There was never a doubt because she let me know
In every unspoken. Term. Every nuanced  flutter.

Deep ****** free fall that I craved and flew across the city
The cities my love
At the end of the week breaking the limit. Navigating the
Madness. Every stoplight was my sworn enemy. Every
Hindrance was anxiety past bearing.

The countdown.
By miles
By minutes.
By block


By street. My fix was ever near . With shaking hands

I climbed the stairs two for one.  
I could see every loving sweep and curve of her neck.
The tilt of her head. The space between her brow. Now.

Just a hearbeat or two.
Just ring the bell. Wait anticipate.
Sharpen the pain.
Hieghten  the pleasure .Oh my love if you only knew.
Though I. Have professed my love in every way and still.
My words just can't say what my heart knows.

Anything that can be done I have done
And will continue to do .You see. I Listen keenly for the every request of
Your heart.


Your body.

Your body language is well spoken
and I listen keenly.
Required to anticipate .
Your hands my love
Your arms my love.


Your sway my love
The pulsing of your heart.

Sends me to
The smooth expanse of you as you recline all over my mind.

Now the moment of truth sharpens my senses as you
Part your lips to speak a melody.
Symphony.
UN
Bearable.

This is my purgatory my love.Sure as night finds day
You will go away and I cannot stay. We were never meant to be.
Poison is what you are to me
With no malice or intent.
Cry and then repent this stolen love.
Never to be
Not to be
Can never be.
So drown me in your love my sweet
Make my useless life complete
And give me all of you now and forever
Stay in my soul.
That is what I. Need to last a lifetime without you.

The little brown diary lay on
Doan's chest its final restingplace.
Operation Indiana. Quong Nai province.

NVA guerrila. ****** smoke and sticky fire.
VC local yokals
Dipping pungi sticks for effect.

Hochi minh trickle trail.tunnel citties
Criscrossing our lines. Bouncing betty saying high
To your pecker.

The pictures in his dairy makes him. Human


Against my will. Hard I just killed their father.
Two grown women now with an open question
Relentless and tough. Cunning and rugged.
The diary looks back at me the blood
Splatter gives it a face that weeps
And sneers
the answer lies
Back there.
Close the circle

one plus one is two.
Right?.                  Grass is green and sky is blue. Right?

You have to be up before you come down. Right ?
If I love you you have to love me too. Right?  Right?.               Smoking causes cancer
                                                                ­                            Liquor cooks your liver.
                                                          ­                                  Stress Bums your ticker.

The world owes me for this that and the other.
If I have a cute face then You should let me La da da da.
Get real. No ticky, no washy.

Mommy kept you under wraps way past 21
Taped rose colored wrap-arounds real  tight to your head.
Fed you spending account till it all turned red. Reality bites.
No Ticky No washy.


                             You had a nice ride all shinny and pimped.
                              Daddy said "son you have to learn to only
                            Claim what you earned" and now your ego has a limp.
And your cool got burned. Guess what Drama king.
No ticky no washy.

Pulled up  to the Car wash to clean up  your  beater.
A little wax on wax of to be a bit neater.
pulled loose change from the tray just below the heater.
You came up one fifty short and cant pay the
Senorita.
Guess what  Steve Jobs.

N.T.N.W.

Ted Williamse's  head sits frozen
In a cryo chamber in Arizona to be
Thawed and reanimated at a later date.

The splendid splinter.          Set in eternal winter
After all said and done.       Thumper.

                                    THE  INTERVIEW

The­odore, was that a curve or slider ?.

"Can't say for sure sport. I picked up the seams  but it busted in
high and tight

Ted, what exactly was the plan ?

"Couldn't say for sure ace
I'm all in. they froze my head to a
cat food tin"

Ted When do you plan on coming back

"Well, I have no real timetable as such, you
know science moves forward in starts and lurches.
Reanimation and a cure would go real swell.
You know."

Well we all here are praying hard for a cure
You hang on in there. A century or so and your good as new.
By the way Ted ,who signed the papers?
" Couldn't rightly say chum but this meat locker
is sure for the birds"

All right buddy. Thaw
you later.

Well, keep your chin up Teddy and your powder dry
Just think good thoughts and the time will fly.
What's a hundred years to

The Devil's Den in July 1863
Gettysburg Pennsylvania

We. Charged the the gully
and the stand of. Sharpshot stung from hives unseen
Our lives in limbo.  Souls akimbo.
         The bluff.
         The saber
The roar.
Sure as. Night comes day.
Our spirits drift away
and floats above the fray.



