They can see the right now in our eyes
(I do advise)
They can see the right now in our eyes
(It’s no surprise)
They can see the retina in our eyes
(If one implies)
They can see the retina in our eyes
(It’s not unwise)

My mom told me to look both ways when I cross the street
Now my puppies pushing daisies underneath my feet  

On the day of Halloween back when I was 6
I was careful and quiet, in the burbs and near the sticks
Today was different, but I didn’t know how
A day supposedly saved for the devil would ever be allowed

I knew how to be scared, and I’m sure I felt fear
Being acquaintances with Lucifer every time I looked in the mirror  
I noticed I was whiter becoming the shade of a lamp
And I could tell that my eyes were progressively turning black

And so I left
My own reflection
I knew that I was morphing only in the wrong direction
Every ounce of good inside me was getting digested in my stomach
And when I ran onto my family I pretended I was dumbstruck

Never before had the thought of being the black sheep become so vivid
Now I knew I didn’t belong and it was something I had to live with
Bouncing a ball to the floor off a wall and back in my hand
Seemed to be the only thing left in the world that I could understand

Then a voice in my head reverberated like the voice of God
But this was an opposing force and it sounded quite odd
I couldn’t make out a langue but the message was unmasked
He said I was his servant and blood was what he had asked

My mind was spinning and my palms were to the ground
My memory erased and my soul was lost and found
I hungered for death knowing the honor that I bestowed
And so I pushed my puppy into the middle of the road

My mom told me to look both ways when I cross the street
Now my puppies pushing daisies underneath my feet

In a world where we ruin things just to build them again
We’re never satisfied in the state we’re in
Atop the plane of embodiment we’ve fallen to inhabit the Earth
Secret eso-life agendas, as we’re drained we find our worth
And we hunt beside the hydra aquatic manic menthol mammal
Disease hear me please I can’t feel the wax from candles
My good luck charm is somewhere eating in my garden
I would write to my God but instead I beg its pardon

Words are worthy of a thousand pictures  
And with a beat behind them it summons added listeners
There isn’t anything quite as beautiful as the quality of human-
“Are you coming home yet?”
“Nah.”
“Well soon then.”

Dean and I loitered on iron horseback
Flaked with nuances and peppered with a keen stutter
Our jokes had weight
Weight creates a gravitational pull
Our jokes had a gravitational pull
My clone emerged in the rearview mirror with his girlfriend
Dean and I thought that was funny
They were attracted to us, for once
We got a bite to eat, my head, like a gyroscope
Universal karma
Revolving, self-stabilization
Into the palm of reconciliation
Forced by nature
With interdependence
A means to measure
And counter each sentence

Minor minor
Folk not a kinder
Gilded shield of forest and water
Apex affront the king’s courage, reminder
The problem with pinnacle was hunting behind her

Trying not to look into the pupils of the sun
A smoke screen and *****
Pursuing soft unspoken ones
Halfway to here is there
Do I spin or do the clouds?
Perception prescribes the anecdote
Do I laugh or does the clown?

Burnt adolescence, the smell of survivors
The satiric regime beholds.
White-gloved landlords, picking at grapefruit
By what means was this chapter told?

By a pigheaded guerilla lad
In a trench coat and top hat
With an ego to the distance of the sun
Alcohol is flammable
To the ones with sharpened mandibles  
For myself, it was all jolly good fun

God cast a wave to **** all who were wakeful
Whilst I was tense asleep
God then cast a final wave to all who kindred slumber  
All souls to a heavenly keep
But I did arise in an earthly world
The second before deliverance
Now I am the last gothic plight
In the age of non existence  

God’s fowl doing was for the good of mankind
A disease on His first creation
To wipe the slate clean, tabula rasa
Was a decision without hesitation

I was left to pillage and walk
Under the overcast clouds of all angels
Unfortunate son to the Father of life
Of whom am I to be blameful?

