
The time

the night's pale cheek
gilded with blonde hairlets,
shudders at something inside me.

i am like a forgettable painting
absent from Southern footsteps--

whatever silver dream spun
by that far-flung veil of flesh
and paint
since our singular rendesvous!

but i sleep in the husk of a memory.

so long ago,
you figure it matters way less than the last one
you just write
using a language made from sketches of her cells
having glanced at a handful of the ones
on her left hand

it's all just extrusions since the crash.

so every drop of blood you've nursed from that wound has made perfect, mind-breaking sense.
a greatest validation that indeed, it is red
yes indeed, we're all nested across some binding paradox
but there are good books and there are Rorschach tests--
i guess this poem is somewhere in between.

i guess the air is like a hummingbird
and she can taste the exotic nectar inside me.
can she bear the tension held
in my effortless decay?

Take time to laugh at
All these late night philosophers
Float your thoughts
Upon an endless ocean

Take time to notice
When it walks right past you
What's your answer
For an endless ocean?

Tell my God
To arch her back
We will cross
Every gap

Found my answer
For an afternoon
Sadie hates it
When you kiss the moon

i am aware of the psychobabble

he doesn't want to know
his clothes are rags
or they deserve to be
when he doesn't care about the five dollars to buy the tool to fix his car
i did
but also,
did not
in so many ways i bought alcohol instead
decades later
he is vomiting, retching down the road
they don't feel bad
but they are disgusted
because they know
he chose this for himself

we string our pasts along behind us
like his decrepit old toy train on a rope
to others
they are jokes

they just care about the brawn
they want a fine and well-spoken soldier
well i've got one thing down

Oh where did you go,
My love
When you passed right through my fingers?

And did it hurt
When you fell from heaven?

...

My fifteen minutes of fame was cut in half
But I'm lucky it wasn't my brain,
Just hanging on by a silver hair.

I'll fall apart to the way you stained the sunshine,
With little token glimpses into whirling planets
With alien inhabitants

I'll keep it together with the way you fold in artisanry,
Or that eagle you put in my sky,
Or the kegels you do
To keep me satisfied.

And I'll fall apart to the way you say my name--
To the way
To the way we forgot this ever even happened.

When teeth sink in it feels the same, only red
Red that matters, iron fountain

Then teeth fall out and the eyes know the end
Black and shallow color, it doesn't matter
When the brain can't keep it in

I feel so sublime when my body twitches along
To your radiant music

Then a flash of rouge leaves me stranded in time
Til I find toxins to bind to again
And wash back into the river

clang, clang
clang clang
clang clang clang
clang clang clang

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Today, caressed the face of God
The air displaced
As she walked by
Eruption like
A bolt of lightning

I left my mind, a little string
Of energy--
Spun out from my crown
Like a long, microscopic strand
Of spaghetti

And leaped through the air,
Molecule to molecule:
Nitrogen, oxygen
Nitrogen, nitrogen
!! Argon! Nitrogen, oxygen...
And passed another noodle,
just like me.

And we went into each other's bodies

And yes, we did
Exchange
A look

Agatha, agatha
Mitchin magarkle.

Gorpaloff horpinsall
Titchy and tardle.

Weys hume lot bardin rodd
You ****** it up,
Now suffer the consequences.

A brother told his brother
He was nothing

They were gods.

It was an act
It was the first offense

The elder brother banished him
And said, brother
If I am nothing
What does that make you?
And shut him away

His definition was sealed
His value nullified,
A crass and heinous thing to do for sure.

Now the two brothers
They talk to each other
In my body
A something
In between.

A spider's legs are like eight lies that spread in their several directions.

They are good excuses for the spider.

Crawl into my ear
Stick your fangs into my brain
And let your infection set in me

I don't want to tell you the truth
I want to be robust
The best thing to do to show you the truth
In motion? Injure trust.

I wonder what will make me sing again
Lift up my skeleton and make it ring again

Sometimes I see you holding up a sign
With black smudges in a language and a world I won't recognize, and I

I wonder what will make you sing again
Or maybe you were singing and I didn't hear you
Or maybe you were just on your way to headline your first show

Or maybe you just got drunk too much, I don't know

Then I look back to myself and float down the Automobile River
I'm looking at the highway but really I'm looking in myself
And it's empty.

Empty and scarred from the clawing

But what am I looking for? That's why it's empty.