Life is cheap here.
The price.
We will pay.

The little round top

Consecrated in guts and bone.
I'm left to die alone on
The bluff. A ragged boyonet
Now drags me away slow.

    So away I must go
    Blow taps and write me a letter home.
    Mother please don't cry for me.
    My brothers here with me
    Send regards.

    The round top hill
    Is very still and peacefull
    Eternal rest is assureed.

    Never again.

I moved in with Mr McGoo , he seemed  a pleasant bloke
a bit chatty for one but then beggars cant be choosers.
He gave me the guest room and a skeleton key and
a King James Bible. He left , mumbling something  about an
Optometrist's appointment as he stumbled through the door.

The Flivver coughed, spat and rattled.Mcgoo was in control
and of he roared away still mumbling about pork bellies and such.
Herky jerky relic with a hurdy gurdy horn.

The winding stairs led me hither so down the rail I slid
In search of McGoo venture. To suss where the safe was hid.

Rumor has it that He struck it rich one day and promptly
sailed  west  and bought  the House of Divine  Pleasures
overlooking Frisco Bay. Who knew.

As luck would have it, he forgot to close the safe so
there it stood wide open a square hole in the southern wall.

The Standing Shiva glared at me his arms like deadly  serpents
One named Beckon the next on Call. The other six arms bristled
with bronze and iron death.The Shiva winked his middle eye and
tears streamed from the other two.

The safe still hung wide open McGoo was such a bounder.
He knew me well and he could tell the weakness in my soul.
for he and I had broken bread and severed heads in youthful
days of yore. He knew I was a scoundrel and a thief.

The Shiva  had a weakness for women and the drink and
him with eight arms and such became to be a bit much at the
pleasure spot in Frisco.  He had to go. So

I turned and returned from the liquor cabinet a bottle of
McGoo's best bathtub Gin in tow.  The Shiva came a running cross,
a smile a mile wide drooling. With arms outstretched, boy he could fetch.
Could not hold  his spirits though. Never could. Out cold in no time flat.

The safe gaped open like the grave six deep.
So. I walked up slowly to it and strained  to look within
There sat old McGoo's ear trumpet and spare glasses
a handful of rain checks stacked neatly in a corner.
Along with his last will and testament written out in Braille.

Just then I heard the Flivver pop. I had to stop.
close the safe. Empty the flower vase on Shiva.
Up the stairs I bounded. closed my door and started
Sleeping.

Oh McGoo , you've done it again.

Running here running there
doing this doing that.
calling him calling her.
fixing this fixing that.

Im just tidying  up the window dressing .
Fixing the facade.

Going here going there
smiling nicely putting on spin
trying to win the face contest.

Just tidying up the window dressing.
The store is out of stock.
The Tax man is a vamp.
Printing money like stamps.
Busting up my camp.

Time is spinning faster. Playing out the string.
The treadmill tilts a  steeper angle.
Winners never quit and quitters never win.
Reaching for the next rung. Just like the one before.

Just tidying up the window dressing.
I got stamina to burn.

Tax man. Gas man.  Card man
Med. man. Food man. Clothes man
Mortgage man.Rent man. Car man.
Light man. Water man Boss man.

Tidying up the window dressing
Stressing hard about my stressing.
Too jammed up to count my blessing.
Tell the truth without confessing.

Politicians full of ****.
Slippery as quicksilver.
Who the hell they playing with.
Left or right I'm done with it.
AGAIN.


Media. what media. Tell it to
Goebbels.

Just pulling down the window dressing
Tired of playing Bo Peep. Big boy time.
Wakie Wakie.

The old shell game.
Never give a sucker an even break
Or.
Smarten up a chump said W.C
Fields. He was serious. I'm serious.
Who's serious about 1929.

Tearing down the window dressing
Dont believe the hype.
Nero fiddled while Rome burned. He was not mad
He had a plan?

Tearing up the window dressing.
Life is much too short for mucking
about with pit vipers bugged on ecstasy.
I'm serious.

K.C tragedy.
Young man overboard.
His girl pulled along. Brutal.
Common. Mundane. Columbine thread.

Dead with witnesses the ultimate narcicist.
Prime time with a twist. Can't miss.

Gun or man.Man or gun. Morals.
Conscience.will. ****.
Inanimate, cold steel versus human choice.

Guidance.
Reason.
Hope.
Right.
WRONG.

