Trivial and tribulations
The hollow of her hearts still shines;
Under moon light dripping sweetly,
Escape from your inclines.

Bastille trumpets a song aloud
To golden fields a maize we carve
Our minds imparting solitude
To hold the lands again we’d starve
So still the moon light pours.

Drizzlin’
The minds' spittle;
Kernals in the kibble,
Eternal yearns little;

Little found inside
This ground, hallowed
Hollow is;

Fallow sound rebounds
Echoes in the resonance;

This breath is;

A Stigma, Isms

I rested on him,
And breathed in his,
A strong scent of musk
*** and hummus
Mixing with our intermingling
Sweat.

Pouring out was this,
His and mine,
When those freckled knuckles
Slid through
The veneer between us
And into clarity; I gasped

And held on,
Knowing
We would end
As all things do,
In a tiny death
Between us.

I’m lonely
Purposeless
Afraid
Of an empty future
Where every day slides by
Me, an existential malaise growing
Bigger by the hour, swallowing down sadness
With a new, shiny app and the latest distraction;
Calling my self an artist
And a lover
And a friend
Without ever feeling art
Or love
Or friendship.
Just this;

The fading of my eyes’ light
A whispering into my ears
“This is justice
For what you’ve become.”

You can write a poem
In a thousand different ways.

Here, I laid the words out
In prose, like one long rope

Unknotted, with the knowledge
That I will look back

And cut the cords
According to how

I wish to sing.

Slip your fingers in,
I’m needing.

Spread my lips
Apart to breath.
Give

And fill
This frame;

I’m dying.

Lifes a ride;
Gripping it tight
And screaming
Laughter makes the journey
Mine, and sharing the pieces
Smashed with a smile
Baptizes my soul
With Yours; Love Us
If you dare to live
Wild and free
Within the waves
We make a~part
Together.

God ***** ****
In a trailer park @ 3AM
Because They feel
This is the only way
To make it till Friday;

Then They’ll smile,
Wet eyes lifting the Children
They have not held
For too long
Because Their sins were judged
By a person proclaiming
they loved “Him.”

Struggling inhaling
A swelling, current
Mix of malaise and
Iridescent rays
Whipping within my 6th
To 2nd -

Is this normal
It’s not
Meditation shouldn’t be
This ***** filling
Royalling current of **** -

God, what happened to the bliss?
The breathing in until peace
Amidst a storm
External;
What did I do to deserve this
Everything -

It’s all spread in;
Sins, loves, memories
The currents of the past
Slamming against my dammed
For too long
Now spring 4th

Only by being
Here;
May I come to

Know these pieces
Long repressed
In armors rusted shut;

This is spiritual lubricant
                       It’s ******* me hard

Gay as the day is long! But only 24 hours? Too short too short indeed for such joyous songs! Let’s us line these floats forever dance until a new millennium shake and shimmy and march along to all these songs now written in the lines! Here, now, with all of us the whole ing thrush it’s imperative to shine! What is up with you it seems there’s something down - Your smiles long you love these songs but still your movements frown! Perhaps it’s this street, perhaps it’s these rapid weeks? No! Now we’ve found your solution it’s the heat that’s your pollution pour her a hundred drinks! Oh what now my darling my dear you’ve fluttered like a butterlove since we kindly parched your thirst! But now it seems these past three hours like you fight this concrete earth! Let me say I understand I mean this parade demands a man but shimmy shake through those thigh aches and you’ll be cured of all your cramps! Come march come laugh it’s gas it’s fast it’s all burning with desire! So feel a joy a real joy there’s no need to lie and lie...”

                                          **** this
                                                  Cry

Volatile molotov, no alcohol
Required. Simply wait,
Let the fumes build
Until combustion
Is imminent -

That acid
Ravenously climbing
The thin linens of your psyche

Pray,
Scream,
Cut if you must,
But do so
Silently

You mustn’t
Bleed upon their tapestry;
It has been bleached
Pure
And your moaning
Is an ammonia

Your love a glass
Best left
Un   -

Shattered

.

                    (If only I’d remembered
                       How to speak release)

This is the nadir;
My zenith seeming a Potemkin
Village in shambles.

These seats do change
Though, unsightly
beginnings may seem

Within this inner being
Kreminology obscured
Even to me.

But turning to that
Abhorred chicken
Scratch of emotions,

I find a felt tip
Guide embiggened
By tears -

Will such salty waters craft
A pykrete fortress?
Let us muster enough fiber
To find out;

The scarcity of clarity gained
From a three day aching
stomach
;
My only blessing, hollowness;
Hallowed this, I lie
Laying in an anguish

starved of satisfaction;

exists







?

eyes glazed, passing...
at magnificence...
this doldrum...
muddy browns...
streaks of green...
an ever changing blues...

a sudden crackling in synapses
erupting through the real!

a pale iris gaining
electric sheen!
a meaningless menagerie
collapsing into an expanse!
within this little slab of goo!?

this most civil
civilization’s educations
educate through
poundings in

Educate: To Give Instruction
Origin: Latin: Educare
Educare: To Draw Out, To Lead Out

HEY COPS!
FEELING STRESSED?
WORK CAUSING TROUBLES AT HOME?
EXPERIENCING REAL HUMAN ISSUES?
AMERICA UNDERSTANDS.
SO WE’D LIKE TO OFFER YOU
A PAID VACATION
AND STATE FUNDED THERAPY!
HOW YOU ASK?
IT’S EASY!
**** SOMEBODY
black

*offer may not be applicable after elections

~
   In my search for satisfaction
I became a rabid hog;
   Gobbling down in excess every
Pill that pierced the fog.

