Cold
Stones
Under
Bare
Feet
The
Frigid
Lake
Blushes
Green

You're trying to read me
I'm trying to read comics

Too much blood in my sheets to be a superhero

Your hands like old dogs
Familiar and strong and soft

Her wrists are guitars
Playing the melodies of her voice

Your ******* are eyes
I will try to mind manners

Where I'm from
Eye contact is considered
Very good manners

"Oh my God- make them like a wheel"

Make them scatter like a gallon of dropped mercury, beading and pooling in their hot slickness.
    
Let them roll and shine like the diamond dress shaking as maracas shake slithering over Tina Turner's thighs with white knuckled, refracting fingers.
  
God willing, may you play it in reverse- scratch the film with burning fingers. Make the appearance of lighting emanating from your monochromatic super powered you.

  May you be blessed by holding tight to the time of the three F burden. Let them burden you wholly. Those three brothers: Fight, ****, and Flee.  Do them all at once: **** your urge to Flee and Fight your your own insecurity .

"Oh my God- make them like a wheel"

My mom was abused by her dad
My dad abused my mom
My sister was abused by her boyfriend.    
    
(and my dad)
My lover was abused by her ex
My closest friends abuse themselves
I keep  my distance

life is breathing soft
in between and balanced hard
between breaths of black

No vacuum jet engined cleaning appliance can sound like mountain wind drivin through leaf bare trees. Like a a wood peckers nonchalant brain damage or a boiling something in this woods.
The boiling is jabbing my brain like impatient school nun with rulers.
I'm almost there. I almost got it.

lovestruck Romeo sings the streets of serenade
Laying everybody low with a love song that he made
Finds a convenient streetlight steps out of the shade
Says something like you and me babe how about it?
Juliet says hey it's Romeo you nearly gimme me a heart attack
He's underneath the window she's singing hey la my boyfriend's back
You shouldn't come around here singing up at people like that
Anyway what you gonna do about it?
Juliet the dice were loaded from the start
And I bet and you exploded in my heart
And I forget I forget the movie song
When you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet?
Come up on different streets they booth were streets of shame
Both ***** both mean yes and the dream was just the same
And I dreamed your dream for you and now your dream is real
How can you look at me as if I was just another one of your deals?
When you can fall for chains of silver you can fall for chains of gold
You can fall for pretty strangers and the promises they hold
You promised me everything you promised me thick and thin
Now you just say oh Romeo yeah you know I used to have a scene with him
Juliet when we made love you used to cry
You said I love you like the stars above I'll love you till I die
There's a place for us you know the movie song
When you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong Juliet?
I can't do the talk like they talk on TV
And I can't do a love song like the way it's meant to be
I can't do everything but I'd do anything for you
I can't do anything except be in love with you
And all I do is miss you and the way we used to be
All I do is keep the beat and bad company
All I do is kiss you through the bars of Orion
Julie I'd do the stars with you any time
Juliet when we made love you used to cry
You said I love you like the stars above I'll love you till I die
There's a place for us you know the movie song
When you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong Juliet?
A lovestruck Romeo sings the streets of serenade
Laying everybody low with a love song that he made
Finds a convenient streetlight steps out of the shade
Says something like you and me babe how about it?
You and me babe how bout it?

The schemes and political day dreams of the polymorphic school deans
They don't know how the youth wind blows, how the bored thought flows. But there's something better. Those. Those who've gone and escaped that mind race
Those who managed that fast taste of freedom through blasted treason
Of not reading those books and setting fire to the reading nooks.
How's that for a reason?

I will keep being your hero
Gliding on nothing but cables and daring
Catching you to a cadence of pithy one-liners

I will keep being your hero
Beaten and bloodied by owls and doubt
Always with cocky grin backflips and in four colors

I will keep being your hero
With You beside me
Masks not covering flushed cheek smiles and kisses

Your hero
Will protect you
Help you swing a little higher
Fly a little farther

And when I can't be your blue and black gymnastics god anymore
You will still be my hero

Trying to forget how you gored me of my puffed up independence
How you slowly bled from my throat selfishness
How you dissected my lust like a tumor
How you flayed away my apathy
I'm trying

For your sake

This music is the country you lost
when you were born,
the cafe which never closes, the *** which
comes so close your pores are
weeping with longing, and never touches you,
the nights you don't sleep, the hands in their ceaseless
moving like birds, the conversations interrupted
only by dancing, the dancers weeping with their bodies
painted like eyes,
here where black coffee and red wine are the only
waters, where crusty bread and creamy cheese
flecked with oregano and pooling tears of olive oil
are the only foods.
It's the music you strain to hear through all the needy
ordinary days,
the music which will only stop
when you abandon everything to follow it
--because this music lies to you, but it's a gorgeous lie,
full of such craving and entreaty, the chance for nothing
to be ordinary, ever

God, im alittle drunk and I hear your crickets
They sound like sci fi reads
And it makes me smile.
They seem like a reminder of the woman in bed waiting for me to finish my cigarette.
Im laughing because I am so happy
God
Is that something your science projects usually do?
If you are out there....
Thank you

If the Bacchae couldve dreamt of our wrecking wracking lust, it would have destroyed them with jealousy.
Tiresias could never have entwined; could never have BECOME and transformed and engulfed and devour as we.