People would tell me I looked skeletal
Not necessarily in an overly skinny sort of being
But in an organic, carbon matter fashion
Bone colored
Grooved
Plated
My ribs shone through my abdomen, still
My stomach protruded tightly
Translucent skin like a lampshade revealing
Three beams of muscle tissue
I should have been observed in a science class
I thought this while walking down the hall, away from the shower I left behind
Into my cave colored bedroom
Head first, body soon to follow
An archaic method-
My stack of literature playing the role of mammoth
About to be speared and eaten by my fingertips

On the shelf of a mountain
Preserved in glass
Is where my bed is
Precariously by chance
Until I’m hoisted to the basement
By crank and by chain
In gaping oblivion
“Oh what I need
Oh what I’d change"

The passenger window was coaxed down
Creating a vacuum
From the outer orb of the car
    Whisping violently to the back seat.
I imagined this accumulated mass of air giving me directions
Just as my mother would.
          “Next left”
Turning my head back to the road
The stoplights were my own private assortment of fireworks, it being so late in the night
I was their sole admirer.  The sound that the wind now made reminded me of the
Shutter of an old camera, looped, repeated, into one single strand of noise.
I was being documented. Perhaps nature is just as fascinated with us as
We
Are
It.
Pulling up to the driveway, the car and I were eaten and digested.
Every living and inanimate thing around me was taking photos.
With their hands over their mouths, politely, like a secret crush.
Fame doesn’t bother blades of grass.

Excuse me, misses please
    I’m a traveling man  
We both know at the end of this show
    I’m what the road demands
Now Lucy you can chose
    To wait around for this
I’ve got my storm-cloud voice
    And you’re standing in the mist

I’ve got a ticket for an aero plane
It’s my time to ascend into space
As it occurs I guess we can complain
Because our lives are ours to waste

He’s a chain smoker in his head
And a businessman with his hands
He was a cosmonaut at the bar
And a bear with the North Star

And then there was three
And an ember of speed
With a pat on the back
And a few grams of things

Mummified in plastic
Sawdusty pigment
“What street did you say you lived on?”
They showed up, and then we went

The U Fifty-Five Ten Forty-Six
Was my means to space
Knowing it was worth the risk
From the ground up at the ship I laughed before standard takeoff procedure
I knew where I was going
And I had all that I would need there
My suite filled with oxygen
  From the umbilical cord of the craft
And my mind filled with thoughts of them
How I’m never going back

  In my swamp of space
  My sandbox and womb
  I became the unspoken face
And the son of the moon

Everything in this world
Is condemned to music and poetry
Every sound is vibration and vibration
Is music
Every visual can be felt and
Held accountable by words
-words are poetry
And I am a troll
a clown
and a student
And I am the strangest
That I’ve ever been
-and I can prove it

Sleeping in the aisle
With the island on idle
Above looked of callused pewter

Impregnated tile
My Alice, stay awhile
If only my words could dilute her

Telephone poles become the earth’s rulers for how far we’ve gone
Another trip
Another travel
Another tower
I’ve grown fond
Of every face that I’ve witnessed passing through glass
Between sponges of green
And each spectrum’s mast

The moon is made of human skin
Freaks and inmates
The fish’s fin
Fine wine dinning
Mountainous hoard
This is where these things
Are stored

Gather inside
The stranger said
Day’s people and faces
Spread homage
In trance
To the most bashful of places  

Compulsive imposter in the skin of a monster
Hides in the drain of your sink  
Carnival smoke where the piper doth stoke
The needs and allegations of ink

Summing in the masses
Gather for spirit release
The haunting of music revives
And winks at the sight of peace

Lost Angeles
The stolen city
Reopen the doors
               and The Whiskey
To spare the pity

Sifting through a world that clings
She hates to talk but she loves to sing
I’d like to write a song for her
In hoping that I’ve found a cure

Shimmering Midwest dream
Duluth snow, south of the sea
Yes, sound is vibration, the glass is full
Love for my Mini-Happiness, Saint Pull

Well I guess it’s implied that I wear my heart on my sleeve
Because when love is spelled backwards the four letters don’t mean the same thing
And the bomb has been dropped time to move with god speed
I can’t believe the sights and sounds of my post apocalyptic speech
I miss my old earth; I miss my pennyroyal tea
I miss my girl, my sweet flower, though she’s never met me
And if there’s one thing I remember, it’s forget about feelings
Because I chased my girl for eternity, and now she’s bitten me
I’m still waiting
I’m forever waiting
Lying here in my undead state, if I had tears I know I’d cry
But my leg is stuck to this wall by chain; I count bugs to pass the time
Who lives here? What will they be? As these questions come to mind
A silhouette appears, turns off the light and leaves me behind
I miss my girl, my sweet black dove, my kitten and my swine
I’ll just lay here, I know you’ll care, and love me in due time
I’m still waiting
I’m forever waiting

There are two of us at the corner
We wait to be exposed
  Two of us, waiting
With secrets that we chose
To keep to ourselves
Within our greasy fox-like smirks
We would tell you if you ask nicely
But usually nothing works

Sub arctic creatures with tired banter
Within the white dirt holds children’s laughter
Polar by creed, the heavens are cold
Death walks slow when the Earth is on hold

Weeping metal in uniform bursts
Pass down the lament
From rock to rock
Sun to son
            Which was first?
             The hunger or thirst?

