The weeks are skipping and flashing my eyes dancing like red fire crackers
In summertime
And the heroic children run sword in hand beating the weeping  cherry blossoms until every corner of city sidewalk is flowered with piñata petals and hope of a better life.

I found a bone inside some blades of grass.
Could it be Ozymydias the poets dead king?
It must of been the knite who slayed his terror.
I was alone when his steel blade took my life.
Helplessly I heard the grave become my works.
The stone I read out loud around overgrown weeds
Soon opened up, and I tried to run away.
The yellow eyes like a demons eyes,  met my face.
the darkness in his corpse began surounding every grave.
My breath was cold, my shaking body froze as if he had a gun.
Then he ozymydias began to yell at my dying soul.
"Im ozymydias, read my works, Forget me and I will return".
"Few contempoarys have spoken to me, they who remember me
have my mark".  

My arm became a lake of flames.  
His claws penetrated my skin.
On my arm I saw his name.
In me now is ozymydias
the poets dead king.

I took his bone and ranaway,
And at my house I threw it
In the fire place.  I watched
it burn like a horrible book.

Oh man im getting confused again.
There are so many posible jokes to dive into.
My friends a huge ****** now.
I dont even want him to talk to me again.
Besides gossip I spilled my guts a woman for the eighth time.
She hugged my shoulders on a small town block after the cops left.
Im distracted because im lonley.
All failure kept telling me to do was to take my mother out to lunch.
Isnt it funny how tax returns arive in may.
I dont care to much about her.
My mother knows how much I need to impress my father
But im cravin unreal dreams.

He wont be a father forever say the shots of jack daniels.
It helps him become a son again.
His girls wont show up to have a good time anymore.
They ran away with some one elses son.
But he wont accept his fathers mistakes.
sometimes he wishes he never
had a boy.  He wont
tell everybody dad didnt deserve love
from his sons.  Hes still an angry child
facing a fathers neglected love for
the promised years they both lost
together.  Now hes unsure about who
his son will be.  But we all see him **** his
sellfish dreams sixty hours a week because
hes his sons rising steam.

Like these god dam eruptions
I cant stop doing what I shouldnt.
My brother cant sleep
Because im makin noises
And im condemed for eternity
Unable to wait for the solid blue sleep
Of dreams
Uniterupted by hick ups
Im a fool
Who cant hold my breath long enoupgh
To prevent murphys law from actually happening.
I guess the worst did happen when I died at eighty five
With out a god murmur or impulse
To drink like the stork who cant find
Anyones perfect baby.
Tell him it doesnt matter
Im saying good by to indegestion and lauphter.

I'm here everyone
And I'm mite
Be able to
Give you
The reason
For this mans funeral.
The truth
We'll
The truth
Is five of years
Of blow
And iced ****
Probably
Made us
Murmor
To ourselves
No ****!
However
We mustn't leave
Behind respect and dignity
Because we're all
Or some of us might end up
The same person
With out any caution
Like the poor dog
Who's lepton asphalt
We'll
I'm just as blunt as
What we were all thinking.  
Yes
Even the priest heard or
Considered
The human heart of tragedy.  
Even our boys
And girls
Loose the scopes of piety.  
I just want one more
Truth
Because I'm aching like
Some one else's deed body.

On the ferris wheel of hookey we
slow-cosbied
Drinking the canadian whiskey
Of hockey.  
The state fair below spun like a lit
dizzy dradle.  
Years later i found you at AA checked
Into shick shadle.

What is twenty eight from neighteen neinty
The clique I made  has moved to real estate
They conceal their tattoos with head shots
Waiting to split   the nest egg of their over easy equties
Buying every beach view with sand dollars.
It started in the mushroom headed suburbs
Under the grand piano ceilings
Where we placed our dreams
Up and through the water pipes
And dry chimney flukes
It rose with heat
Ready enouph to heckle the crows
Even with our worst winter's
We stayed and
Brought our souls through
Like Robin's hopping
In their tracks
Along the cherry wells.
Time is everywhere
Even now
Keep making changes
Even ten
Years will
Come again
More so
Ten more
Dreams
Ten more
Lauphs.

