Father Time grounds his Sun's dial
by an ocean of hot sand,
his world inside an hour glass galaxy
spiraling downward
like a blue feather from a jay in a baobab
the mirage a lake, an eerie oasis throbs,
fuzzed by heat's blurriness.

Einstein peers through invisible specs
his peers skeptical of what he suspects
questions answered by questions
matter no longer matters
in accordance to my flannel pattern,
an arid desert spreads our earth,
Whitman's witnesses,
your songs causes gasps
in every plant's lungs
not just the grasses.

My bones are rusted,
leaky pipes
in that back alley
on Howard street
where my windows eye
twenty-somethings
shootin' the breeze
over whatever issue glides
through their mind at the time,
cutting their own kite strings
with scissor-sharp fingernails
they unwind,
conjoining over joints,
the fun times.

Where'd my friends go?

I feel heavy-headed,
elbows sore from resting
my cinder block chin
on them for hours,
watching these hooligans
in tye-dye rags
flutter down
the gutters of King street
like circus clowns.
And cirrus clouds
wander through
and over Boone
while I hunker,
disregarding the news,
the **** protesters
arrested by the blues
and I can't help
but hum along
with a gold finch
perched on a rhododendron
growing by my side
wall where some
graffiti artist
sprays the word
“Exist.”

I came to a canyon
one autumn evening,
parched.

I was deserted
on one side,
distant from you in
sienna barrenness,
amongst bubbling grey boulders.
I felt desperate, like a beetle
being squished between rattler jaws,
fangs of fate chewing out chances to grow,
to fully bud above the rest,
to push past the heat
like cacti greeting the purple sunset sky.

You were on the other side
making the grass wave in your wind,
painting hills with dainty dandelions
and dancing mushrooms,
to cover up the reeking decay
of your last relationship,
the decomposition
of dear flesh,
of rotten opportunity,
the true will of degeneration
still not stopping your junipers and ferns.

And in the middle,
below the drama,
time’s rushing river
worms it’s way through rock,
forcing chasm, yet
somehow encourages flourishing,
and quenches our thirst.

I made you an origami crane at noon
It didn't flap right away but I knew
it would only take time then grace
because that night we laughed
at its silhouette in the moon.

Liars taught him the truth
barely funded,
rarely fun did happen
In a school for public use.

We're just used
to being misinformed.

He can't tell
An adult from a tadpole
A saint from a slave
A *** from an *******
A bowel from a colon
or a Powell from a Castro
A drug from a neuron
or a genius from a *****.

I know you've thought about it,
            how we caught wind of dreams
whooshing
waking
you thinking.

theres a black house on a mountain
above my little town
shotgun shells and loose bear claws
abound there
native burial grounds civil war zones
may deliver shivers into timid worn bones
scores of poor folks shown bullet holes
bully knolls, knock
and cranny crows fully cloaked, no
murderous demeanor
curious endeavors
set out to devour delirious achievers
chinese demons of gun powder delete us
steel wool money allowed to be cleaned up
the smell of drier sheets and powerful *****
floods a laudr-o-mat in the center of oakland, um

I'm a monkey
pushin buttons and envelopes
in order to get numb and comfy
justly love me please
give a hug or just punch me
right eye has
extra long lashes
despite the montage
of violent masses
my orange sports watch
barely works
childish hashmarks
picture richard scary verse
pirating various scenes to flush the corporate
down a toilet bowl of worthless
hoofing it to your door step
5000 miles to proclaim that its gorgeous
seeing your face from across a birds nest, heard that
word
I'm sure your begging to know
the offering, my offspring
was born long ago
where the land is coughing
stock tips glow
like uranium springs
in the valley of kings
where deathly hollows
shadow willow trees.

Aced fables rake faces into a pile
grimaces tend to fend off soft smiles

when considering the future

sure, keep it to yourself for good
in the attic with dusty ornaments

as long as someone adorns the fence
with ugly colored ribbons
your intentions mean jack

why bother big brother, give it up
mowed over opinions
ending in shoveled dirt, delicious.

I want you, except
not in the possessive sense--
more within every sense:

to draw in the scent 
of your coconut and lemon skin,

to hear the faint, tranquil
sound of your frank sentences,

which, as the taste of your lips,
takes days to truly comprehend,

to drench my fingertips in
the soft light of your hair, golden,

to see the sight of your earthy eyes,
leading me to think the world is in 

your head

and we're all lucky beings 
trudging through thick swamps
just to get stuck 
in this moment 
with you.