   Laying starving in their absence
I then came to find the clouds;
   More magnificent than all the smoke
I swallowed in that shroud.

   In this newfound clarity
I then came to lay with with you;
   The wind that whipped a rainbow
From my pain and hungry blues.
~
     So full from you was I
   I never needed
Sleep or sun
     So full from you was I
   I never needed
To eat or run
            It’s not your fault
    That I’m still
                Starving
     That I still
Ate you like a
                Pill
          So thrill me
       Darling
     Let me
   Starve;

                You’ll still be
  With me
                           In the clouds.

2300
Quantum Computers
Turing Test Defeated

Somewhere beautiful
A man casts his line into a lake
And lifts his wrist
Up towards his lips
Asking the tiny chip
Within his flesh
“Hey Siri,
Know the best way
To gut a fish?”

An Infinity Expands

every knife slicing into every animal
the blood and organs
the hands that hold them
the chemicals of blood
oxidation reactions
chemicals congealing blood
chemicals melting the bones?
bones inside the hands
pulling apart the flesh
vivisecting organs
falling to the surface
blood cascading
upon countertops stainless steel rocks dirt animals water grande canyons grand castles within the scaffolding
do humans think like this within the scaffolding of their minds?
of castles countertops stumps
the nervous system
active after death
fish whipping
twisting blades into the second hands
pain rippling through the other nervous system
electricity nerves muscles contractions force matter flesh  nerves again electric energy
pills swallowed before procedure
wielding knives while deep in stupor
wearing gloves to guard the hands
guarding the second hand
a single glove
blades slicing up the gloves
particles from gloves exploding
embedding within the fish
toxins
skin leathers wood synthetics plastics polycarbonates leathers
an infinity of leather guarded hands slicing pulling flesh bones muscles bleeding upon stumps organs crashing through the dirt

All of this
Before he inhales
All this infinity
Collapsed
Into a sentence.

“No ****, *******”
Spills out from the chip.

Growing up I held
A sword as shield
Fighting every day
To just be me
Submissive with my equals
But never giving dominance
To those throwing
Their weight upon my Being

Unfortunately
I learned to stab
At the tender parts
Of my father
As I sliced
Off the cancers
Growing amongst my friends

When I tried to quit
The fight for peace
Distance from false family
       (My love for them
         An open wound)
My father turned
His sword upon hisself
And finally stabbed at me

My sword my shield
My fire shattered
Cold steel
Became my skin
I hid in here
Until I couldn’t
Until I couldn’t
Escape.

To shatter cold steel
Mix amphetamines with pixie hearts
Let simmer for months
Then superheat yourself
With mushroom stems and drums
Until collapse
Careful now your armors gone
Careful now take two
Sublingual
Make three
Of equals
And open up the heart

Careful now
Careful now
Careful now

Purposes are like Porpoises:
You’re probably going to have to dive deep to find one.

I knew you would love each other
More than we loved each other
When I said yes,
But I still said yes
Because I loved you
More than I have ever loved another

///
The screen brightens,
An instant’s clarity
Before eyes split
In mind’s departure.
\\
Make it to the link
///
A sliver’s
Voice echoing
Inside a void
Craving an abyss.
\\
Make it
To
The link.
///
There there
Will be another
Peace extended with
A simple meditation.
\\
Make It
///

My life
                                is ashing
                         this pipe
                  into a leftover
             cardboard
       5 star resort
mashed potato box;
                          Last week’s banquet,
Three days rotten.

Old cat
Skin cracked
Saying “MmrROwWw” to me like
An angry curse
Ramming his head
Into the iris stalks
Spraying dead white
Across his mottled blackness
Saying “MMrROowww” to me like
An angry curse
Until I reach out
And scratch the cracked
Black body
Feeling his old
Shriveled bones
Coaxing his back
Into an arch

It must hurt
I think
To be touched
So old,
But more pain
Is the itch
Driving his ancient frame
Into the stalks.

I leave and hear
Another “mmRRoww”
Like an angry,
Lonely curse

“My dream date is after we’ve already been dating for a few months and decide to go out on the town. We meet a cute guy, buy him drinks, and spend the next few hours laughing together and maybe slaying it at a karaoke bar. Afterwards we invite him back to my place and get into some role play. I become Israel, he Palestine, and you The Goddess that helps them finally come together, even though Israel has to bend over a little bit to make it happen.

Confession: this is a dream date. I have to become really committed to physical therapy again in order to get my singing voice back for karaoke and I live with old country people so it’d have to be at your place.”

Starve,
But do not harden;
Their will

Be fruit to harvest
Before your belly
Bursts

Children will weep
In need of
The silent strength

That’s You

~

She screams
Again and again
Her pillow baring blows
She would not give
To you

~

At two huddled masses
A hundred thousand scream!
They paid good money
To rage inside
This sheltered stadium! away
From the millions huddled
In forced migrations
A million miles away
Another war
Another bombing
And ticket sales reach
A record high

A
Summer
Sun And
Autumn’s
Humble Rains
.
.
.
Washing Away
The Me
The Mud
Between
Toes

hey creampuff
huff this
a jar slides
across a flat and
fractured kibble holder
exhale
creampuff huffs and
~
Sounds unheard
Ripple through the *******;
Within here, Placeless,
Are places for everything;
Nothings slipping
Into Nothingness;
Effort-
Less
decay
~
good ****
amiright
his teeths toothless
gaps sing

Its twisting
   Spinning like a
Waterfall gracefully
   Pouring itself in
Its open lips
   A selfless gift
Never leaving
   Me to you
   Fading forever
Whole pieces
   Tender cradling
Always moments
   Of sublime