Tool versus cruel.
Nine versus mind.
**** versus will.

Man up. Own up.
Sorry. Get grown up.
Still the impulse.
Curse the trigger finger. Not the trigger.
Amen.

What is required inquired the man to go from here to the forward place
Where all is friutful and kind. What is the fare I that must pay.
I have done the work, shouldered the burden and carried on through foul and fair, so my friend tell me the secret please share if you will.

You are a big man even large of stature and tall in stance. Look forward .
Be humble. Recede within. less is greater.
Said the keeper.

Parables have been my  lifelong bane  so  I inquire further what is the fare. To whom must I
pass my fee. I am a man of import and great desires.  My time is of value and well worth the wait but
still I inquire who holds the gate.

The gate will open but you must bend,
you will be required to bow your head
and and proceed with humility.
The gate is wide but the
passage low.

Bow your head and the truth
will show.

Ah here sits the stone on the ground
The shrub on the hill. A
Natural state of affairs if you will.
Retched Earth, abominable stone

Why the nerve of the rag tag tree
To perch ones self in stark relief
Blocking the skyline, space invader.
Thief.

Why the unmitigated gall.
Of the rain to fall on withered
Pate..

Tis the empty barrel that rumbles profusely.
The shallow stream that muddles  at the bottom.

Pyramid craniums, issues forth babble.
Slackjawd mouth-breather.
Knee ****, Buffoon.

Perched in perpetuity,howling
at the moon.

The my way or the Highwayman, astride a cocked horse.

The cant see the beauty of  the  Forrest for the treeman.

Bull headed, Ram goat Salty old ******.

Failure to Communicate.
Rush to excommunicate
Monolythic seer

Cotton eyed joe

Constipated thinker.

Oh the comfort and surety
of riding in the ruts.





.

Numbles is a fictitious  place, a state of mind.
I go there from time to time
in search of rhyme and reason
When required

Here in Numbles The  calliope plays non stop
words fall from the hopper neatly written out,
written neatly on white plastic ***** the size of owl's eggs.

They roll down the chute and line up
in rational sentences of pure opaque poetry.
Unabashed and shameless a bit cocky eh wot.

An I dont give a dam a style  like the
party girl who just hit her liquor limit
She has one shoe in her hand and her purse
in the other Tipsy?

I used to get budded,  drop a 33 LP
diamond needle with a brush,
Wax was a choice over tape or disc
just a better eargasmic experience.

Numbles here I come.

Reverse engineering the things I'd been hearing
Oz .The sun shone in neon streams and the
gusting breezes tasted like cool peppermint schnapps
The cops wore broad pinstripes and penny loafers.

A storybook ending every time
The pieces of the poem puzzles  
cake walked with spated shoes .

like homing pigeons on the wing
to roost and coo, they knew.
Numbles is the place where
the sky was ever-blue.

I still day trip to that magical place
sans herbalsupplimentation.
or distilledfermentation.

Sleepdeprivation gets me to the towns square
All my old friends are there
still.





.

Can the spider play a tune,? no but she builds a lovely harp.
Oh the  strings how they do quiver.

A dirge played by the sinner,
The Reckless dinner.

Now trapped .
Now caught,
all for naught.

Neither judged by twelve
nor carried by six.  Soon.

The refrain comes almost imperceptible.
Arachnid eyes with wide angle lenses.

No malice or feeling .
Nurse ratchet with a ten gauge needle.
"Your cocoon sir."

I am ashmed to admit that I. Don't know what IT is.
Have not known it for years.Pure and simple.
Chasing the rainbow.

Life is a Push me-Pull you.
Teeter-Totter
Upsy-downsy
Ghoulish thing
Coming in low and slow or Zing,Zing,Zing

Half full or half empty
Suffice it to say.
You dont get what you put in

But that's just the way.
Do the math
Still doing fine

Joy is two steps ahead
and
one  step
Behind

They walk the streets in endless search
of certainty, they want to hear
the loving whispers  of the wayward wind .

To look into his face just once
To see themselves,  within his eyes
Oh, but they  do just as well  to find the wayward wind  

The rising sun brings hope anew
They long to be a father's child, just for awhile
To know that feeling and ask where have you been

To stand there and to lend the tears
would be a healing thing
closure it would bring
Oh, but they would do well to find the wayward wind

So many lonely days and years
Have molded me , have fed my fears
and you alone can free my halting will

The man that I have come to be, is strong of heart
but weak in hope and now I grow old. but time and tide takes me aside
and tells me no.
That I will never find  the wayward wind

That I will never find  the wayward wind.

