I pushed the roses through my eyes
to see fluorescent beauty die
on the broken wings of sunshine wasps.
I wonder oft why they sliced my brain,
why they sliced her ring,
and why the bluebird sings
of devils dancing sweetly
on the poor, dead morning dove.

Tip-toed up to your bedside and sank
between the sheets in serene embrace,
I could lay you with you forever
but I just haven’t got the time.

The reflections of your topaz glare
makes me wish I could direct your stare.
I’d build us a fire but I’m too afraid
that I’ll just burn us both.

We’re staggered in step
but I surely try my best
To keep pace and wear
this leather leash with pride.

Mood-stabilized eyes began to speak,
and I screamed up to that moon,
         "what's this you've done to me?"
I loved you on the day that you born,
and I'll love you till I'm clawing at the
woodwork and the worms.

If I promised to you that these eyes are for you,
a heart beating true to rhythms of Blue.
No pain will come near you, my dear, rest assured,
               my congress, my lady, I give you my word.
I’ll take the opal bullets with your caricature name, and
I’ll catch your all tears from the Autumn Diamond Rain.
We can send the Summer to the stone age in a trance
I can’t promise forever but I’ll promise I’ll take a chance.

"No more!" She said to trees
knocking her knees
against gypsum diamond.
Nodding to the sun now
with teeth chewing gun gum.

This world belongs to us;
  those who steal kisses 'neath the twilight thunder
while chemicals in plastic
melt in lesser ghost's guts.

Behind locked doors
in humidity, Steven
tried his luck with a
nose-full of buckshot;
Poor ****** lost.

I caught a sickness
on a September morning
when the grass turned white.

Oh follow me now
where the barrels were hid
for these are mistakes,
and the peasants are dead

Listen to gunshots
echo so slow
these are the dead children
of the Future of Old

And if, you lay, me down
stand up beside the lonesome playground.
Speak to the street vendor,
        ask for your change.
Pray for the autumn wind to
                         wash for the rain

Shall I make do
while they're laughing at you?
Throw it away and go
kiss the Sun for blinding fame.

Will you feel the eyeballs
that make you so high?
Throw it back at them,
and you can kiss it goodbye.

Will you forbid
what the graverobber digs
                 or will you awaken
                     the farmhand's pigs?

Neptune's white mistress
holds out shattered stone.
She speaks so softly.
This is her new home.

And for forever more
shut your wives out, avoid petty ******.
Wash down your happiness
with a cognac of love.
Feel sin around you,
                it fits like a glove

To win a king you must first accept the coal;
With your pressure and love be witness
to the diamond star you’ll unfold.

The binding knot of Jupiter
sent stars reeling past the sea,
and the gilded Autumn sunrise
was felt by me, surprisingly.

Though I wonder oft of paradise
the warmth does scare me too,
I'm not used to ruby embers;
Evolved to cobalt blues.

Amplifiers broadcast the last
cries of the desert sands.
I love the things you'll surely miss,
just please free me from this land.

I saw a white boy crying
about his broken metal music box
while I read the news that
dead men came crawling home through sand.

Though it didn't make me weep,
     it made me wonder
how glass would look
with them inside.

The Big Bang was just an
unplanned pregnancy;
God should have
worn a
******.

Walking in the bandit's orchard one might ask
is this really all that strange?
Are we only wearing masks?
But the question arising to be seen is not within ourselves.
It only lives in others, and in others it shall dwell
This fantasy eludes us, yet we follow it till death
And this fantastical journey we'll follow,
follow until our final breath.

The lands in which we wallow are tormented with this wish,
and the people who live here are only thriving off the fish.
It's December in September and Winter in July
We'll never know what our lives hold,
so until then we'll only lie.

Standing on shores with a sunset so brilliant;
setting up camp in the sands.
I'll burn the bonfire till your name catches flame
I don't know what I did, but I feel so ashamed.

Why lie to a person so enthralled in your thought,
            just lead them on a noose to a cliff.
The stool is not broken so just give it a kick,
and I'll tumble on down to the waters.

I walked into town after sand became glass,
and I conversed with a mad bartender.
He said, "son, listen here.  don't waste your time with beer,
'cause you're caught just like a deer in a storm."
I said to him, "man, just give me your nastiest poison
I'm lookin' to nullify these neurons."
He filled up glass fast with a laugh and like that
I was knocked on my *** like a child.

The storms came in, not too long after;
a maelstrom of vicious intent.
But suddenly light broke,
I was soon filled with laughter.
The past is nothing but a joke.

Raised not by wolves, but in
plastic neighborhood next to
polyphene barbies
holding hands.

My mind is stuck somewhere in solemn haze
                            between the hands of reason,
and though I'd like to climb the mountain,
I'd rather hang on high.

I'll kiss the dying dove and send her
                             swimming through abyss.
It wasn't me I thought worth saving;
'twas you I'd surely miss.

The brine fell softly
   into a binding flare.
A mindfulness left him,
so instead of dying he
turned to flying,
and crashed into the moon.

I was wishing without a scepter,
and the lightning struck my face.
Bones melting from your brilliance,
heart shattered by your grace.

You chose to wed a malcontent
for reasons known to Dogs.
I never knew the glow of love
Could shine so brightly through the fog.

This dusty dawn died slowly
While typewriters typed nights away,
but when you gamble all your love
that's the price that must be payed.

Is it too late for a third beer?
Why wouldn't it be?
I've got the time to waste
going nowhere
and somewhere
at the same time.

What about the motels we missed?
I remember the bed spreads weren't stained;
strangely immaculate given the circumstances
especially when one considers the hookers
that were most likely in that room.


A tip of the hat the the maids.

Songbirds sang, an angel cried
while I was strung out on the wind,
and I don't know time she died;
left wondering, full of sin.

Well, if this cloud buries
your soggy dreams
deep in the sea where
beginnings fade to ends.
I'll wait for you my friend
on the glass beach.

Once upon a time, thoughts arrived like butterflies,
but I'm still alive; what they want her to be is weak,
and all I taught her was everything,
as the dead lay in pools of maroon below.

Waves roll in my thoughts, and the cross I'm bearing home ain't indicative of my place , so I will walk with my hands bound on the edge of a Christmas Clean love.

But I will hold the pain!

Nature teaches girls to die
at the hands of tiny devils.
She cannot see you with those eyes;
washing mind with dust and gravel.

If I put that bullet through my brains
would I really be another cliche?
Or perhaps I would just fade.