The gulls become packs of namads
And the burnt out  soul begins  to
Curse at the dim skyline
And never apreciates
Looking into the sweet taste of grapes
Inside a brown paper bag.
But in reality the birds could care less
One has an apple
One gets a seed
Calling  the cry
As if passed from one generation
Like a mother gives away her soggy brown eyes.

The rags to riches,
You know what's burried in the face,
The waiters ambitious nature,
A cooks heratige,
My friends are millionaires.
One day ill listen and
Learn about the secret
lives.  
The rags to riches,
One day the cook will
want me to know,
and so will the waiter,
I always wanted a......
Do you think I can......
I know.......
One day my friends will open up
like a embarrased oyster.  

What ever feels akward for week.
Goes away like a bad haircut.
I hope the bad hair cut never grows out.
Every face is bare and naked,
Tender eneouph to give kisses
the kisses that are couageous.
Ill never forget the times outside
my friends and I spent smuthering
eachother in lipstick.  Thats what friends do
Friends kiss eachother when the days are helpless.
Tell me more about being a rapper.
Tell me more about your resturant.
Tell me more about being a laywer.
Ill kiss you and say the dreams never leave.
Ill kiss them all and say the dreams never leave.

if you said to do what i was afraid of
i would use my pool stick case
and felony every red truck window
along my short walk home.  
if you said to do what i was afraid of
i would kiss an old admirer
he would feel my seems rip while we
play recliner.
if you said to do what i was afraid i would take every
******* chance i believe in.
if you said to do what i was afraid of
i would of waltzed around the pool pockets
ignorant, never even giving a **** about dollars and the juke box.
if she said what i was afraid of
i would of swung  across the table and kissed her.

I never lied to my ex girlfriends.  
They were the cross and I was jesus christ.
They were like wine, red church wine.
Now to them im like a satil loaf of bread.
They turned me into sour wine not viseversa.
I never snuck out to get drunk at the bar.
They were always asleep when I came home.
They were hopelessly in love witm me.
Now im watching the final temptation of christ all alone.
Please forgive me : Agatha, Linda, Zoey, Jesika & tina.
                                    Betty, cindy, linda & edna.
                                     Angie, sandra & pam
                                          & stormy & Bethany
Most of all forgive me for what I dont remember.
I didnt make up anything when I was around the guys.
my exgirlfriends knew
Half of it wasnt true.
But Bill, Tyler, Donald, George, greg,
Tim, and frank.
All know the other half wasnt fake.

There isnt D as in
Look at a dumb boy
Who cant tell time
when the minute hand lands
on six thirty five.
But the letter C meaning
Compassion comes like
The girl with cancer who  knew
I was Dyslexic.
She came back  and I missed
her funeral.

Crazy perfume you smell when the doors swing wide open.
Crazy tiny hour hands tell every manican your shopping
toaday.
You buy summer dresses 50 percent off.
You watch my world slow down because I am
hanging like a hat on hooks.
I saw John crowe Ransome buying a suite
for a friends funeral.
Still I think he just wanted to leave.
Before the mall closed toaday I wanted to
become a waxed tile.  Or even a plastic tree
next to the recliners.  ( I coudnt be anything I wanted in here)
My painted jeans arnt for sale anymore.
Because years made them fade.  
Now im inside new stores, new venues
to make happiness continue.  
Some how its all the same.
When did I shift places
because the racks seem full
of sadness.  I know where to
find mirriors even if no body
else actually wants to see
themselves reinvented again.