I see a sad lad dragging regret through downtown
(not homeless, but houseless, aftermarket crashes)
staggering through shadowy alleys;
black cats laughing at him
in his fashionable tattered jacket
as a fat rat scampers from behind a trash can
he peers into it dazzled to dig up anything that can
help have his scattered thoughts gathered
cigarette butts and ash, ragged magazines,
a half eaten apple to share with his rat friend
none of it matters,
he feels like Aladdin,
he treats his ****** street like a palace
he'd rather be free than happy. is that madness?

like doctor teeth
I bring electric mayhem
no prescriptions or special ray bans
shining brighter than
       the sun at noon
and before you know it
     they'll come for you.

go ahead, act like
your supposed to be here
to sink suspicions
        broken beach chairs
on the brinkofevening
so close to despair
soon the moon'll
show mushroom caps
which in turn
        exposes each fear.

shamanic surgeons
flourish fast patterns
with flowery curtains
down neural pathways
mouths open morning glories
to cure the bad taste
and service your core being.

I found you at the salad bar
atop a mountain of greens and chick peas.

I shouted inside but as far as I can tell
my sound still reached you on that peak.

Reverberating heart beats
off artichokes, herbs and broccoli.
if i weren't choking on my words
I would've invited her to coffee.
I've made the same mistake before
Hopefully this one's not as costly.
That's awfully large salad
I just wish you would toss me.
your perfectly off beat,
bump your own ****, no dre beats
Yeah, I'm red headed but hate beets
unless their from your garden.

Biological phenomenon,
I'm sorry to beg your pardon
I've had communication breakdowns
since led zeppelin got started
Sometimes I feel hardly there,
someone most can barely share a meal with
who doesn't care if any spectacle's real
but as long as you eat here
I'll keep the vegetables chilled.

I got lost hiking through thick forest
on a random planet stumbling up to
stepping stones leading me off
into a peach horizon at sunset.
I could've rested at the last
town I came across, but where's the fun at?
I'm search of long forgotten,
under-appreciated, maybe ancient gauntlets
treasured for centuries, tempting pleasures
like spices, mind bending herbs in desert
oasis' isolated from contaminates, gestures,
efforts at fixing or sanctifying, a substance
which is unique upon magnifying.
eek a gratifying, death defying act
out nothing suspect about it.
expect nothing less than upset order
its too late for complacency
funds get shorter, currency replaces spring
and anything tangible turns to arcane bling
kings oversee things, analog faces, plebeian's
day dreaming of amazingly rich places which
old modes don't allow us to behold, nope.

ready to walk off the edges,
meet death like heath ledger
in a why so serious endeavor
no wonder a cyclone's furious forever
spit heat into ocean long ago
a sultan asunder
royal hurricane candy,
empty pantries,
a mother with a sweet tooth
weeps for her family.
a nauseating oder of mildew seeps
into good news
fancy
anger and regret
shared on set
get antsy,
hands up, waist deep
road a river.

Oozing hot summer roads, I
crawl across to help others
get where they're going.

The Son's of Liberty
would be hella proud of me,
no eagles were harmed in this tar
and featherweight bout between
ground and pressure wait now,
tectonic water,
drowned in pleasure,
no *****, just essence of.

A girl broken up by her main mans
in Pangea grandeur.
          oceans shrivel into marshes,
warming up to global standards
          crows nibble in the darkness
with earthly manners, clamoring
casting slander on the dead,
        covering graves.

Hitting nails on the head
lawns get shred in both ways
speculation,
scalped naivete,
          roads paved
through heat delirium,
          post haste,
bringing blurred horizons
in the afternoon haze.

I should stay away from politics
'cause all that ****'s got me sick.

I stay chillin' keeping a bat cave
warm and cozy, leaving bad frames exposed
post-mordem, frozen from
power shortages, outages,
we frolicked in the flowers for ages
til' makeshift memories became vacant
clouds loomed dark and great
you can forget about your late night date
where play time is over,
change your mind to sober:
We claim space-time shall remain rigid!

But its been the same ****
since the eighteenth century.
Still similar brainwaves
fold, crash, bending.

general t'so what the ****'s this meat made of?
the fluorescent room gleans
off the sheen of fake food,
***** this weak pay stub,
this buffet too
and living off food court food.
hors derves served to
a bunch of augustus gloops
who'll soon sport tubes.

