The room was clean from the middle of the street
The lady we spoke to seemed fairly sweet
According to myth the set was nearly complete
I don’t know why we had to go

I could smell the way you looked through me
We could dip or we could flea
There was a cap on how high we could succeed
They played a game inside my head

You removed your smile and I removed my shirt
The lake that I washed in was mostly dirt
But you still couldn’t tell I heard
All the secrets you told to the fish

Everyone sang but nobody was in tune
I sang to but I started too soon
You were upset that the quarter came to ruin
I was unsure for I didn’t pay an ear

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.

Bone mice and malice
Splint sores and callused
Morrow moths in chalice  
O dear friend Miss Alice

In a cave my shadow is broadcast on wall
A recollection of forms and participation for all
Smoke rings and incense for an instance of alone
“A hermit” I said aloud, in the place I call home

I would sacrifice all the light in this room to the devil
Whatever the weekend is drinking I’ll surely be at it’s temple
My rent doctor soothes me when she aches my pains
And patches up the walls from when I hate the game
I
Cut the shame and I sit on my rock as
I
Stalk the kids with their neighborhood chalk and
I
Mark the places where the bullet casings and shrapnel
Were caught lodged in the arteries of the deputy court marshal

Don’t discourage the obscenity of senators on their wedding day
If you follow me I’ll speak of thee in the highest at my eulogy
I don’t consider in the nearest the “hop-ability” of daddy dearest
Oh and by the way, there’s a tip jar on your way out.

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

When I came up from my sister’s basement, I might have been a ghost. Expired and void, curious and confused. Her baby’s, my niece’s toys, were rivaled on the floor, but nobody was around. The sliding glass door was open, screen still at attention interceding bugs from our living quarters, but everything was unlocked. It looked as though people had been there just seconds before and suddenly dispersed leaving it in ruin. Maybe I had died in my sleep, and can no longer see people, just the things they manipulate. Could people see me?  In this strange quiet stillness?
I always think the worst when I can’t find people. Like they’re being held at gunpoint by some ski-masked kidnapper. Or that I’ll find them drowned in the bathtub after I am forced to break the door down following a few seconds of no response. Would this be reality today? I decided to wait around before abandoning the scene and going home. Swooning the mesh of the screen door aside, I squinted my eyes severely from the extraneous glint of the sun after I had been asleep for elven hours. My untidy bedhead flanged out behind me like a peacock’s feathers. I noticed this while rubbing my eyes, catching my reflection in the glass part of the door. The deck my sister’s husband built was a sunlit Mayan orange; you could smell how the wood had dried after the thunderstorm preceding my sleep in their basement. Still, not a peep of human interaction.
I trudged back down the stairs in the desolation of the lonesome and languid house. The pit of my stomach enjoyed the idea of being a ghost, feeling like I had just gone over the edge of the first obligatory drop of a rollercoaster. Wanting to gather my things, I turned the handle to the spare bedroom in which I spent last night. My body was still in bed, comatose in what I could only imagine as being Death.

I avenge the young
With my cheek in my tongue
And with the lyric of a silent cardboard man
We consume the rug
Beauty swollen as a bug
We will use all that we possibly can
They looked at us sour
Wealth fully to cower
And recoil to their sweet nesting clan
I assume the worst
As my bubble won’t burst
And acceptance has just hit the fan

The film Jim was watching was in
Black and White. He’s seen it before
And I
Was a few rows behind.
He loved the theater because it smelled like home
  Before moving away from Minnesota.

His face was medieval, sinister and proud
He suffered quiet desperation
  And hid it between his brow
The movie, epileptic, machine-like and loud
It was a retelling of the Great War
   And it drew in a crowd

  Jim’s favorite part was the silent scenes
The yang to the firefight and circus
  He’d joke and smoke and nudge his fellow solider
Mind without body in a movie without purpose

The film Jim was watching was in
Black and White. He’s seen it before
And I
Was a few rows behind.
He slashed his wrists in his seat that night
Because his body couldn’t live without his mind

In a pinch
I winced just an inch
Convulsing from the crack in the
Windowpain

No blanket could
Banquet and save it, sadly
I pinky’d my way between lanes

Petite fingers clasped
Wrapped and entrapped in
Sobbing troubled twines

My abdomen, held
Felt body bouquet and meld
Love in the most inquisitive of times

Check your perspective and be a
Prospect of the product
Produce a lot of life
And place the puzzle out of havoc
Luck was my lady
Dependence was her cue
If my serpent had ascended
She’d show her red white and blue

The Sun struggled through the foliage
As we got closer to the leafy edge_

My tongue rebelled against my mouth
Describing it as far fetched

The fruit tasted of mostly water
Heaven forbid from Father to daughter

Said “Knowledge was wet as a serpents tail”
Tale of two kinds who tindered a trail

“My test was freewill when all things are good”
Earth and Heaven divided divinely, so should

“I propel you away for love and for pain”
“Never before and never
again”

In an aquifer I’m passed through heterogeneous soil
Life above ground was managed but with little time to toil
I sink completely calm, I stand smug in an upright position
Instead of becoming cleansed I relay the earths quiet composition
Now the further down the better
Oh the more organic I embark
Noticing not the slightest tension
People look rather well in the dark

The camera fixates on a face
-closer
Dampen the impeding surrenders
September daydreams of Jade
     Natures force was made
For mass production

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.

