Careless days
Ignite
The carers fire

Let it burn

These laughing days
Drown
The tears
In their own salt

Let them drown
Down
Down

Chirphead Cedarson's grave
    simple as it was
        two damp branches
        held together by
        John C. Rhoades' own twine
was just one foot deep

Stiff in Nature's Valley box
    asleep, I could have thought
Small feathered body
    slammed against a Supreme frozen window
Reflection of endless landscapes
          perfect for practicing new wings
    deceived Chirphead
    to demise

Woodsy first found him
    melted snowflakes
    coated the body like April dew
                                                 [for little birds, even unmoving, remind me
                                            of spring]

Four of us [strangers most]
    stood 'round this gaping grave
                                         a wormhole to the underworld
    giggling through made-up confessions
        Chirp on playa'
        I didn't know you well
        What's a bird to do if He'll never be a gangsta'?
Four Sorry's who've never lived mortality
    just addictions
    depressions
    o(re)pressions
        leading to he'said-she-said's
        never knew my Daddy's dead
        Momma never tucked me into bed

Where's our heads?
Four Sorry's smiling over Chirphead's grave


Sean shoveled dark dirt
    back into tiny tomb
First scoop over the granola cardboard
        sounded like
        one-thousand
        baby birds
        hitting glass
        like bulletts

Felt funny to smile,then

But a breath of crisp mountain air
    fog rolling over distant trees
    thoughts of
        fresh coffee
        cracking fire
        one-eyed snowmen
Gave my conscience a most comforting
    ignorant
    Hug

that Red Kite
it swayed and soared
that Red Kite
it swooped and roared high over hills
Suzanne said 'far away it flies
fast and free
and frolics and falls to follow me!'

sure enough
f

   a
l
   l

          it did.
and Johnny said 'just get
r i d
of that ridiculous rangle
that rambunctious tangle
of rope and Red.'

and to Suzanne,
Johnny was dead

it's up for grabs
rent - free
this precious
private passage
where believers tell me
sin hides somewhere
lurking in shadows
of desire

from me
for free

however
hypocrites preach :
'it's best to seek
the highest bidder'

I re-consider.

Your eyes feel
  dull
And tired is
  your heart

For hate
  is a burden
  and a poison in
  your core

Hate
  has a strong hand
  pumped
  with will

Hate
  shakes you awake
  with remember

He kisses
  you sour


And hides in
  your shadow
  following you
  everywhere

Been coming to this lonely space
      at end of every dragged-on day
   searching for your sharp face
A place
   where blunt blondes give away their aces
      to the first bro-capped scrap of scruff-and-meat they meet
I drink with them just to get some sleep

Hope to see you
   in their glazed eyes
      gleam and glitter behind
      some whisky-washed disguise
A piece of Gold I must behold again
      trying to find my treasure, baby
                                                   y o u
      swimming somewhere in the dark depths
      of those shallow souls

Press my body up
Try to feel you hard
   against the bar
      where once we learned just how far
      the other'd go
      to ease the painful slow
      of forlorn nights
            we were knit-tight then
            each-the-others safety pin

Now
   its these neon lights that keep me safe
      illuminate you back to life
   these neon signs, baby, make me cry
      used to preach
         "Love Not War"
   but these neon signs
         these neon signs
   they don't lie anymore

Though I try
      I'll never find you here
      only stale cigarettes and beer
         your lingering scent
         keeps me near
         holds my early aces dear to you
It's your withheld spades I still fear
                                                   still feel their spears pierce
                                                   my open, helping heart
                                should have folded at our start

Oh, how I hoped to find you, baby
                                                    s o m e w (h e r e)
Bartender! another beer

There's a glow from the moOn
That
  a
  n
  g
  s
In my room
It smiles upside down
From a spider thread
                               (O)

