sinister lback leaves
fall atop all our beds
roaming black currents
ghost like and fervent
brushing past a whisper in the morning dew light
with white pale membranes
last night insane
past pushing for love
past pushing for fame
past pushing ofr words
past pushing for hugs
a million words to desicribe nothing at all
two words to say everything at once
a gift
a loss a toss a boss
that never paid their bills to the one up above
that forgot that their last christmas
was given to a flying dove
fat and empty a rocking back and forth
touched by insanity
tounched by
inevitiablity
underneath the fast currents wrinkle time that is eternal
a learner
a teacher of the infernal
Corrupt, the original, a blistering medieval
all words and no play
makes any ****** man or woman
a dull and ****** boy
devil is in us all and theres nothing but these four walls
with the streets and the beats and corner store market meats
the cell phones and the pads of "i" and the lingering dead dad's
a plastered up postcard
of an incoming and bleached fad
fast and fattening and rough and tumbling and fresh
upstairs we'll meet
in the kitchen we'll eat
Paris and its streets and lover's in heat
wine pours down throats
as king's lower moats
a break from reality and a break from you and and a break from myself
Oh lo' the world and all of its miseries
What happened to the human mystery?
I do not know or do not seem to know the answer,
Floundering in a childish and electronically muttled despair,
a black mist of feverishness pushing the popsicle stick to the top,
friends old and new,
new and old remember their first note,
a clarinet plays itself as the washpan listens close,
almost hearing their imaginations in unified float
Topographic in science
Matted down love notes
Scribbled last words
To a mother who swerved
A pointed brow peaks its top from the crusty old box
Pandora sighs calmly
As she fastens the key inside the lock