Down with the false idols of sensuality and passion.

Aphrodite is a roadside ****
Cupid: a fat, sickened child
Mother Hera is nothing but a jealous *****.

I lay down my cigarette fire sacrifice. I lay down my vanity and gladly offer a blood sacrifice of myself. All for me. To worship your body. Your lips. Your holy flame.

Hey, I've got an idea.

Let's wrap ourselves around a staff. Naked and entangled. Let me give praise to our passion.
Worship me

If I told you this:
Some romantic poem bull
Would I get a chance

You want me to stay
(Just for tonight) for some fun
Il gladly oblige

Greek snakes writhe blissful
Then you will hate yourself worse
And il leave angry

The trees around me
Six hundred years surround me
They'll be here past me

Fire fire burning bright
Said an eloquent author
The fire torches lies

Your friends all are poets
It's about truth I would guess
That raw jagged edge

Beer in hand. On porch
I realise at twenty one
My role is: Burden

Words flow four beers in
Poetry streams as water
Il write of my dad

Heavy breathing
Cocked furry ear
Sound - alert, then sleep again

In a Poem
You once compared me
To a cactus
I don't know if I can stop
Pricking
And bleeding lovers
But
I want to marry you one day at 35 (or 25)
But
I'l try
But
I'm not a cactus
I'm moss
And I roll
Baby

I'm losing momentum though
And it's too much to ask
You
To be my Sisyphus
I won't do that
Not to you or me
Because im broken
And sometimes sickly
Obsessed with my symptoms
Goodnight
And travel well

I was down in music city 'bout a week ago
I wanted to see the brand old Loper show,
so I held a cap and I headed down to Opryland
They said they sold their last ticked the day before,
so I kinda just hung around the backstage door
and down the steps she came, man oh man
My favourite female country star,
she waved her fans and headed for her car
Her tire, unlike her body, was very flat
She said, could you change my tire
I said your wish is my desire
As she raised the lid, I grabbed her bomber jack
She said I sure do appreciate you're changing my tire

If I told you who it was, if I told you who it was
You'd say I was making it up
You've seen her on the screen and in country magazines
You'd think I was making it up
She said it was our little secret and my gully,
Oh I'm gonna keep it
Anyway you wouldn't believe it
If I told you who it was

She said you need a lift and I said well,
you can drop me of at the York motel,
so we headed down Briley parkway in the town
I told her I got all your records ma'am,
she smiled and said well I be ******
She said, you're kind of cute fellar, wanna mess around?
When we got to my room just the people lied
I said sure wish I could've heard you sing tonight
She smiled at me and said what do you wanna hear?
Well if I was one of them country music folks
I'll tell you, she'd sure get my vote for the best performance of the year
If I told you who it was, if I told you who it was

You'd say I was making it up
You've seen her on the screen and in country magazines
You'd think I was making it up
She said it was our little secret and my gully,

Oh I'm gonna keep it
Anyway you wouldn't believe it
If I told you who it was
Well I tell you this much,
when I put my arms around her and squeezed her real tight
She looked up at me with those big beautiful eyes,
took a deep breath in the side and said:
"Howdy I'm just so proud to be here!"

If I told you who it was, if I told you who it was
You'd say I was making it up
You've seen her on the screen and in country magazines
You'd think I was making it up
She said it was our little secret and my gully,
Oh I'm gonna keep it

Anyway you wouldn't believe it
If I told you who it was

In bed
The blinds on the window stripe-
Your naked skin in sun and shadow
You breathe
The shades hypnotic bob
You notice my staring
And smile

Vain struggle
****** knuckles
Slow desperation
Fiddle
Mandolin
Devil Dancers

Ive fallen a mile before
I think il drop again


If my heart was a compass
You'd be true north

Rain falls hard
Burns dry
A dream
Or a song
That hits you so hard
Filling you up
And suddenly gone

Breath Feel Love
Give Free
Know in your soul
Like your blood knows the way
From your heart to your brain
Know that you're whole