Letters of love.
Show me the barrier
That seperates continents.
Will I know
The oceans sink
The love I send.
Wrap me up in glue
And seal the words
I love you in the conflict.
Lonley is the sour milk
On my desk.
The smell of socks rotting
In the wrestlin room.
Brings back the yoga from moorakas.
Make me fresh like a corpse of
Dead chum.
Fill my heart in a river from the
Red eggs I killed and gave to
Crab fishermen.
The heads are open with clear kelp teeth.
Unwind the widdower who says
To punture her lungs with a knife.
He knows the pain and conflict
When she breaths to die.
Snap a picture to tells us 100 feet
From air yeilded a 25 pound trophy.
The stranger lets us watch his knife
Open a rare white chinook.
The fire we watch was gutted and rinsed
In a metal sink.
The deeper we dig into flesh
The more we see war.
But the smell of salt water
And white bones
Feeds fresh souls.
And smokes our dreams when the red metal who
Holds hickory ambers.
The solitude is unforgiven when I
Die in dreams.  
Therfore I wake up next to
The chunks and blood red wine
As though gun shots provide reflection.
Back pack with me in empty meditations.
And understand we all must progress
Into the conflicting heart,
And see what cardiac death
Hides behind the scary last breath
Of euphenasia in my mind.

No more komakazee crows
No more angry nehibors and
Their apple guns.
No more slow winks.
No more toilet bowls
And no more ham.
No more wet hair after a shower.
No more drooling on my face.

Remember that **** dog.
Remember you and him kissed like eskimos.
Remember sleeping in my train tunnel.
I wish I still played with trains.
I wish I still played euphonium.
I wish we never lost our house.

My old friend, is it time for me to go away.
You were the last.
The last pet mom ever will own.
She told us no more animals.
She cried tonite,
She said im so sorry soxy.

A longntime ago
A longtime 6 hours in school felt.
A long strected out cat
Waited for us on the steps.
I rubbed my face in his glossy chest.
I rubbed my third grade nose up and down
His body hoping for a play bite.
His tongue licked my ears three times,
Three times until he took a bite.
My hands resembled the bird,
The bird he never killed.
He turned me into a contortinist.
He made  my leggs cramp.
He made my matress his middle ground.
His middle my yoga sleep.

After showers he hunted my head.
He layed on my face.
He licked my dripping buzz cutt.
He licked the milk off of my first mustache.
He ruined the left over ham.
He made my favorite sandwhich
A challenge.
He could smell me open the can and mix the
Mayonase with pickles.
He left me a dead mouse on my train tracks.
He had white drops of paint on his paws.  
White furry paint,
Mom told us he had sox on his feet,
He was born with the name we gave him
Sox not socks,
Not the socks you get tired of wearing.
Not the socks you get mixed up durrning laundry.
Our sox kept us on our toes.
Our sox.
The **** cat
That really owned our house.
Hell always be sox,
The **** cat,
The **** voice my brother made up.
The **** drool I let rub against my face
Will never go away.  

Ill kiss him like an eskimo.
Ill biuld him a eskimo fire
And hope he chooses to
rub noses with My dog J.C again
I hope he goes gently into the nite (Dylan Thomas).

I want to know the blidness that kept his hands sliding and moving as if two scences were bundled and expelled from the already darkening white shade, pearling infront of his paintngs, There he found the secrets of golden asps and seductive tones
that manipulated Antonys weakness for powerful women.  But now the blank verses  of god and poet live to the imposible idea of finding secrecy and sharing the myth that his scribe would have to live with.  The hardest process of sinking your open thoughts in hot salt.  The painful scars of reliving and redoing to go out into the night hoping it wasnt your last.

Joey defrancesco  
Jazzes up  the house flyes
Just "in that order".

Spoons of coffee grounds
Slam my  procrastinations
Some dark thoughts are lost

A "mellow mood" ripens

You only have to stop
Just until your head
Decides where to turn

**** me now!
I have seen the moons hidden holes
The clouds move with narrow marks.
The houses stay!
The wild dog leaves to go in for the nite.
The washer stops humming.
The fan keeps turning.
The tiles a movment for grime and unclean hairs.
The waters a dying gasp for the brutal lover
Let me hold you!

soon twenty five more
as if years felt like a
rush to not fall down
those grey drips
who cancel words like
bare naked eye or pleasant
life.  Never get the chance.