I’m as bad as it gets
And as good as I feel
The fallout has left me to die
And I recently learned
She was only concerned
Of my requiem
Chaos stopped by

So the bomb’s embroilment
Greets at my door
To the monsters and passerby’s
And away in a plane
My dear love disdains
As a widow
She only cries

The learning stone’s ancient tick
Divides silence
Causes tension
“School of fish”
Caught in a sink, watch
they sink

I’ll play the boy
And you play the girl
As we pretend that we mean
More to the world

My dull willed
Conscious
And blushing desire
As we pretend that we’re close
From between these two wires

You play the queen
And I’ll play it too
As we pretend that I mean
Anything to you

I see my life in
3rd person, out of body
From the little half circle in the wall
Where the mouse hides in its cave

The atmospheres melancholy roar
Midwest urban floor
Spoken with deep drawn vowels
Sweat like nectar
As Mr. Crow scowls
From gravestone to telephone pole
Emotion walks with a cane

I’m not going home tonight
She kissed my check goodbye
In the dark I am one but in the light under her sun
I’m not going home tonight

Piety screamed out for release and now
I believe in
Only her

I fell asleep and dreamed
Of theories death can’t sing
The souls that pass through aren’t aware of me and you
I fell asleep and dreamed

Piety screamed out for release and now
I believe in
Only her

The guardians’ eyes
Fixate on a fly
Death’s theory becomes prominent
In focus, fear leaves
The fly is unharmed
As well as excitement, disarmed
Thoughts become a slideshow
Ease of suffering grows on trees

This couch is warm
But this room still so cold
The lies you speak are new
But this story’s oh so old
And now the presence in my heart
Grows weary can’t you tell
That I knew right from the start
You’d drag me straight on to hell, yeah
Know that I know, I know that I know
I can’t wait
Again

And so alone
The streets breathe like smoke
The lies you speak are new
But the story’s oh so old
And now the languid smell of ash
Made me imagine the past
If death could take me back
Forget this bliss I’ve cast, yeah
Know that I know, I know that I know
I can’t wait
Again

Well I’m your left man baby
Keep this woman out of sight
We’ll I’m your left man baby
Keep this woman out of mind
This girl is talking like she knows me
Oh but please how many more times
My woman she left up north
To the wood is where she ran
My woman she left up north
To the wood is where she ran
But the trees oh darling
Couldn’t find her right man
The dreams don’t stop coming
And I’m losing track of time
The dreams don’t stop coming
And I’m losing track of time
Got to get me a new girl child
Got to drain her my empty mind
The road it’s my savior
Deliver me while you can
The road it’s my savior
Deliver me while you can
Don’t want to hear you speak baby
I’m still just your left man

I want to move
Like the nomad
Like the no-man’s
Land stretching from pinky to thumb
Enthusiasm kills quick like none
Other ideas pushed a side
Of the moon that never gets old
Man train of thought
I would never grow this
Oppressive




                                4 corners

Well they say Jesus was a sailor, but the blind men couldn’t float
So I just sat in the river and watched as my skin erode
Escape is a verb not used by the ones who speak it
Give love and take action on the ones who may critique it  
  
Let’s all pray for the kid who dreams in black and white
See’s people as colors, knows aura on sight
Lives to die to leave his footprint
And has been writing ever since
He loves the idea of people talking about him in past tense  

Life is so much sweeter when you breathe through your imperfections
You see it all in slow motion as it spills in all directions
It’s a theater of war between the sleepers and the accepting
Until you look into a mirror and notice that it’s not reflecting

Despite the frustration flaunting his bedspread
I despise the energy it takes to proof bread
                    “an hour at least”
                               No
                      I’m quite nocturnal
I stay awake with the moon, owls, and turtles
Who play cards in their shells
Subconscious betting
As we ante up because
Every son is setting, out

The black dove is perched,
near its keepers gritty window
clipped at the wing, and blown to the past
Destined for insanity, alone
in his cage
never to breath
to fly
to last

Where there is hope, it ceased to believe
of such an idea, this bird could conceive
His keeper, in pieces, swept up by high tide
his mission unknown, black dove suicide.