I hope the line short fuses.

I'll be giggling,  
at these wiggling
greedy,
feeding
frenzies
still feeling empty
with stomachs of drains
they feign being friendly
not a morsel of moral thought,
their brain's busy picking
food from the troth
pointing with pickeled pig feet
ruder than all hell
marvelously stinky
laid back in booths
soothing their sweet tooths
mouths oozing drool
drippin onto bibs
turning solids into goo

One hunch back hitchhiker,
seeking prehistoric medicine
had a meet n' greet with deadly plants
even in these woods he felt a steady wind,
from history's distant trippy roots,
when he reached out his decrepit hand
same time found he couldn't move
nor breathe, blue beaked
then he grew wings and flew
for what seem like a few weeks
drowning in green blue ridge
mountain beauty, rushing water
leaving plumage useless
the truth hurts
like landing face first
as space-time winds down
the hour glass's last turn: through.
The Crax was eaten up
by Magdalena's whirlpool.

I got multi-deals through low flying thrills
by the high def, widespread
diseases that might ****.
****, life's chilled,
it might take an ice pick just to climb hills.
My space heater may short out
like I couldn't afford my high bill
light's still on, tight
my sun shines bright as hollywood hill.
my input equals output.
quality over quantity with jolly good pills.
honesty over modesty it will still should would **** you.

He invades the bureau,
census is terminal
they say everyone died just like we wanted,
mission success!
like when Ali beat spinx
cordial still morbid
like quartered limbs delivered by horses
still door nail coffins shut, dark as oil spills
the grim reap creeps up
to put hex on exxon,
he sneezes blood
then eats some sludge,
freezes time, then moves on.

trombones play dead jazz
as zombies phone home during
witching hour curfews
and soccer dads in loafers,
some how broke through
haunted ghost tombs.
the dirt, wearing wolf pants
raising me errant,
giving no deserved praise,
in the moon light
of the circled days
where life controls the tides
as kids surf the waves.
solar senses showing
sensitive minds lending lenses,
deliberately shining intensive
like jackolanterns enshrined in crypts
prescribed a limit by times decision
only the most on point physics exist when
lonely kids knowing
the sky's distance is just myth
hacking schemes bent on ending happiness
as it seems, this rent exists to hassle us
remaining skeptical when it comes
to syndicates of master trusts
stick a curly crazy straw in the red sea
slurp up all the kelp and the dead things,
a young witches getting all messy.
soon, a consumer's real dream in Sumer
concedes hands free to a banshee bloomer
fleshed out as pure steam, still streams
of blood flow filth stinking like sewers
smelled by cheaters
spreading tricks for treats
like ticks with diseases
throughout suburbia
disturbing macabres
echoing curses reverbed from past times.

Listen, I could list Son's, all day
all day from A to Zeus' kin but the system
changes friends to feigned kindoms, **** drunk
bums on a raft, pins stuck in cushions
hoping for a path to real or fake freedom
reel in fish dinner without the steak seasoning.

Its a shame when taste flames out
in baseless reasoning,
just take some dmt
to shake your limbs' debris
images get trimmed
endlessly leak lakes
shimmering breaking
boughs to fill memories,
symphonies chime in
to rhyme with the assembly
of matter and symbol
as these spindles cease.

The first deceivers were weavers
mechanically believed,
maniacally manufactured
trying me to finally find the answer
as to why we hurt.

Let's see who stands my test of time,
threads spin, intertwined
as styles synthesize
minds ripe for picking,
shrines leap off limbs lending
me a branch to climb up and end it,
a cloud to puff a cig with,
a chance to shine
just like the sun
cant tell a canyon
from a figment of one
mind the bend of the cliffs edge
sailing through time
at last, alas my ship's wrecked.

I asked my new boss what he thought of it so far.
He snickered and said
its good that everyone
seems to know what they are doing.

A blond boomer
who bloomed
through alchemical
systems, still,
beautiful due to glitches
in chilled engines
racing minds spew products
off assembly lines
***** re-fined
due to one rule:
eye for an aye,
less deemed more,
blessed by design,
each section
means poorer.

Today,
Hurricane Joaquin
hammered the central bahamas
with torrents
that flooded foreclosed homes.
The forecasters warned us of this.