The brown found autnm
Was inocent on union street.
And I thought of what he
He said.  
" why do we all turn dull
If necessary like the faded colors
Of running salmon".
Why do we inhale the thick burning air and never couph from
The  smokes obituary.
I was young
And navy blue
He was old and
Hansome stash tan.
A scouts honor
Grows into man
And I learned to love
The final stage
Of covered land

You gota be a monster to get what you need.
Some regrets are always not going for perfection
And yea he's way to far away.
The real man walks in  and gets close
To the blondes, red heads, the lovers
They want 150
They need 200
The real dream walks fearlessly
Taking what ever he wants.
Forget your *******
Yea if you let be free
He will overcome all fear
And huff his nomadic take over.
You don't exist he has everything you need.
Like fearless guts.
He says let me show you a close up shot superior ideals.

Let there be music forever.
Let Handel, the king of kings
love JZ forever.
Let them sing: Love calls us to the things of this world.
Therefore fufilling Richard Wilburrs promise.

I'm up before 3:30 am
It's ****** up.
I'm almost dead like a bomber
If you understand we've already made
A picture.
Your mother my mother
Slobs and drools like a ***** mop.
We can squeeze recharge undo but in the end
She gets ***** and excuses her husbands empty furniture.
Listen!  Money really is easy.
Watch.  I have a good check
But I'm drugging whiskey or else I'm
Giving advice to keep the man who doesn't identify in business.  
Pay attention if your already ******.
Don't give in so easy.  
My friends get me back when I've exchanged shirt sweater or bra.
We don't care we're only people in the end. I've filled up the morning and now I can sleep with chocalate moose
I cuddle up next to a closed window woith out blankets.  I can rub my face at the end a May and try to understand we're living only trying to understand how everyone feels.  Let me tell you they a
Feel better then we think they do.

You bet'ya  malcolm came through and
he made easy with it Mr.  Flood.  
I know hes forgetting or hes
choosing to be away forawaile, buddy.
Making deals feel like straw hats.
He ought to win this time, Mr.  Flood.
Or else his wallet objects to Ideals.
Show me more moments when I have
went away to exile because im slipping
on waxed  vanilla floors, face down
in suran saharas covered to sticky crumb
dreams.   Malcolms turning to our clock
gears now, Mr.  Flood.  Let him roast
like cosarole this evning, lets fix another
Drink, Mr.  Boomerango, for malcolms
singularity.  He isnt going to notice!

Regular malcolm knockedn in pool ***** alnite.
Unquestionable malcolm polietly goofed off.
But a stranger advice made our malcolm
unruly with himself.
It was a joke he heard.
But he needed to be serious.
Instead malcolm became to
***** and was consciencely warned.
It was no big deal but the same
people wouldnt quit thinking
about how to rethink a sanerio
which was not worth thinking about.
Malcolm left to finish his game.
Its normal, but he should of
hung around.  
I used to close my eyes before I could see
my life and every moment I dreamed
to look for.  Twice I missed out on making love
because nothing important ever happened.
I survived years never believing I had what
we see in other peoples talent.  All the world,
All the cars have me in their passenger seats.  
I never drove away from what I lost when
2010 couldnt keep the house from slipping
jobs with less and less money.  My fathers apologies,
Dont be sorry, I told you never to be sorry.  I caved in
last month  when my palms covered my eyes because
I remebered my name in permanent marker in the garage.
And my mother having to settle with the last thirty years she spent
Molding dentures.  Now a dream to her when she puts on a thick purple coat
In the cold reality that good work is hard to find.

Apluad malcolms quiet stillness.  
Unrooted like fallen timber, and now
to be a soiled waste of passion.  
Mr.  Flood,
Sneaky Mr.  Flood,
Poured ***** in the urn.
One more drink for lifeless
thoughts.  If it be the way of death.
If it be the way of death.  
was it an ugly truth,  Yes,
And malcolm knew how ugly it was.
All the world like a bag of oranges.  
Carried  in high frutose fashion.
But,
Malcolm has no say to be involved in any
more chancless pursuites.  It was for the best in
his case anyways.

The dial clocks in at smooth jazz
And out the window californias
a smudge of wild finger paintings.

The Currents attack like an octopuses claw
The dead dark musky scales unthaw.