Was it as easy for you
As it was for me
To drop your defenses
And live our lives out eagerly
The over anxiety from my loves lack of piety
Or better yet how I tried to populate her minds society

With the idea of an image
We both dreamed to consume
The dark goddess
Breathing new life into my futures sullen bedroom
But the way her mind acted as prison guard for what her heart truly wished
This tiger was trapped in a cage of life’s never ending vanquish

And I gave with my heart
My will behind my ideals
Every artery embroidered on my arm slowly splits and spills
The red liquid that we both seemed to hunger
My music and my words that breast-feed this god-forsaken thunder

The concept of time appears to lose all of its meaning
Distances in space are
Disregarding and demeaning
For the depths that I’ve reached
Engulfed in this woman’s shadow
As she gently cut the cord to my everlasting battle

With life
With love
With all of the above
Scapegoats and memories in a field of push and shove
A ****** of myself, the things I can’t control
If love controls my fate, then let my future go

And I wish I could hate you
But I’m too busy trying to relate to
Your brains past events that caused
This corruption of the person we all knew
So true
But now the feeling of fear in your heart
Has single handedly reattached the strings of puppet manipulation to your trembling arms

And I curse the day you realize your heart has no vacancy
Undermining the unmotivated prayer of “God wont you **** me please”
Understand that your art is something to guide you through the thick and of the filling
Of the cup that was once half empty, but now has shattered and is spilling


On the floor, that I lay
Head like a ball of clay
The summer was a time for me to digest all that was on my plate
Music and syllables to describe how I felt when you looked me in the eyes
Still sit in my note books but I no longer ask the reason why

I didn’t know better
From the decomposition that you dealt
The anger, lack of pride and destruction of myself
Left behind, no longer
No time for this distress
I’m moving forward through this desert
On my everlasting quest

With life
With love
With all of the above
Scapegoats and memories in a field of push and shove
A ****** of myself, the things I can’t control
If love controls my fate, then let my future go

I know where your life is
I know where you live
At the corner of sorrow and solitude
Across the street from sanction and bliss
Children playing at your doorstep turn
A lighter shade of blind
You look to seal this empty lot
You look in hope to find
I know where your life is
I know where you live
Near the old church by the drugstore
Near my grave, you must forgive

Under hung from the sweet tarnished leaf
The lingering sent of ash
Softly breathed new life into
January’s subtle bow and curtsey

Overwhelmed by the bitter glossy fog
The swaying sent of twig
with anguish blew harsh winds into
June’s sacred lost and found

The sun of astrology and the tarot card of mirrors
Tired reflection underlining the tissue of fears
A four-letter word that crawls through the years
Black works well with the mind it clears

I use to pride myself, on my art of stealth
Creeping through shadow, for fear and for wealth.
Silence the hunted
Slit their guilt
Patience is golden from the chair I have built.

The stage was set
the moon on high
our time has come
to say goodbye
the road unending
the walk so bliss
it's time my friend
for one last kiss.

Caught in a haze from your natural high
Artificial sweeteners to get me by
I lost all sent, your Persian sigh
Lust and Life
An evening sunrise

Bed sheet man
Sitting on his hands
Everybody wonders
But nobody has a plan
See him in a crowd
See him when he’s proud
Everybody asks
But nobody asks how

Feline photograph
I suppose I’m glad
I guess so
I guess so

Mary had a little plan
She’s doing the best she can
All the kids thought it was absurd
But Mary knew that she was a bird
Locked in a car, how she’d come so far
Mary had a little plan

She didn’t know how to drive
No she hadn’t been long enough alive
The keys were just sitting out
She knew what thrill was about
Climbing to the front, hands on the wheel
Mary didn’t know how to drive

The garage was sealed to the floor
Mary hadn’t smelled this smell before
She was dizzy but she felt kinda proud
She started up that engine loud
The gas grew thick, and poor Mary felt sick
The garage was sealed to the floor

Mary had a little plan
She’s doing the best she can
All the kids thought it was absurd
But Mary knew that she was a bird
Her body was dead, but flew like a bird in her head
Yeah Mary had a little plan