Myth thy chariot
   Sons and hours
Away in a minute
   The queens do scour
Frightened by the pen
Ambient daughters
Frightened by the pen
The sword does slaughter

I’ll be right
Within
The Isle of Wright
Begin
The sacrificial lamb’s ascension

There we’ll dance
Because
The last of chance
We must
Continue the journey on foot

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

There’s a hole in my head where the thoughts come out, and
On occasion it appears to take the form of a mouth, yet
Predominately speaking while the Earths water is leaking
I’ve tried to find the way to stop the whole sky from falling down

I’m setting fire to the soil, allowing the desert to bloom
I’m setting orange cones and speed bumps to stop the tide from cutting loose
I’m setting stone to the classroom to splice the air from out the sculptor
I set the standards to the line of “Thou shalt not doubt 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

I’m unsure if she’s right but I’m right that I’m sure I don’t know
And if the truth truly hurts then I don’t want the truth to show
I’m trapped in this bliss from the gaze that emits from the floor
When she opens the path with her light, I want to be sure

When she lie
When she lies

She tells me I’m one with manipulation of words
She kiss me goodnight, hitting me right where it hurts
I don’t know the why but the window and sky made me think
I looked at the moon and right there decided to leave

When she lie
When she lies

There’s a glass of water on a dark wooden desk
I taste a little then spill the rest
I slept for an hour but awoke from the storm
There I coil to the window in my natural form
I touch the shade as the velvet of Earth, and
I count the steps to this point from my birth, and
There stand I, aware but detached, as
There could we, but our lives falsely clashed

Willie Johnson stand out in the field
Nobody treat him wit respect since mother is dead
He look up at the cave
Still a boy in man’s rags
Father and elders tell em the devil lives there
Ain’t nobody supposed to go in

They’ll tell you that y’know
That the devil lives there so you don’t go in
Could be boy Willie’s a cave or ya own heart
They don’t want you to go in
They don’t want you searchin’

-What happened when he went in Pa?

I saw the inside of a cave

Unzip the Earth
And there, you have Mars
Squash the feat on sight
And extinguish all records of ours
“It’s not worth the time and the hassle”
The vagrants cried and started to shout
“I’m sure one way or another-
It will figure itself out”

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

Are you needed at all?
Dung beetle needn’t stall
Make haste to your quarters
Not needed at all.
Are you producing at all?
Your sister needn’t call
Your choice of words is merely
Cause for her to fall.
Are you human after all?
The family’s income needn’t stall
Make haste to your death dear
Not needed at all.

Sepia dust at
Dawn they rust
And stick to the English
Air
    Streets do shine
With love in mind
And fix the past
   They bare

Have you ever had The Collection?
First you need a black jacket
And a musket ball and rapier.

You need the devil to watch you on t.v
His goat hoofs crossed as popcorn ejects from his mouth like packing peanuts.

You need a woman
Infuriated flesh from brow to cheekbone  
To which, at one point, love you have shown.

You need to move
And move


                  And move

Can you remember?
When you were young
All the lightning and sirens and wondering aimlessly
Tell me how often did you say the names that you once called
Run to them now
They’re made out of concrete and fueled by dismantled
Repetitive sidewalks and drippings from candles, they’ll burn you alive
Speak to them now
I’d ask for a recap but your hands are shaking from
Secrets and torture the elders mistaking of fool’s gold
Clap for them now
Yes they’re misleading I honor your reprise
Stop they’re retreating we need them back into our lives!

“Leave little to the imagination
and more to unbiased opinion”
Said Adam, to the Evening
“I know little of wall paper patterns
and even less of God’s dominion”
Continued Adam, to the Evening
“Give them all they came for, give them all they want
You see, piety is no religion, just as a word is not a font”

Now that I’ve seen the phases
Seen the faces
Of the sun
Now that I am lifeless
I fight this
Heaven I don’t know
Now I know I don’t know better
So go get her
Like I should
Now I’ll go and reach our savior
Behavior
And some nicotine

What we learn we must remember
Dismember what
We loosely hold to hate
As a kid I held up ceilings
While believing  
Success was worth my fate
Now I know my head was cycling
It’s frightening
Paranoid in present day
Now I know just what my life was
It was the right one
And all I did was live

I walk and watch the plane ascend,
Expecting an explosion, a means to an end.  
From earth, I’d feel the heat on the left side of my face.
A mustard coating, as the souls climb towards grace,
Is it wrong to witness a terrible thing?
To find weeping metal in a fiery ring?
Where humans once manned,
Mankind’s fleshy hand.