Break me with all your fear
Im freedom at loss with tears
**** that seagull now
I was only young
You cant leave me here
I found my place
You were testing me
I found my place
I found my place
You cant stop the craze
I found my place
Leave me alone
Leave me alone
Its only what you think
Im not in your haze
Its all your sellfish rage
I lost my place
You are innocent
But i will move
But i will move
Please let me get lost
I dont want you
I am in your haze
Please let me leave free
I not in you
Im at my ending
Let it all move on
No more kissing
Though i was dreaming this
Like a **** head
Likrashitheads mind
I thought it could
Be a bad *** man
In his own show
I had my chance
I was leaving my self
All of thish crap
Screamed without a tone
Im living free
Im all alone.

in a snip of steaming
iron
a fire
ignited

She gave away a chance from heaven.  
**** a man and keep him humming
Was there a way to make him jealous
His mama wished he didn't love her.  
Only when their tear drops simmer.  
Did she know he had no lover.
Play these games until he's desperate.
Let him run and chase you to the door.
I only wish there was an angel.  
To tell me how I can prevail.
Let me know if life's a big joke
I can give up and take it all slow
Have you seen the age of wisdom
Tell them all it is a kingdom
Let boys play pool
Where the gals take home a prince.
I made a living picking up your garbage.  
And now I'm living like a pond **** frog
Wishing the moon will turn me handosome.
All I know is loneliness the bad sin.  
I can't fight your brand new lover
All I do is talk about ****.
Give live and I'll wake up sober
Pure my soul inside the broken glass
Give me all a leaf can signal
When it falls into a road block
Promise me love won't blow away.
How can ground come nearer
Tell me that I'm just a house away.

Malcolm watched,
Unmotivated malcolm heard,
Her promise of vegan vegitarain burgers.
It was her call of calls which she called
A mis hap
made malcolm turn away.
However,
I could of just stood still and waited.

My dreams, every moment of flite,
the souls of my heels lifting,
Rising.
Once I ran running  to fly over
Comencement bay, Her and I cleared every beach cabin
and crab ***.  
Her lips, my neck.
I can, yes I can.
We know,
we
Shouldnt, again,
Again, do it to
Me all over again.

Blue dennim, red animal shirts.
Rocket fuel, apollo escaping
her ex boy friend.
We danced for quarters,
The juke box muttered my name
inside every sunken ships hollow hull.

And,

Her palms shook my freedom
From all the worlds worst
Endenvers.
What the hell malcolm?
why didnt I go back?

Well George we made it through that raid.
I hope the Germans arnt looking for more.
We'll have to hold the reception out in the court yard
What court yard Gene?  It's a giant foxhole.
I hope Mr Dalton had thought to grab his camera.
He bought a leica   it's worth his house
Gene.
I can't believe it!  A German camera taking our moment.
Oh God Gene they almost took our life
Mite as well smile George  
Not even in America my love!
Not until we reach New York.

It's hard to see how unread the love we share becomes.  How strangely women turn off our solo.
White snow stealing the grass
So children can ride them.
The unforgiven gardens to secret
Soil.
You didnt know you didn't know.
It's all you, it's all you.
The Canadian geese chasing the ducks
Hoping for hand outs.
Is all we will ever feel
And all we ever hold back
Because our tireless souls
Have liove with our strange
Breaded dreams
To show our serenaded
Screaming psalms amongst the pitty of rainy days
And make us hunt those midnight
Martini kisses player fashion.
But now comes the kicker and we are settled.  To rap that we have lost our
Main vision forgotten so ignorently lost.

My husband went into the eye
Of nothing
No post card
No message from imigration
Ill send him my corn money
And peel mangos in chilli powder
With his daughter
Until mayday ends
Our stomachs lauphter
If he finds a way in again
Ill meet him at St Annes
Out side of the park
Under the oak shades.
If he finds a way in again
Ill promise to keep this family together
Eternaly.

Whats lost when the masses
Make a pose. All of them out there
Standing the streets
So natural and frozen
I could disapear for eons
Hoping
Ill live forever
Regretting the punishment
Of
Knowing I forgot my third eye
To observe

the forgettable souls simmer and
Rise into the open air
And fade forever with all
The uncaptured moments
In time
Un able to repeat the same exact perfection.

The world believes Mr. Best
If you want to know
He leads the town

Does he?

