Morning moon
Black holes and a rainbow
Too ****** to sleep
And that’s because **** it, I say so
You see, I am a vampire
Not one of the Hollywood breed
No fangs or a blood thirst
‘tis on the night that I feed
My pen and I do this dance
Across the floor of this page
With our mistress emotion
Sorrow, bliss, fear, or rage
To sounds of fire and pencils
Crystals cracked on your head
Worn out, head down
Into dark depths I am led
By you
Morning moon…

Let the rain fall
Down from the clouds
As do angels in sin
Or tears from their eyes
Allow the moisture to soak into
The porous concrete
Darkening its grey surface
A treat for the worms and snails who
Wiggle out from their soil underworld
The moon is bright
The air fresh
Cool and tingling
Like the vibrations down my spine
And sweet as the grapes
That fends off hunger
And thirst
As the rain falls
For the earth…

I am numb
Numb am i
Numb we are all
Numb nuns
Numb nuts
**** nuts
*******
****
****
****
**** my ****
**** my ****
Until it is numb
Crumbs
****
Drum
Hum
Numb
Stuck in gum
Or ***
Or drool, ****, wine and glue
Like me stuck to you
*******
**** me
I’ll watch
And use both hands
To tell the time
A crime
Committed
Omitted from books
Like cooks and crooks
****
Numb
I am numb
None
Nom nom nom
Numb
Succumb to my ***
On a street corner
Begging for change
It can’t stay the same
Someone might notice
Notice Otis?
They’re *******
**** *******
They must be numb
We’re all numb
Numb nuns
With guns
And **** puns
To **** tons
Ones and sons
Under one sun
A numb sun
Like god
God is numb
Dumb founded and *** pounded
Until it is numb
No feeling
No ceiling
Just sky
High
****, smack, *****, and ***
Up my nose
**** my nose
With a hose
Like one ***** hoes
No one knows
They’re all dumb
Numb…

Everybody’s going nowhere and I am far gone
I can’t even see the ocean the motion was all wrong
Just a sea of broken bottles and cigarette models
On the floor, so high I had to clean the sky
Never been an existentialist, cynic, or a pessimist
Just another body on the edge of metamorphosis
Clinging to a rope I hope will not snap
Like my neck if I hit the ground, oh crap!
I’m apocalyptic fresh and I can’t say why
If I do it’s a lie, see the needle in my eye?
Meditation, preparation, or a conscious legislation
Couldn't help the fact my words are often littered with abrasions
As if shock rock poetry could save me from my death
It could possibly enlighten but I wouldn't hold my breath
Now I’m frightened by the notion of a new world order
But anarchy is hip if you’re on this side of the border
I digress, what a mess if you know what I mean
But I've burned out quicker than gasoline…

Drip down a drain
down

down

down

through the pipes
away                    away                               ­                                     away


like you were never there...

Imagination Piranhas

I walk down the street trying to analyze what I see
Two trees in the shadow connected by a power line
A duplex, abandoned, dark and silent
Simple objects that line my path and hold some story
Some deeper truth ready to be unraveled
I try to decipher this meaning
To look passed the tangible exterior
Beyond the cells and through the atoms
For some soul or sentence
Some lost ghost ready to tell a tale
But I can’t
The story is muffled and the meaning is lost
Through the trees, beyond the worn down duplex
I see only more darkness
My senses have been dulled
Overshadowed by a vermin
A sinister parasite consuming the world around me
The imagination piranhas
Callous and cold creatures
They linger in the darkness and drift through the air
Like a cancer they grow, feeding upon the beauty of the world
Made of mortar and brick that house our civilization
They dwell in the steel and noxious fumes of industrial growth
Polluting ears with their diesel engine roar
Corrupting the space between nature and thought
The imagination piranhas
Dominating the atmosphere
Hindering analysis of the universe
With bright lights that blind the story in the darkness
Their shouts and electronic noise drown out the true song
A quiet song
The imagination piranhas…

The wolves are hungry again
I can hear them howling outside my window as I sleep
The blades of the ceiling fan hum and the cat by my feet purrs
Still their hungry moans prevail
Crying their grievances to the midnight moon
Sniffing and clawing at the ground
Anxiously awaiting their meal
I try and shut my ears in ignorance but they can sense this
So they howl louder
Like a choir of demons come from hell to collect the ******
Their haunting chant envelops the humid air
I can picture their vicious snouts snarling
Exposed fangs oozing drool as the thirst for meat grows
A pounding at my front door begins
They’re trying to get inside
Moments pass and I cannot breath
Only the taste of sweat on my lips reminds me I’m still awake
I hear a crash
The sound of splintered wood and twisting metal fills the house for a brief second
They’ve made through the door
My cat snaps from his sleep and dives under the dresser
They waste no time
I can already hear them strutting up the stairs
Paws causing a slight creak as they press to each step
My throat has contracted and sweat pours by the gallons down my forehead
The creaking stops
They’ve reached the top of the stairs
For a moment there is no sound but the humming fan
This is a moment suspended in limbo for an eternity
No thought, no breath, no fear
Just the hum of a fan
And then the sound of sniffing behind my bedroom door
I reach under my bed and grab a switch blade
Its false protection
It may take down one but they’ll all gang up on me
They’ll rip me and my cat to bits as the knife just falls to the floor
We won’t have a chance
They’re pounding at my door now
Not much longer
I can already feel their teeth sinking into my flesh
Blood spurting everywhere and staining their faces black and red
My cat screaming in agony
Both of us helpless
Another crash of splintered wood
They’ve made it through
There are four of them
Each faces huffing and smeared with slobber and wood chips
Eight yellow eyes staring back at me full of contempt and hunger
I clutch my knife prepared to die fighting
The alpha of the pack growls and crouches to leap
I hear my cat rustle from under the dresser
“NO!” I scream “save yourself!”
He darts out and stands on his hind legs
He’s holding a large pistol in his paws
He shouts “Die ******* wolves!”
Then begins firing
After a few seconds of loud blasts of gunfire all four of the wolves lie dead in a pool of blood
My cat drops the gun and jumps right back to his spot by my feet and falls asleep
He expects me to clean this up…