And you're shining
Like the brightest star
A transmission
On the midnight radio
And you're spinning
Like a 45
Ballerina
Dancing to your rock and roll

Here's to Patti
And Tina
And Yoko
Aretha
And Nona
And Nico
And me

And all the strange rock and rollers
You know you're doing all right
So hold on to each other
You gotta hold on tonight

And you're shining
Like the brightest stars
A transmission
On the midnight radio

And you're spinning
Your new 45's
All the misfits and the losers
Well,you know you're rock and rollers
Spinning to your rock and roll

Lift up your hands

I look at your boyfriend in the sky
Red shouldered  and light years across
Sword at the waist
Hunter with a cocky grin
It's the image I project
I realize why you fell for me
But I'm only 5'11
My swords a stage prop
I'm a scavenger scared to death

Cement dump truck
Broken mind don't give a ****
About daydreams- half movie scenes
Reading veiled broken hearted threats
Feeling my chest
constricting
Ringing In my ears like at the punk show
You've always known I'm pretty dumb though
But il read it all
Saying "It's not as bad as it looks"
But I know il just be held in thrall
Reading your published poetry books
Bout how I nailed you to the freshly painted wall
Over and over and over
After the fall

Billy Shakes: poetry! Tis nothing but the product of vile fantasy, a pox on art and the cogitation of righteous men.

Billy Wordsy: And though with poetesses I often lie, my hate of the poem I cannot descry

Em Dicksdaughter: i had no time for,--
Poetry as once I thought--
Words puzzling leads to nought--

Langs Huwed: when you see words on a pa-
Ge I will kindly ask misters and misses that they remember MY work. My so-
Ng. That the workers may not write ... to the weary sax toon of fanatic reds.

Sylvie Path:a shock of light Pierces an empty **** coach corpse
Flowers shudder at the thought of the hateful word: Poetry

DD Goings: a poet slapped my(****** whole )face once and i(neverlikingpoetry) strapped him with dynamite.

April come she will
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain
May she will stay
Resting in my arms again
June she'll change her tune
In restless walks she'll prowl the night

July she will fly
And give no warning to her flight
August die she must
The autumn winds blow chilly and cold
September I remember
A love once new has now grown old

I'm a woodpecker
And a still life
Barbed tongue goes
BRAAAP BRAAAAP
Between legs and
Between that place of inhibition and...
Want
I'm a terrorist of young girls hearts:
Machine gun rattatatta  against ventricles and vulvas
I'm the things that go boom in the night
BOOM BOOM BOOM
Just loud enough to Muffle the sobbing
Like an explosion, I gather the local news and bored housewives
But the noise leaves a vacuum
I'm the woodpecker

Last night as I slept
I dreamt I met with Behan
I shook him by the hand and we passed the time of day
When questioned on his views
On the crux of life's philosophies
He had but these few clear and simple words to say

I am going, I am going
Any which way the wind may be blowing
I am going, I am going
Where streams of whiskey are flowing

I have cursed, bled and sworn
Jumped bail and landed up in jail
Life has often tried to stretch me
But the rope always was slack
And now that I've a pile
I'll go down to the Chelsea
I'll walk in on my feet
But I'll leave there on my back

Because I am going, I am going
Any which way the wind may be blowing
I am going, I am going
Where streams of whiskey are flowing

Oh the words that he spoke
Seemed the wisest of philosophies
There's nothing ever gained
By a wet thing called a tear
When the world is too dark
And I need the light inside of me
I'll walk into a bar
And drink fifteen pints of beer

I am going, I am going
Any which way the wind may be blowing
I am going, I am going
Where streams of whiskey are flowing

I am going, I am going
Any which way the wind may be blowing
I am going, I am going
Where streams of whiskey are flowing
Where streams of whiskey are flowing
Where streams of whiskey are flowing

Her voice is like home
It's unfair to miss you

You smell like pizza
luckily im a fan of Italian

****** that's good poetry!
Consonants strike like hot cooking fat on bare skin
Nouns flowing; a Jimi Hendrix riff
..... Or maybe it was more like Clapton?

Digress

You're welcome.
Glad to know that when blood spills
Some lands on a page. Making...
A *******? Nah,
That's cliche and lazy assed
More like those Japanese ink paintings
Before those cooky Catholics showed up? Ish?
smooth and elegant lines in spiraled mountains and heart monitor tree Scapes

I'm Hercules on your own Queen of gods teet (congrats on the great ****** Milkyway!) spilling that good bluesy verse on the
W.
W.
Dot

I've bled you dry for years, "warrior poet"
You're welcome.