I called it depravity when she
scratched all the marks off
the measuring tape, while leaving
the condition of my brain
being in reverse and my heart
without a motor, unnamed.
I thought I could deal with torture
until she caught my words in a
porcelain box far to small.  
It's similar how they put the word of God
in a fabricated leather bound.

you make it hard for me to
read because you faded all the
marks on the tape measure. Besides
your eyes are surprisingly
lifeless for having
your wisdom in the place
where souls are born but your hands
catch on the experience wood saws.

There ain't real salary, wages, or full time
only disgruntled currency and
spoiled company that left the
milk out after breakfast while flashing

Nike sneakers, Motorola phones, burying
a forgotten geometric axiom, bestowed
with several hammers, in the
place where angels fall from trees

when you shake up their limbs ,
threaten to pull their hair. Sleeping used
to be a victim-less crime until I left
you swinging all by your lonesome

even when dad was shaking me awake
at two after two. Noon. I
was up, down, in and backed out sideways
through a diagonal cave that

was flooded by Europeans
who lost their leather shoes
trying to find Truth by
shutting themselves inside out

Even if God turns out to
be dead or under a trance
because he found his true love
wearing ***** pants, folded backwards

and frayed at the shins, while
she's got holes on inside her
thighs and the final schema,
parallel to the referee

signalling for the bell that's
situated behind environmentally
friendly nuclear bombs that
Bin Laden used to get at a discounted

price and sold them to America
marked up 3 fold.  They'll burn medicinal
plants besides the **** in your
backyard and feed us cancer while

selling us over-priced tickets to
watch over-paid men play with
***** while those on wall street
pull out their carving knives

on the turkey that was too dried
out that upon entry it burst
into a double helix of poisonous
rat-tails that fell off Zeus when they

shattered his lightening in the sand
and opened the glass to the forbidden
triangle of the man with *****, soiled
wrinkled hands, placing his spine out for all to see

We thought to stand up
after awhile but we
are on our way
back to all fours, if we
keep looking down at our phones.
we'll just be morons with fewer
neurons but enough robots to run the
world household and force ourselves
out of business, I'm not marching
for Robotic rights, or getting a
computer chip to turn my memories or
the songs in my head into
.doc and mp3's or have
Powerpoint files of parental
divorce and alimony court.

If I had any brains I would just kiss
you already but I'm worried it'll interfere
with the John Lennon faces we drew
in the cold swirl of snow, the night
we had no home but a couple
turkey and banana subs.
We had food for thought with
no place to go, with a vision, hanging,
melted in the black sky, of Alice
finding her own way home
by going under the bricks of the wall
and following the rabbit through.

It bothers me when people mention
that time will tell. I say they're
full of it, seconds, hours and minutes.
It all happens within space, not time.

You don't always have to flip an egg
but you don't want sunny-side
pancakes during any sort of  
grief.  You got to touch

when you have to and put gloves
on when it gets sticky, have socks when
it's cold and a chainsaw when
you're trying to cut someone in pieces.  

Sometimes you just got to trust
all your socks are being washed and that
you're only going to have a couple
lonely socks.

In a time of crisis the only constant
is change. Even the pope said god is sleeping,
but no one told the pope that God's
been asleep for a long long time.

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