I've been a drunk for twenty years.
I buried the dead and rise each day.
I lie, I steal my self away.
Under all my greedy love.

I am so old with my reget.
So much older with my past.
Bought with gallons of the beer.
So intimate my fret.

To melt here all alone.
In the mire of muck and murk.
I beg command of lights command.
To dare the stein its foam.

I fell and then asunder.
To dreams of dreariness.
Through this world of light I blunder,
Under it's awful sun.

That singed my back with crease and crack
And slapped my pallid face.
To sluggishly descend my form
tattoo and debase.

So slowly sear with blister bare
And on a cruel light binge.
And shuffle to oasis
To seek the deserts fringe.


With foot steps so determined
As I beg to nap.
To see the stars and next a day
With pain to be my map.

Of the heat
Did Solomon speak,
"walk or be you dead"!

With object clear and prospect grave
without the time for dread.

So shrill the voice that said it clear
0f the prospect, dark decay.
And from this valley ever dry
I do now walk away.

You wander through a sandy grave
with headstones made of dunes.
And cheaply bought are runes of pain
In an arid doom.


So i walked
And so i walk.

With light above that mocks.

My face to shade of grey of this
As I melt beneath the sun.
With skin of white to black and ash
And stride became a run.


My measured fear with loss so near evaporated soon.
No face to palm at heats alarm
At this my wall of backing.

So bid farewell to scarab sneer
with haste in lands of folly.
Or ever thirst of water dear
while waiting near a well.
And be as me on the hottest day
with a cup of hazard.

To flip a coin and part a wave
In oceans made of glass.
And dream again
with what was done
now firmly in the past.

What does lead taste like?

Is it a sour cancer.
a sweat burn
a heart that sees another
but walks to it own tune
and never lives a life of another
the pause within a beat
at heart that stops
and quiivers

lead is made from time
beyond the shimmer of the
ore its home is uranium
and what it became was fuel
we were met with us the consequence
of indifferent isolation
when edison said no to darkness
and almost pulled a stone from a calloused hand
and then to doom and all destruction
a silent death
our almost lost ego
to our isolation we went

by rules, its learned
from young earth, the sum of ourselves
are the cooperation of parts
tthe warming of newer hearths
and resignation of all isolations.


be it value
by it valor
by the venue of the
seeing
now the consequence of open boxes
did we we become culpable.

be you a mighty thing
that owns all of creation
station of the master's word
destroyer and disaster
and the fondest memory i will ever have

with every deed small  unseen
underappreciated
forgotten in a second
discarded and forgotten

yell, hell.
yell hell
I'll see you there.
we do this with abandon

and i will always have your back

I have this hope
to  reaching out
I have for you all
hope
a dollop of compassion now
is ferryman naught sought

because it was when we were children and you said can i be your friend

and i said yes

what am I?

it carries much weight
but not of the world
but of it's scaffold
to the glimpsing of worlds

it's nails are not bent
it's foundation not beauty
to forward a purpose
in hurry it's duty

holds paint
at low hight
with seldom seen
cracks
with the killing of dogs
and runs from its tracks

it runs past it's brother
trapped in a box
to showcase it's house
of plastic and leather

it moves to new houses
with changing of weather
and into a mouth you dare never ever.

I had a date with death today.
She called," I'll see you now".
I'd not replied to this a debt,
so bartered with tomorrow.

It wasn't fear of oath of I owe
To the gruesome, of the nether
The morning mock or sneer at end
Of the contract both we signed

I know I'll rest within the after
I was born before the dawn
When stars collapsed and coalesced before all gravity

So shakey yet not ounce of fear
To the leasons reprimand
I walk into it joyfully
This parting I now own

My balance due at end of day
Was a bodies test of time
To daily always disregard
But, finely printed line

So fury struck at end of clock
The hour of amend
Time stood static
Of it's self
At the peering of my end

So I did not speak it's name
Too common on all tounge
By coward act yet full aware
False principle undone

But still It came and as i begged
For maybe one more day
Did i also pray the sun
would die upon this day

It the fox to find a den
The raven to a bow it's home
The shrew to dig into the earth
And the trout to freeze below

The ice the snow
The months from sun
With peace i make the dark
And dark so early every day
Drawn and ugly grey

Be it by a God the hazy
Still waking to the lazy
Of the so much he to do
But mostly very little

But with the will to follow through

To makeing him a a man
And man to make a flame of such
of Oppenheimer's warning

I have now become as death
And the cool of Earth's command


So to cooling was to warmth
The march into the spring

The step into the light
The blossoms april brings

The waking of the things that sprout
The children of a forest Stout

Pine and oak speak to each other
But of this work god i do doubt

Going home is never hard
Its the road that walks away
From all the hope of what you thought
You were until this day

Roaming is unusual
Strange and filled with strife
Thats why its called
Agoge
Not the Piper o so pied

Half measure be a curse
For each color counter each

Be it purple of the regal
Or the brown of coffer breached

Yet life is of the now
In the mirror see it so
Walk away now you young man
You have such seeds to sow

Alone so be us stronger
Be strong in face of this
Or fault if you so disregard
Of Eden and it's bliss.