My chant begins with a stalking fly swatter slap.

Summer black wings
I picture all crushed.

When they fly round my ears while trying to write.

As they zip and buzz insanity
through my ears all **** day.

As if the triple digit dog heat wasn't enough to make me head **** Mack Trucks and fiercely lose.

When a calm flower opens through my third eye and every drip of peace soaks me, these zipping ***** never take a **** break on my legs, arms, face, hair, toes, fingers, **** man just leave me alone to ascend with a unspeakable master of endless wonder.

Now I have to rise
like a Captain of ****
and smash you into a billion pieces to send you back to fly afterlife.

Sorry but you won't leave me alone.

What option have you left me?

You knew I'd turn green with invincible Rage and hunt you down with unmerciful death blows.

We would have been fine if you weren't landing on my honysuckle lotion greased skin you slimy little **** wing ****.

How does it feel to hear my dead fly chant now you little crushed *****????

******,

So much for my peaceful Zen.

Look what you did to me?

I'm a serial killer that doesn't give a flying **** ****.

An enlightened hermit on the hill with postal tourettes.

Die Die Die

Burn in hell
Maggot.

Loose paperclip on the table
signaling for order
waiting for words
to manifest on paper
and
hold it all together.

The overheating radiator
in his mind spews out
ancient cruel riddles
of self torture
over and over

anxious-

to boil his sleeping hand
that hasn't touched a pen for weeks, even though the emotional impulse flies with lightning tips through his storm scandal eyes...

Scorched by green antifreeze
all he can do is bury himself in
passing clouds of inarticulated patterns as they flow beneath a blazing moon-

hoping for the invisible, wayward prophet to return
and interpret them
in such a way-

He hears a otherworldly voice become his own.

She told me not to forget
about wild flowers in the wind

Her voice trailed my dreams
followed me across country
remembered my name
when I could not.

Her mysterious face
hidden by dream fog.

What did she mean?

Purple hills grow strong
when ravaged?

Bruised until strength holds them so still they bleed out beauty?

How do you view a wind trying to shake out color from its core?

Whispering voices
Don't forget
Wildflowers in wind
strength of mountain
providing room for roots
cut it in
expand
hidden zigzag patterns
mind boggling designs
your pen aches to trace them
follow until they
tilt off earth
eyes seek
for pure luminescence
aching to touch
desiring to merge
burning to paint.

Leave behind judgment
roll in
the maddening roar of truth
spiked down
in the ground
purple gladiators
singing
perfect
together
when land is combed
by a blasting Gale
your shine stems from.

Blood beats loud
and
hammers night
into another eternity

Your mind has a way to claw down walls

Your
Juicy jumping lines
Leaves puddles
They ripple

and

wishes fall from every star our people put there

Where I wish you could
see them
glistening back
all the love
they brought me
when I was rotting away in that cold cell

thinking of all the ways
your friendship lured me
to the promise they snatched away from me
but you returned
prophecy and rainbows

I tried to keep my hands from sweating
I paced back and forth
Left a trail on South Dakota plains,
I tried to keep my heart from
leaping from here to the edge of the universe
in order to find them

I felt your warmth
in a blizzard

I tried to give voice
to every good feeling
brewing in all those quiet talks
when the Milky Way smiled down upon us.

I choked on red sand
Mars tasted like curious questions they will never answer for anyone,
but
I thought of your smile
And assorted roses burned and bloomed in a surreal horizon
where I thought I heard Benevolence whisper our names with the most delicious
voice I ever heard.

I tried

I put my hands in the rippling puddle of memories and was determined to give your gifts flight in dark solitary confinement.

You have to believe me
when I tell you I felt
my blood beating so loud
I thought every star dead and watched them fall
and land in the center of that puddle that quakes continents
in my shuddering spirit
and
every time they club me

I never never cry.

O' Lord

I tried to save my overpowering silence from deep within
to show you
the silky design you build when you're not here,

I say your name inside my tortured head and my tiny cell expands out
toward the forever that you bring to me
and all the condensed dreams of my every thought I could never tell you eclipses my Jupiter swell

Until explosion

I drift
You circle
interstellar whispers
attach
forever
to our souls

Blood beats loud
and
hammers night

into multidimensional realms
But I can never find the right ******* words to tell you about
but you have to believe me when I tell you I really tried to find them,

I am sorry
this is what I brought you.

When words go South
who knows how they'll speak.

They could speak the wrath of hobo nation. Run straight toward bullets. Undaunted.

Who knows true conquest?

Long tracks uphill
will test your character.

The Peace speech given by the wounded warrior that erupts with honesty from a hopeless foxhole.

The spinning brodies on your asphalt,
fire digs in
won't let go.

The stain of beauty that marked your eyes with halo Shine.

The cross every human bears
that has to rise with nails still there.

Too immense to comprehend.

You packed your bags
Headed South
To find yourself

Came back
brooding silence

Caress the worst
shine the best

I could not capture you on paper, one day, I only hope.

Redwood wind in my face.
The lost words hunting through a quiet hush in the forest thrush of your secret quest.

Pushing down walls
******* bear traps
escaping executions by the final wave of a merciless hand
ruling your mind with cold Iron.

No one escapes bits of heavy shrapnel, still smoking in the veins like a ghostly Dragon
who speaks from nowhere.

She turned South down the wrong road,
Was Found half naked in a cold ditch
tattered dress
once black
now red.

Barely alive.
She miraculously escaped
savage hands, ran 20 miles through thorns and razor
barely remembers anything.

Her words sprinted South
became that freezing stare
that is not human.

When words go South who knows how long it will take to speak?

Maybe never again.

Coyotes up here sound like
ravers high on ecstasy.

Maybe they ground scored some out there.

Prowling woods
massaging themselves against Pine.

They are asking the marvelous moon to turn the music up.

Dub step metal

Mosh pit circles form.

They invite the Bears to join.

All of a sudden it's on like Donkey Kong.

Curious Cougars peek in, decide to let loose and go for it.

Conifer wizards patient as dirt smile and sway.

Neighborhood dogs go *******. Jealous canines start bolting.

Forest party extravaganza.

Yellow eyed owls swoop in and spy like voyeurs.

Wild coyotes share their find with anyone who wants some.

Come and get it.

Slam pit dancing turns to howling.

Bears start rubbing on Cougars
Coyotes start rubbing on Bears

Glazed eyes rolling hard.
Stars leak brighter
Milky way runs together
perfectly placed and forever brilliant.

Hilltop winds originating in Pacific continue their one message, cooling off doubts like a whispering champion.

Before you know it
the whole forest kingdom is ******* and you have to lay there and listen to it all ******* night while you try to hopelessly fall asleep.

Thanks for inviting me
******!!!

It hits
knuckle flamed
on a street
that took your fascination
gave it wheels
a blurred rush
testing speed
squealing tires
craving to scar road
smoke lingered
processed itself through trees.

Red iron eyes absorbing
It Spoke desire
lit up dark corners
opened up stalls to wonders
grew outside of time
became more
than just a feeling
knocking away sleep
or
stalking dream.

It left signs
guided your blindness
left unexplained footprints
on a snowy trail
leading you to what lies behind
rainbow promise.

It spoke calmly
wished itself upon you
begged me to hear
wanted to be known
a invisible magician
speaking gold rush scripture
fluid and loose
pages torn loose
from a safe in spirit room.

It engraved you
with its miracle
whispered I Love You
when everybody hated You.

It grew lush
flew crisp
a new leaf
defying all logic
tapping at doors
that left you wondering
about empty spaces
and
memories
before
this life
crinkled hope
before skin
when everything
circled perfect
and
the best
Father lived in every house.