Stubborn Clay oozes through my toes as I run the gauntlet.
The hounds bark echoes through the jangle and  clank of my shackles.

Desperation reeling me in now heavy like lead.

Long ways to go redemption pulling me along.

I fell from the sky I fell
From grace.
I fell knee deep
I fell in disgrace.

Losing not. So bad.
Losing's all I. Had

This dream is grainy and vivid. feeling every scratch and blow
This version feels like winning but I dreamed   this way before.
Well , no worries  a psychic reboot and play it all again .

Play it again,
Play it again. Play.

Solid ground sweltering heat
Heavy tangles .Giant shade.
I think you got it made.

Fade to green,to brown
To black.                           To black.  To Black   To black.

Politician's

Reproductive

Chain.

Whoo Whoo
The train I ride on draws the lightening from the sky
No matter where  go Like a curse of fire.
I cant find peace and comfort so I ride the rails and cry.

First one place then the other drawing lightening from the sky.
No place to rest my weary head as the stones come tumbling down.
I cant find peace or comfort so I ride the rails and cry.
Like a curse of fire.

A curse of fire that dog yapping at my heels
who can feel my pain Nowhere to rest my muddled mind
Like a hound dog with the scent just  yapping at my heel.
Next train.

Double back and cross my track I run through water
Head for high ground. I pray to stay awhile but
lightening in the distance touching ground
Like a curse of fire.
next train.
Whoo. Whoo.

Just don't blurt.

Hold on. I won't.

Money is the motive.

I used to be able to tell. Oh
Hell.

sweet an nice.mek mi mash a pum pum
Like a lizad pon lim a goin mash a pum pum.
Me can't. Feel sewwt relief les I mash a pum pum.

Peaches an cream.
Cunnamon dream
Rock and come in
Fi go mash apum pum.

Drive yu wild when I masha pum pum
Lone free style fi go mash a pumpum.

Hattie
Came slowly.
She was sullen and strong as
She crossed the carribbean shrouded in gray.
The warning was short as we battened down tight.
A blustery,piercing howling beast.
Mighty trees knelt down.
Souls washed away.
Hattie shook
Rattled
Rolled.
That
Day.

She came unannounced
How long will you stay this time
Will you at least say goodbye.
Why.
I thought we had a deal
If you come back with pain or passion
With a vengeance
Soothing hands. P.M.S.
Red silk or black cotton dress

Here I wrote a song for you.
The blues.Gut bucket Delta.

Come back honey
Sit down and smooth your dress
look me in the eye and lie about where you been.

Lie to me cause it don't hurt anymore
This could never be.
Go ahead lie to me.

I will sing the song just as long as you
want to hear it.
Just lie to me.

Empty.expended.
Hungry.dry.
Cleared.

Vented.vacant
Purged.thinne­d.
Diluted.

Wrinsed.spent.
Over and
Out.

This is what I am
I am the best.
The hide.
I
wait with
Mosin-Nagant.

You will rue the day
as  I lay in wait
with
Mosin-Nagant

The wind bites my face
My fingers grow numb
The ground is hard
My will is harder
I put my trust in
Mosin-Nagant

There an flash of color
The clank of steel
I smell the diesel
in the distance a speck
appears then two.
Easy shot whispers Mosin-Nagant.

The column trudges into view.
What order whispers Mosin-Nagant.
Far right  then the slowest.

We huddle closely as the reticle sets
on the dead man walking  on the right flank.
No easy task . I am Mosin-Nagant.

Had a flashback.just now.
Sitting in the diner. Eating eggs and toast.

A girl walked in wearing painted on jeans.
Guy across from me squinted as he stared
At her from behind. Thought he
Was going blind or was about to cry

Got something in your eye? I asked.
The onion he said.
Oh yeah. Said I.

That uncle with his pants pulled up high.

That uncle who would listen when you cried.

That uncle.

The one who always lauged at your jokes.
The one with strong and gnarly hands.
The uncle who could fix anyting. (Dad)

The generous one who always had time to talk.
That old guy who became stooped as you grew strong.

Well. Uncle is a bit forgrtfull now and shuffles
About.

Take his hand now.
Pay him back for all he did.
his dignity is at stake
For heveans sake.
Help the old guy
Show and tell.

New love is the most
Exciting thing a heart

can discover. Or
as fatal as dad's pistol.

