Cut the forget-me-knots.
Dot the t's and cross your eyes;
My balance is a flight-risk.

I knew swindlers of used expressions,
Their attempts: relentless!:
Plucking and picking at taunt silouettes.
Close calls splintered by tall tales.

I held on by the skin of my teeth.

Swindlers with twisted policies
Racked on the broken back burner.
They got scare tactics
Slipping fast from mal-practice.

We we're born to withstand such turbulance
But just in case- i fasten my seatbelt.
Knees bent and heartfelt,
I render these empty spaces moldable.
Heavy minutes move mountains.

Little boy blue beat the big bad wolf
And balance is always a flight-risk.

(Written 4/12)

I can feel your presence,
I can feel your touch,
As I close my eyes to the darkness,
I can feel your warm breath softly brush,
It swathes my being,
It engulfs my soul,
Lost in an abyss of pleasure,
Desires of the flesh have taken control,
Nothing is sacred, nothing is taboo,
Lust is the power, the wisdom and the fool.

a bench meets a back
and a mind goes idle.

Say you want a cat. A dog's too easy,
would wag when wag is inappropriate,
and slobber on the guests. You'll take the cat,
so different and strange, it drives you crazy,

its shiftlessness, its ins-and-outs, its chi.
You call. It does not come. Is this a pet,
this Dharma ***? You say you can't accept
its vacant gaze, its scorn, who yearned to be

at home with feral grace, with all you're not.
But you're a Body safely locked from Mind,
that Problem no Mind solves. This point's defined
for you by ****, who's not the pet you thought

but Otherness, one owned by God, or none.
Cat sleeps for hours, wants out. A job well done.

I imagined
   the end
        would be much worse
After a peace treaty
    muttered through clenched teeth
        the horrors would be revealed
And the carnage
    the dead
        the dead heaped hopelessly
            carelessly
                strewn in every place unimaginable
And the wounds of the wounded
        bleeding profusely
            gushing violent red
        festering foul-smelling yellow-orange pus
    wounds, that even when healed
            still ache
But this
        this
            this is manageable
A bullet straight through the chest
        clean
            sharp
                precise
                    shot by a professional
    so there is only one casualty
Only one heart impaired
Somehow this
        is better
An assassination before the war begins
And all hell breaks loose

I love the smell of toxic waste in the morning
licking gum off the floor
hopping off wagons and onto rabid rabbits
lemme get yo numbah
how much you got?
You on salary?
Get tips?
Wanna see me put my fist in my mouth?
I wanted to go to college
but sometimes life is funny,
you know
like a darkly written novel
adapted into an even darker film
then watched by a suicidal tween who writes the lines on his walls
fires burn but also give life
think of the forests
doubled edged pinky ring
nothing too dangerous
just thinking such things
stop being silly
stop assuming
***** that ***** who is perfect and has the attention of your attention
let's just have some fun and torch a bank
make sure the money is good and scorched.