I put my hand to the fleshy wall in this dark, wet, uncomfortable place
It is full of blood, and scars, and right now (beat)
It is more (beat-beat)
Than the sum of its parts (beat)

ana's been fantastic
her cherry red lipstick
underlining sapphires
that shimmer in the sunlight

i've been to ohio
i've been to the rodeo
i'll be wearing green
and white.
ana's been fantastic

no one really asked if
ana was elastic
i guess i almost broke her heart,
but ana's been fantastic.

She likes grey and desiccated veins
Lights up to say the most rosy and positive things
But she loves to decay
Dash it to bits

It's the deepest catharsis
To set it all on fire
Let it be underground, some soggy future Tuesday
Unheard but vaguely felt in the crudeness that keeps crumbling on,
And now it's too late
To learn French

I miss you sometimes
Like the smallest slice of the moon
That almost missed my eye

What do I do with this light
That just ends me like this

Why'd I pick up this piece of pyrite
Tonight?

Because those times can't be wasted,
They had to mean something
To me.
But then the shard sinks into the sea

They never meant anything.

I'm just being stupid again.

i remember how it felt to be young,
it wasn't like this.

adult life is feeling the twisted metal in reality's flesh
and not wincing, child
for once you've learned
that there is nothing
you can do about it

you see the broken side of man,
no one in particular
but you know the most admirable thing about it
is he wouldn't let them have him for a dollar
at the cost
of being completely disposable

still, it sits in you well
to spur them all on with every earnest beat of your heart
doing little kindnesses all the same

but science weighs heavy on your skeleton
with eyes maintaining meekness
in its waning stead...
science seems to steal from you what you had as a child
a blissful ignorance
and happy curiosity

science rapes your innocence
and leaves you an empty vacuum
hungry for things of science

you've gotten used to the ways of the world
and raised a callous to it
rare is the genuine prideful flag
but fly it
if you can
more than something to be known
oh, you knew it once...
again!

look for the normal,
see the world cracked open?
i found a new normal--
over your house
in the sands of your time
in the mellow of your mood
in the warmth of your body

normal can be odd, like us
no mastered world would then confront me
and tell me differently
though i suppose with authority
it could sure correct me.

we live in close-knit communities
but love to travel far away
bringing back the spoils of experience
offering ourselves to the lord

and normal can be even, like them
like i said, tell me differently
bring me to my knees
and show me the error of my ways.

Those legs
Pushing aside hills
And carving themselves out...

Carrying along that
Glowing core....

If Valhalla drops
Care packages
I know that they're blonde

For those of us
In need of
A little guidance...

Then brilliant swirls erupt from your mind.

Calligraphy-- your wand is your spine

&

I belong to history, but once She was mine

This morning. We kissed for the very first time

want to praise you
don't just want to complain

i think it's vile,
the way i've twisted and snaked
this priceless vine
through Life
i think it's priceless
the vine
bound looser than that--
watch me reach
watch defiance
now,
drink my failure

it blossoms still with my continuance
ofcourse/offcourse
allowing novel mutations
still solidifying my nature, still
distilling my love's
hot flame.

It hurts
Reading
The poems
Of a mentally ill man

I weence.

Detached, perfunctory
Put your mind to it
Whatever my affect is
It is in poor health

How does this occur
What is going on
I am only here
Is death a deletion

Receded and receding
Come out of your shell
Learn a little Spanish
Or you'll start to smell

Lived and not living
Given but not giving
Pull yourself up by your boots
Roots and flutes and glutes and fruits

What gives and what keeps giving
What do we keep doing with it
And what keeps living?

What if I got stranded forever on an island,
And your discography washed up,
And all I could feel was your music?

What would I know about you then?

All my life is target
Practice, a bunch of arrows
Make me quiver.

Diana loves her
****** sport. Her visage makes
A good man shiver.

All my life is target
Practice, down by
That muddy river.

