In twilight imagined
all possibilities
peaceful dreams
In truth, we are slumbering gods
waiting/wishing to be woken
the incantation spoken
We've known it all along
It just came out all wrong
Soon to face it true
and asking: who are you?
It does not matter

Though winking some would say sinking in sullen shambles
I'm soaring high charisma over well-strung words
Now shying backward into corners covered
Words arrange themselves on windows high & scatter outward
Some real potent **** -- a vague longing to be hurt
to be ****** fully and feel nothing
Tomorrow's roadshow is today's practice
I never believed anything
Now I struggle to convince impossible members
We arrange ourselves in imaginary vision
No one is who they think they are
& Even less is what they say
If I could truly expres
We'd all be painted pictures

My shadow exposed
I feel the cold weight
of winter upon me

In whom
I  stare longer

than a moment

futures fold

Animal Man steals his eyes
with freedom hamburgers

call to mind the image
of soft pink winter cough

in the holy path of myself

parting manhole covers
unguarded

the graveyard spills out before me

overworked & lazy
virtue of necessity

Every single
potential issue, constraint, dilemma
attitude, behavior, situation, meaning
effect, change, policy

something half-remembered

we will awaken to our purpose in time

turn on the writhing masses

knowing is remembering

hands pass over the ominous geometry
drawing toward a moment

everyone cheer
we're here, no fear!
we made it another year

tomorrow's roadshow
today's practice

nothing is far away

Nights and days and inward sunlit rooms
strange drugs and waking dreams
boundaries dissolve and burial mound moans
stomach knots unsure of what
whatever rises unknown & uncontrollable
out of nothing, everything
the everlasting, ever-loving mystery of all
the laughing hard-on
the eternal throbbing pulse of form
the formless energy made visible
mad for something; anything
an indication of reality, touch, grass
now fearful apprehension
now dreadful uncertainties
though all is uncertainly seen in light
a mirror image of itself
a lonely inching tendril
full of blind life
unknowable & unknowing
crouched w/ a sullen, risen fist
a hermit content to rule a room
w/ no designs upon anything
wishing only for solitude & asylum of the mind
weary from amazement & blind fear of endless mysterium
the lunatic lottery man approaches
full of glee for the luck I bring him
his fingers ***** from scratching endlessly
rosary sadly dangles
crisp bills & nothing really to say
please win it, please lose it
win it lose it win it lose it
are you a holy man? A religious man?
is your god a hallucination?
are you God Himself?
imposed upon a hard-tiled world?
Grandma died staring at a clock
time mocks the dying
& I waste the day with precious *******
habit boiled pure addiction
wonder why confused or sad
never working for real life pulse
pathetic in my chimp grunt
made a real mess didnee?
ooh wy? ooh wy? ooo wy?
now the regrettable loathing
with bright glimmer
now the sad carnival
all my heroes are angels
& all my angels have died
where has that illusive smirk gone?
the final blossom nothing