I recruit
the virgins
to fly
a plane into my head

I wrap myself     in TNT
and blow myself

no one else

There in Jerusalem, Iraq
I ran through all the scenes
in my head. Came up with
****** man

Violence is incorporated
into religion.
It ain't
the first
time.

in  the foreground the past horizons backgrounds
remain stably consistent
in parallax focus the relative sizes of near
past over far
arises converges in a distant view
of fences shadows on the edges of fields of
diverging infinities,
darker plateaus.

there ain't no "Howl" in me.
Just the need of a fix.
       Love of peace and Jazz.
I still roam intrigued
   his passages, and mine here in Daleville,
among the cornstalks, my head can't ever stick out above the yellow
         fringed hayseeds.
I read of angel-headed dark Blake-like tragedy
the again coming wars, and I suspend,
        the beliefs,
that mine could transcend the dark of war,
or make a poem so right.
Or ever make a difference as the head banging
just keeps on.

writing
       ambiguously
tipping
        the scales over
         massacring
English?

finishing
       by polishing
it all by hacking
      to pieces with
a dull hatchet?

forcing nouns
        into untenable
situations,
       firing up verbs
smoking them
        in signals

sent from my tribe's
      only remaining
peace pipe
         choking on all the ashes
absurdly scraped up
            from the dirt floor
of my tee-***?
      
Or is it
me?

I obsess compulsively
in and out of continual focus
absorbing without effects
selective serotonin re-uptake
inhibitors, wearing out a path in my floor
as i go back and forth to the bathroom,
again    again   again
staring at a caricature of me
fixated on this one unruly hair
perpetually sticking up,
neither Brylcreem nor plucking can tame
all this irrational behavior.
I know all these years i have devoted are
in some psychotic haze.
I am bald.
But I still have
eyebrows.

If I were gay I would marry me
in alone matrimony ceremony
I would love me more than anyone
take a lonely honeymoon
to Niagara fall in love with me again

Have asexual *******
and realize I am me
accept me as I am
and live
happily ever after

visible

by shadowed
casts

with small artifacts
reflected

a small glow
in the dark

looking black

until I focus or un
my eyes

look askance and catch

it is not absence of colors
or glow

the why
I am

invisible