Same day,
ten kids get
assassinated by another one
bringing torment
to Oregon, no order found.
The forecasters warned us of this.

On that day,
every monster
forged a face as we all grieved,
as is our nature,
absorbing blows by no one's order.
The forecasters warmed up to this.

red lights yet, seeing
signs in the green.
are you friend or fiend?
may we both come in peace?
crop circles get dusted off.
all curfews must dissolve.
if our virtue is up to par,
please let us be.
upheld laws
will get disregarded.
cops caught off guard
by gargoyles gawking
at dawn's sweet offspring,
this broad's in a stand still.
villains chill alleys
these foes just can't ****
as the girl cops an anvil
ready to drop her mans
onto a large canvas
full of hurt,
red paint and tequila
as her quills dry up does she
still see city lights as freedom?
curbside dances in the moonlight
earning keeps for a teen son.

Daughters and Brothers:

Please resurge your relations if these nations wither away,
bringing endless vacancy,
as language becomes barren,
the dollar's value deserted,
and Pharaoh's hire hands
baring sharp arrows.
Or were they claws, not caring
to spare their favorite slaves
in pyramids of kings raised in a debased nature,
the same way we feel
we must hold our's sacred?

Yours Truly

P.S: this bs still exists
in fixed, pre-paid paper.

the withering connections
between me and you
grow as we no longer
see eye to eye
nor heart to heart
like a siamese pryed apart
our relationship consists
of conversations based in
remember whens
and if onlys

As ancient ruins
get picked over with pick axes,
these detracted sites
show spite towards gods,
plus absurd signs in dirt,
with blurred lines distraught
and new plots not deserved
for fickle followers disturbed
by death scavenger dealings.

Instead of a sickle
it wields a shovel,
distorting the calm presence,
wrong bearings bring up
consequences long coming.
And these phantoms now creep
throughout ghost town dungeons.
Skulls and bones abound, cousins
and other kin found fundable.

Love becomes a couple
archeologists who unearth puzzles
pulling apart logic
no longer deductible,
so loan me your conscious
I'll connect it to old ones
we'll slowly dissolve into
improbable causes, duped.

Trapped in a whirlpool by the same force that spins galaxies.

Foreseen futures through
scratched looking glass tragedies.

Gods move mice over icons on screens
flashing fashion scenes
Laws by has beens broken since
Macavity defied gravity,
tisk tisk,
the raw authority in my reality is risky
business
authored while the milky ways chalice leaks,
drip dripping...

...until it gets deeper into
black hole mystery
matching the cast of cats, no info,
can escape from it,
simply
no nymph wants to mate with me
stardust guts split,
they always run away from me
as if I was armed in armor wrapping
like a King, recent mummy
limping out the crypt sounding creepy
like steven king singing country.

Have you seen
the green sea?

By the city of dangerous investment sharks
where dollar signs
are frequently exchanged for question marks?

You should see it.
Simply put it would behoove you to.

Witness below buoys, drenched
where barnacles climb
hoping for nutrients.
Now do you seen the green sea?

Ill **** the ink right off the hemp of the constitution
Just to spit dark remarks like coked up John Belushi
at officials ***-hats enduring constant mood swings
as the hormone pendulum
signifies a revolution
war drone generals,
pimps for hire, lefty tool kits.
hefty duties levied on the public, getting flooded
yes I shot the tariff, but I never quit consumption
off fake happiness
so apathy's getting toothy
Lucidly
give historic figures
clues through dream.

Now thats nifty networking who do you know?
A yeti befriended a spaghetti monster
and got together to spin a blue globe.

I hear Linville whisper
as I scout the valley
the winds holler echos
throughout the caverns
of styles long forgotten,
this cave's patterns baffle.
I ride a white stallion
around stalagmite castles
in remembrance of the decor
that time had once fashioned.

We drink in the darkness
until our poor necks
slinky down our chests
then hit the quartz floor.
We reach for the door only to have
the caves mouth swallows us back in...
dragon teeth stained with fresh skin
shone through moon lit cracks
of a boulder blocked exit.
My girl gripped my hand
as we pondered our next plan
there's no time for a nest egg
oxygen running out in a dead sprint
no phone batteries, ***, towheads, assists
We bowed to lizard majesty
with the lesser misfits
In this skull and bones tragedy,
all makers get met.
Exploring terror ridden territory,
a strange place for lovers.