Its what im telling you

Tame essence
                                 Pretty country folk
His best bed

Coat of clear / holy roman mix ups.
****** shame that any son should foil
And
Ask on his fantastical fat-thick shoes.

(Advice to those kids who insist
On getting even with Mr Best)


Chip us all the old bricks of shattered
Glass domes.
White and red.         Curled acording to
Their litness
                          
Woa sonny!

                   Dont raise the wind in your
Arm!
       B.  Stay peace full...
Give it your Best shot.

the screwcap gets me everywhere I walk.

Pure whey protein tub.
Lets make boys body builders.
Gym memberships rise.

The mating dance changed
My testicles move a train.
Will you be my wife?

My love seaps out like rising chimney smoke.
I fill the air with all my burning logs,
And make the cats and dogs smell like autmn.
will you sustain my never ending flames?
Or do I die with out a chance in hell.
What could I do with out your oxygen.
Id surley burn out and never live again.
Can you decide before I meet my fate.
Its getting cold and Im starting  to burn out.
Why dont you think my purpose isnt strong.
Know this:
It wasnt the fire that kept you warm all winter long.

We've been stung so many times black bears drink our pollinated ****.  I always wondered if numbness equaled toughness.  You, Wrestling your whiskey den and  leaving nothing but black turds through out your furry funfettie carpet.  How hard working you were before the predawn sunrise of a meaningless morning.  Now the blue moon cries sobriety for half a creasant .  I guess it isn't easy to change a phase not when somebody already gave out the calendar.  Each of us circle holidays just get drunk next to a clock.

My poor washed up mother
Of fifty three has nothing
And I will never move away...

There were babies feedin on us.
There were tears crying on us.
Until we grew with ambitious hearts.
Until we changed with our young thoughts.
This was our true meditation for ideals.
This was our song.
We used to jump off fallen logs.
We used to land on soft soiled bark.
But we became confused
like a storm.
We tried to beljeved  that
our castle had alligators in the flood.
we dreamed we made out under fog
until we screamed for all the world
to know that our lives felt short.
We couldnt move.  
We were paraliyzed from all talks about life.
This was how we fought.
Tears against tears.
The  world looked fake.
How do we move away.
How can we struggle to find what is our way.
Im here waiting in  a sandy dessert.
My feet loose grip and I slip away again.
Forget about me
We must go on
Since we were never  statues for loves
frozen ponds.  The geese
the worlds worst tradgedy. And I realize were two
dead seas disagreeing.  From what we dreamed of the
Lies we once bought.  And cooked in posinous pots of hands
lifting lids in the rising steam.

After half a season
The hard dry weeds sway  with frost
A black crow  flies.

Is it the same crap next door
When she has to yell
And he's driving away with the loud music.
He said **** it and continued to work with
Her cell phone
Like it was any other army morning.

Oh how the mind ripped
Apart.  
My nature, my train of thought
Spun it's tracks.  
My broken fences
How I say forget it
I can quit carrying about the
Stupid beers
The *****
And the assistant doctor I was.  
Go home she'll stay
And you'll go home
Come in
She's gona make it
And maybe we can all ruin
The small edges
We can rip apart easier then cards.  
The wax
My muse
My disturbance
My week to say some will die at thirty
Your only a baby
At  23 leaving
A home with out children
I froze into a sumit
To win and regretted
The pain half way between
The sin of quitting
Ahead of much needed work.  
My mind raced
Like the stars
Which shattered a
Busted lite bulb
On black canvas.
And I said isn't midnight a *****
When your at the bar
Getting to drunk
For your own good.  
When your getting
A empty wallet
Tossed at you like
A varsity  pitch
Tomorrow some nice guy
Returns your keys and wallet
Saying
What the hell happened to you.

those ledgers over the earth
Chronicle five hundred years of the worlds worthless evenings and the animals still not alone, said it was alright during your grandfathers life.  
The sweat of his face for bread, while men fought over his commissary store.  Gnawed bones of communal brother hood.  On the instant father to father sufferance what are you going to say?
Sons who possessed half the world  exhausted any man to one city and all it contained he asked was pity and humility.