I continued my walk keeping track of the sky,
The plane never crashed, but still the souls climbed.

Butter in the dime
Time starts to stutter
Crash the car in the lake
And throw the keys in the gutter
Wait for the mud to dry before you try to wash it
Clean the records off the witness without protection from the faucet

South of the border
Meet a man named Cruz
He’ll know a place to stay
And he’ll tell you just what to do
Live a life of luxury and reap the harvest you have sown  
Until death do you part you’ll be the one who’s never known

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

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

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 bit crusher and asteroid farmer- married at the age of twenty four.
It's a bit tougher as her dad would alarm her-
To be carried in a cockpit evermore.
So decade to decade and a millennium of light speed brought them to a sound of space and time.
An offspring they would bare on winter by a hair of a planet that was
covered in lye.

Self-destruction of the mirror
The things you hold dear
Dinner for one
Ego
Salvation is here
For the year of the snake
Holds a spot in its place
For these creatures
Eyes
Make up most of their face
The creatures disposed across
Thursday’s bathroom floor
Sick of December's lifts and lies
The months have been used twice a week
As the mirror gets a crack
Because part of us died

For all who have loved
And
For all who have lost
I have felt neither
So who is at loss?
The ones who have had
And so abruptly fake
Or the one who has nothing
But his soul to take

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

Awaken my demons, I’m always at
Bay
Stay
Faces turn slightly, they know me by
Name
Stay
Over the mountains my free will
Escapes
Stay
Guarding you tongue when it likes what it
Tastes
Stay
I’ll let you know
I’ll let you hear
When it falls
When it falls

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

Have we been introduced
I’m the ******* kid
We met on the screens
Do you remember the screens?
Do you remember me?
I’m beneath the skin of the lid
I’m the one who never screams
Do you remember the screams?
Do you remember me?
I’m the losing bid
I’m gnawing at the seams  
Do you remember the seams?
Do you remember me?
Seems to me

Hell holds a place 

Where I pace in a space 

And through glass, I look at you. 



Not out of vengeful fury 

But for sorrow and worry 

As I remain in a dismal blue. 



You are not alone 

And prone to the light he has shone 

With your mate, both head and soul. 



I tear at my skull

Hysterically mull, presence null 

Misery flushed by eternity’s toll. 



Obligatory affection 

For the reflection of woman perfection 

He has, but I too want you excessively.  



The glass will not break

He kisses you for my sake 

I famine helplessly to get more than your stare. 



You look back throughout his touch  

Every time it’s exceedingly much 

I fall apart watching you go.

Now in a pinch 

I winced just an inch 

Convulsing from a dream in the 

Windowpain. 



No blanket could 

Banquet and save it, sadly 

I pinky’d my way between lanes. 



Petite fingers clasped 

Wrapped and entrapped in 

Sobbing troubled twines. 



My abdomen, held

Felt body bouquet and meld 

Love in the most inquisitive of times.

Hell made me consistent

Persistent, I went with it

And caught the eye of the girl behind glass. 



Up, she got close 

Molecular woes, a lethal dose

With one touch my window collapsed. 



No one would think

Gut sink, simultaneous blink 

The possibility unconstitutionally in reach. 



Things she would say 

Meaning to days and astonishing phrase 

I would make happy all I needed most. 



Had I searched every-earth

Proving worth, providing mirth 

I would have found the same you, as inevitably. 



Now Hell has subsided 

And we reside in what’s been guided 

She is the me I like most.

Wake up in the sunlight hour
You sense the warm and feel the power
And know that when you want to leave
You can

All is well and all is bright
You wonder of the lasting night
And speak of shells and cuddle fish
Aloud

I know
  That it’s all
      A passing phase
I know
  That it’s all
      A passing phrase

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

As desperate as the king might be
I want your subtle cry
The rain only gestures for
The sun and moon to collide
The changes in December tolls
To carry the souls to hell
Your touch alone can save the man
Who lies, but never tells
A child all tattooed at birth
Remains a broken sigh
Redeemed yells at Tuesday’s voice
A child, who lost her mind.

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)

Speak to me in lull
     Sweet misery despise
Mumble not with words
     But with the look in your eyes
Whisper at my pillow
     Wake me in my sleep
Talk only with your lips, love
      Because lo, your mind solely weeps

I keep time while I drive with my left foot
And presumably flatten the pedals with my right
As I get out, my jeans rub with the velvet
Completing the circuit with a metal door, quite trite

Chanting with a focused tunnel vision
I bid my stereo good night
Ending my ride in a final decision
I depart to fall asleep in the leaves

On my highway I go
  As fast as we like
  My misery demands company
    Face to the glass
    And porcelain mask
    This moment was always fun for me