twenty years making
          sixty eight seconds
precious abandon

steeping on the stove
          heavy metal ringing
singing in the kettle

diamonds in the gutter
         sixty twenty gone

burns throat on the way down

raging chariots of fire

bitter salts but solemn

vengeance of the empire

Three in the morning
My name is Jack And I jump
Trying to reach bed Fastened safely to The ceiling
Out of arm's jurisdiction By the length of a leg And the dissolution of Mass produced tired

Wakingness has become My dream I could bend buildings And fly if I tried But I'm too preoccupied Playing the same old games And jumping for Sleep Why won't you Be mine Fair lady who Shuts eyes and kisses Goodnight on the lips

The words are on My lips Lost in the traffic that Spews from Mouth into webs Unable to catch the Flies I once thought were At my command

As I was their lord As you are mine I'm begging be merciful and Sew shut my peepers Before I break for The six hundredth time since I started keeping track Tonight

ALL GLORY TO THE HYPNOTOAD
ALL GLORY TO THE HYPNOTOAD

I traveled West in a rowboat
To discover the world is flat
And all the people who live there are flat too

So when I reached the edge
I paddled harder still
Into the raging falls of nothingness

Floating in infinity
The Earth now far behind
I waited for somebody

To notice I was gone

No search party was sent out, no posters put up,
My face never made the milk carton

My Earthly doubts were verified
I could not be flat,
Flat like the rest of them

7 AM
End of nights
Beginning of mornings

The city falls asleep,
Awakening
From its slumbers and adventures
Of the night before

The joggers jog,
The lovers fulfill hand-in-hand harmony
And the fisherman stands
Alone

Content in solitude he plays
Catch and release with the
Creatures of the creek


Are they, too, awakening,
Or yet to fall asleep?

Fingers cut palms as hands turn to stone
And a catapult hurls the projectile home
Knuckles collapse from bone meeting bone
Down in the alleys where miscreants roam
Suggestions of violence fill gutters with blood
Fill heads with the sense of nefarious thrill
Their skin turns to ash and their brains into mud
Rage in the kingdom of eager to ****
The children are soldiers who train everyday
Cowboys and Indians, Robbers and Cops
****** is plot and the actors will play
Portraying the place life will come to a stop
Violence is cancer, and love is no more
Edge of our seats waiting for the next war



*Dedicated to the deceased and forgotten, Love and Peace

So much time
So little to do
It's cozy on the curb
In a big green bag

Days pass
And I rot
Stinking in the sun
Waiting to be collected


Waiting for the trashman

The day we first met
It was koi no yokan

You were a mountain
I wanted to move

You kissed me two times
The first I was scared

The second, I felt it
I knew it was love

You taught me a lot
I learned to let go

Don't pick up flowers
Let them... Let them grow

When the celebration comes
   to an end,
And we both lie
  satisfied,
I start to feel
  three-feet tall,
And you cover up.

I try to take it all in-
    the flies in your bedroom,
    the moon in the window,
    the faces in the pictureframe,
    the woman in your bed

It's all so foreign
   to me now,
Our celebration
   once a year.

You left for the summer, didn't come back in fall
I don't know if your words were true
I'm trashing your memory and burning all
Of the things that remind me of you

I'm bored and alone, got no one to call
This house holds nothing to do
So I'm moving along and burning all
Of the things that remind me of you

Breaking a heart's not considered a crime
If it was, I would probably sue
I'd get an attorney and he'd help me burn
All the things that remind me of you


You say you'd prefer
We don't stay in touch
I figured that someday
You'd figure as much

Off to better times
Without a bitter end
I still can't comprehend
Why you won't be my friend

We never went camping or conquered the world
Seems that all of our plans fell through
Now I'm kicking the flames, choking on ashes
Of things that remind me of you.
They went up in a flash, now I'm choking on ashes
Of things that remind me of you.

Maybe.

Maybe things will be better tomorrow.

Maybe is what is wrong with us.

Maybe means maybe not, and
maybe not means it may not be.

Everything that could be, would be,
If only not for maybe.

A tree does not pause and say
"Maybe I should stop growing."

The wise man does not stop and think
"Maybe I know all worth knowing."

Everything may be,
But nothing will be with maybe.

"Things will be better tomorrow, maybe."

Remove maybe,
And things will be better tomorrow.

Remove tomorrow,
And things will be better.

Remove better,
And things will be.

Better. Tomorrow. Maybe.

Lightning can strike twice in the same spot

Who would have thought I'd still be

Standing here? Pavement

Speaks to me.

It has

Helped me learn

I've fixed too many bridges

That I should have allowed to burn.


I guess I was out fishing when I saw you today.

I half-hoped half-expected to see you,

And half-had something to say.

I've never been better

And I'm forever

Indebted

But like leaves

         In a breeze we are

                     Destined to drift away.

If I knew
Things would improve
I would build sandcastles

If I knew
You needed me
I'd be a mat at your front door

What is in store for
Me and
You?

I cannot
See through my window

Clear glass made hazy with
Years of shallow breath
Rusted closed? no-
Bolted shut!

If I knew
My light still cast
Neon glow through the pane

If I knew
Mosquito lantern
Was my second name

Then I would catch
All those tiny bloodsuckers

And I would put them in jars
To keep in my pockets
Never to be
Alone again