It sinks in my bOnes
Where I'm home alOne

It softens the light
It hardens Thenight

It tightens the bite
Of a skeleton's frOwn
To grin
Instead
At the dead

There's a glow in my room

Blue
From the doOm

Which spiders
(and I)
DOn't dread

skin like
honey

breath
the same

subtly sweet
spiced with
the morning's cigarette

i recall it
more than i should
for my
own good

then
i am there again
toe to toe
skin to skin
******* it in

giving your Co2
a toxic ride
in my blood

watching your lips
exhale
to take
a big
smile
in spite of themselves

The Night Watcher pleads
“Oh, say, say, say”
He slips each rotting corpse beneath gray epitaphs bread and water
     prisoners of six feet, dirt, wood, fate

"Please speak, please say"
Mumbling under a thick dark blanketing the moon
The Night Watcher floats between stones
     awing statues adorned with shiny gifts and flowery colors
     trinkets of the worthy

     kneels longer at dusty crosses
     gives them spare bread

"Ha! Say, do say!" He laughs
    pursuing conversation with the silent sleepers
No answer comes through the soil
    applause of dead men silenced
    crossed arms stiff in cramped coffins
The Night Watcher lays among strangers
counts the lone stars

We are all mad
  in How Town
Don't leave us alone
  begging the Rich

We are child stars
  browsing ***** shows
Coming without
  a hitch

Blood fills
  our eyes
Tattoos paint
  our bones

We are ******
  without a way
We are banned
  without a name

Don't leave alone
  the stray

Hacking away
  our own ditch

Purrr-fectly petite paws press
  between my blades
  a free feline-massage

She refrains from complaints
Ignores ***** plates
    cups stacked up
Enjoys smelly socks
    scattered across a distracted dreamer's floor
Doesn't think movies I watch are a bore
Could I ask for much more?

Oh, maybe this
    is the bliss
    of which some speak
       I think
   as she pounces
   and plops upon me
   a friendly, furry hug

In(hail the high)
Ex(hail the habit)
In(hail the escape)

Blowing away the aches
    of winter-worn bones
My darling and I
    name the smoke ghosts
    wave goodbye to our demons
    as they billow and float
    up
    up
    away to the nicotine graveyard
    dug deep in the sky


In(hail the hope)
Ex(hail the escape)
Though
  ever approaching is our fate
    the high will end
    we must awake
  
    reality waits
    with a gun and a snake

Some words zip around like a dying fly's corpse hitting a fan. It's pieces should be collected, fit together, observed, and put in the ground where no one will find them; where no one will dig them up to utter them again. And the stale blood should be wiped from the blades, for they will keep spinning, and no one likes the sound of a truth gone false, whizzing 'round incessantly in their head. No one likes the crimson smell of something they'd rather forget.

Ant people is what they are
    teeth clattering together
        out-coming  syllables of
        insensitive, insufferable nonsense
  Pinchers cleaning after a feed
Some revolting alien dialect

Smash them, then
        into the gravel
        back to the maze-caves of the Underworld
             the holes from which they jitter and twitch
  but then pause to stretch cold joints
    long, black armor-limbs
    blink blank eyes upon the new sun's light

They too bask in its rays, like I
        awakening the mind for another grind
        warming sleepy muscles to pursue crumbs of bread
Like I

So smash, no
        let them crunch and spit out uselessness
Just play instead an in-head voice-over
        a compilation of wonderer's revelations
Let them crawl, let them be
        slowly exoskeletons shed to flesh
        antenna's recede to shags of brown
           framing lively eyes
           pupils recognized as Human
                       Humane

Words are intent
        should be meant as the sun
           beams to progress the colony as one
We are the same

All at once

there's pure
air in my
blood

I am
the whiteness
of everything
in the sky

I don't feel
cloth, or the mug of
crowds on me
at all
No
my skin's in a
muddy pool miles
below
where i used to swim

    where i
    was a puddle
    you were the rain

It's so nice now
to be your cloud
dripping black drops
of you
from my belly

Yes it's sublime
watching you
collect yourself
into some helpless
pool puddle

Yes
i feel so light
to make you frown