Standing barefoot in the broiling sun
Sitting by the rivers edge
kneeling at the alter
Humming a tune at the precipice.
wondering aloud  at the crossroads.
Thinking of the days gone by.
Never to return.
America what lies in store for you now.

The sun will surely rise.
But will you.Will you acclimate to the brutality to come.
Fitfully you will sleep and regret will haunt your dreams.

Will you know the cause of your demise, The wolf will stalk and grin.
Your fortitude will falter as strength becomes a commodity.
How far to the bottom,and then.

The fall is not painful but the sudden stop is brutal.


The wind will surely blow
Your thread-worn garments will flap and flutter in the wind
You see comfort has departed. Take care America.
Reckless Rome.

Cool water In the oasis. Art needs
Sustenance. Bitter and sweet.
Seasoning
Spice.

Food for growth
Not every morsel tasty.but
The truth will suffice.

Is a carnival house of mirrors .                                       Refracted                                 Mirrors. of house carnival a Is
what your eyes see is another                                            Reflected     ­                         another is see your what
dimension of what is sent                                                  distorted  ­                             sent is what of dimensions
to be bent and returned                                                  refract­ed                                  returned and bent be to
an image.                                                           ­ distorted  
                                              image.­ an
another version                                                       reflected                                           version another
another reality.                                                         ­                                         reality. another

I sing the body electric.
I sing the body augment.
I sing the body eclectic.
Not too far away.

Cybernetic     electric     Nanite.
Life imitating science.
Science imitating  art.
Art imitating  life.

I sing the body electric.
Till the circle falls apart.

An intergalactic asteroid crashed
In times square.
A deadly virus
Spread.

Now we have a rampant epidemic of
The east coast.
Squawking dead.

Sitting in a chair counting spots that passed before my eyes.
The insect smiled and said "hold still" i missed one.
They swirl this way and that.
dont move    Please. be still.

Not an  easy task
a fever of 104.2
could you.                  I think that I shall never see
                                    a poem lovely as a tree.

Sitting on my blanketed chest
The insect did his best to sing me a lullaby.
his breath was horrendous but he meant well.

He stroked my burning cheek and
changed the cool washcloth regularly
on my aching head.
Then turned my pillow to the cool side again.
There my friend.

He scuttled under with me and snuggled
his hairy legs were itchy and rough.
small price to pay.
eh wot.

Oh yes we have no bananas
We have no bananas today.

Captain if we keep pushing her like this
she's gonna blow.

We regret to inform you that
the price of tea in China is now
High as gas in California.

Chicken broth he brought  
with a silver spoon to boot
The insect waited patiently
as I swallowed then spooned
the next load in.

"Here let me wipe you chin."

Ladies  and gentlemen and all ships at see
The Hindenburg has landed
oh the humanity.

This is not the end
No not the beginning of the end.
But more, the end of the beginning.

Help me up Mr Checks. I think I gotta ***.
Oops forgot to raise the lid.
Mr Checks. Can you have room service come up.
we need more Trowels. Uh towels.

Stop hogging the remote.   Where's mom
                                              Have you seen my Teddy with one eye missing.

To bed to bed
You sleepy head .

Tarry a while said slow.
Put the *** said greedy glut
Lets stuff before we go .

Mr  Checks.
All hands on deck.
We dont have enough lifeboats sir.
The iceberg is  sky blue and beautiful dont you agree.

What do you do with a drunken sailor
early in the morning.
                                                               Heave ** and up she rises
                                                               Early in the morning.


THIS FEVERISH DREAM TO BE CONTINUED.

Substance.
Heft. volume and mass.

Volume without value.
Being light in the ***.
Barking without teeth.

Gravitas.
Bite. weight and kick.
All talk.All yap all *****. No ****.

*****-fuckas today are sick
with it.
A man's word is nothing but air.

Lie to your face as if that is a virtue.
Get stuff all distorted as they twist you and hurt you.

Microphone checker.

No I'm not really mad. Just stretching out.
Anyway,back to the grind.

With your feelings these fellows are quite cavalier
as they muddy the waters and make things unclear.

Word is bond. Really like James Bond? WORD ?.
My word is my bond. We can trade on it.
My word is my life. The one thing you cant have.

Meaning and substance.
Values and core.

Fools take that today like a license to steal.
A big Lollipop a sucker Who dont know the deal.

Veracity.
Virtue.
brings
Vindication always.