And Cupid's off his
******* rocker. Someone, please
Deliver.

blackfoot busker: i love the sun
it comes in slanted. woulda missed ya--
but glanced at you while passing Earth.

i'm glad he did. what keeps me going
a daisy chain reaction fusing

us. what floats around your mind, my brother
inside your eyes' sarcastic smile?

were you just looking at the devil?
i fondled my sardonic heart.

so while you're here, you may as well...?
but keep your ocean swell a secret--
like children we have never seen
except their screaming wounds that face
the world.

but keep your ocean swell a secret--
like cradle snatchers, velvet clad
that move through love
to slop up sugared guts.

keep it a secret--
like the wilderness, or skylines
like mud, or brown gulf water.

like happiness, or harvest moons
or anyone you've ever met.

see me,
are you surprised
you little blue boy
screaming with black eyes?

woke up wanting ecstasy,
let's not.

let's first get to the party
let's grow our mind green
and learn once again
to feel
a beat.

woke up wanting ecstasy,
brought your laptop to the lobby
looked for jobs
(and not just hobbies)
looked for love
and not just drugs.

Bubbles approach
Let's hear what they have to say

There are things I wanted to be
An incomplete identity
A current that was dashed and spun,
Now looking for another one!

Watch the river twist and writhe
You'll find me in the rapids
But before you find me there
I must be peaceful, like the Delaware

An instrumentalist for sure
A writer, but a reader first
A learner, oh a student of
The drunk vicissitudes of love
A scientist and avid man
Adventurer with sturdy plans
I want to hold these eyes again
With certainty
With piercing gaze

A donor, for the sake of form
A human body feels so warm

these puzzling coincidences
are really just the angles at which **** hits you,
things you feel really strongly about

confirmation bias is a *****
you are not the ******* antichrist

Please know that wasn't ab

shark, boi.

reward your beast--
but love him dear.
keep your bullwhip
always near.

for at a feast
or in the field
a beast is eyeing up his meal

and yes right now!
to your chagrin...
your love has met the beast within.

there's a leg
ooh! there's an arm
and what could that be?
love, dis-armed.

The fact that you exist,
Like a red and virile fist
Pulsing life into spaces I can't reach
Your name etched on your wrist.

The way in which you breathe
If I could wear that on my sleeve,
I would
Forgive my sin, Marie
All my best poems are about you.

There's things that we are missing here
Things that we forgot,
But it's the little golden hairs
That were definitely there.

And it's the way in which we knew
Just what we were going through
And just what we were not.

But they're there when I crest and I rise up
With your smile
Crash like a wave but I miss you by miles.
The little golden hairs are reflected by the sun
And I'll die with the husk of your memory
Chewed by time
Inside my quiet cortical
Tomb

I hide
My lack of serotonin
I feel good as I did
As when I was young

I am ever so sprite
And alive
I feel vital
It's a sign of the times
Being human,
So worth it.

i wish i could shatter your crooked little heart again.

you paint a pure, innocent caricature of yourself
i was letting my cruelty and neglect sting my brain
when your letter arrived at work.

you cleaved away my job with your lies.

i stopped the stinging short.
your carefully constructed poison darts were successful,
you cheered when they found their target.

corrupt daggers of hypodermic hate
with little red flags of feigned victory, and you know it's true

were they harbingers of justice
there'd be a different chemistry,
but i don't have those chemicals
in my body.

how pathetic did you have to be,
that you stooped even lower
than me?

wish i could pull the pulsing red from your chest--
i'd look you in the eyes
and stomp your heart to death

and we'd both know what transpired
and we both would understand
because i know you don't believe your lies;
you set your goal to break my life.

she loves a man with cactus skin
inside her heart, the world begins
it's curled up there
kept safe and warm
and in her eye
a twirling storm

performing for an audience
he shrinks to see his inner self
and up on someone's pedestal
retracts his spines for smoother skin

an evil eye reflects the light
of hotel room, some other night
where everything collides just right
but not here,
where this bead
meets a page

What is illegal is damaging someone's career the way you did
Sending lies to my place of work
Which resulted in my termination.

It was a good job,
And you took it from me

You got really creative in that letter.

No, this is not harassment.
It is right that I speak out to what you have done,
And this is totally legal,
Hate it or love it.

You silly girl,
You can't win with lies.

You disgust me.

You have slandered my name
Spread so many lies about me
You are so foolish
It doesn't matter how upset you are
You can't just fabricate
Your plan is futile
You have shown yourself to be a desperate, spurned liar.

You have nothing.
You can't damage me anymore.

Give up your crazy little war.
Stop making **** up.

Maybe you won't let go because you don't want to be exposed as a liar
Kick and scream, you redfaced baby

It's really hard to convince people of something that never happened.