Groom Training

Get up you tired old grumpy whimper!
And take the fracken elevator
If you have to
Down to the kitchen
And eat the breakfast
That people who have already been up
For three hours
Have made for you
If they can rise and shine
Day after day
Doesn't mean that you can
But they prove it's possible.
And probably with a lot less fuss
Shower, brush and focken shine!
It's the least you can do

Sometimes it takes
Some pretty harsh
Inner language
To get scruffy old oil tankers
Trying to navigate through an archipelago
Of any inevitably unknown future
to get moving.

It's a slow train
On a very fast track
And it's not gonna end well
All things that end
Don't end well
All things don't end
That doesn't make them better
Just longer lasting
And slower decaying
The final stages
Smells and linger
Whistle stop
Fried green bladders
Golden hags

Vanity is not fighting
The old man coming
Vanity is thinking
It's a fight
You could win

Don't let him catch you

Hey Guys

I'm way past half time
I passed
The great divide of 30
More than 20 years ago
I had like AIDS for decades
I'm a narcoleptic
And I have raving ADHD
So excuse me
Please
If I need one or two
PickMeUps
Before
Breakfast
Brunch
Lunch
Dinner and
Bedtime
Or a man
PickMeUp
From the
Dance floor
If I go night clubbing

Like Hitchcock would have said:

Let's go out
On dark waters
Too deep
Because that's where all of you perverts want to go anyway
You don't care about happiness in fairy land where it's raining flowers
You want AIDS, ADHD, narcolepsy, funerals, junkies, alcoholics, ***, ****, ******, brothels, snipers, war veterans, drugs, criminals, motorcycles, accidents, models, size queens, gypsies, hairy hung cops, shemales, ****, ******, robbery, space aliens, punk, romance, opera, revenge...
And probably some splatter and gore on the side
No problem
What do you want to know?
I have no secrets

The simple art of growing old

Do Not Breathe
You're in a jar
Not ajar
The thought cracks the lid
A hurricane contained
The echo of a nuclear blast
Symphonies tossed around like nursery rhymes
A sigh slips through
Liquid nitrogen blood boils up
Heatwaves of pleasures
A short circuit in the ribs
Two missed beats
Of pain
One teary blink
Swallowed
A warning sign
About your name
Rocks slowly above
This fragile arrangement
Portraits of you
Remains censored
Behind vapors
Of John Carter
And the City of Glass
The sunset in rewind
On the horizon
Nothing new
Across an ocean of dull
Days and weeks
Then months
Of distractions
Of artificial busy
Of nonsensical importance
My protection: my shelter
A wall as high
As a blink of an eye
The jar wobbles
Stands silent
Its contents
Of numbing pain
Slither behind
A translucent membrane
Like a serpents egg
A honking horn
The lights green
Counting backwards
From one hundred
To be sure
The power of love
Is a black hole
An abyss
Of emptiness
Thread lightly
Avoid everything
Do anything
Avoid everyone
Do anyone
Stay alive
Do not breathe