Walking my dog:
Junk yard sheet metal fence on my
Right nxt to me, 100 yds? 100 lbs?
It's LONG, full of grafitti...

...Jagged shadow on the
B/O Railroad - Baltimore/
Ohio, not Body Odor ha ha...

Can't post pics here (or?) and
I'm standing before a
Rectangle jagged patch of
Shadowy Blackness so dark
It looks like fresh/old ***
Fault's not mine, it is really
DARK in there - Shadows in
Disguise, slowly, IN EX Orbly
Slithering blackness eating
Fleeing Light - this shadow
Trails all the way into the
Woods protecting both
Warring sides - Is
Daylight in Retreat? Or
Is Darkness gobbling up
Enemy terratory?

No,
I walk my dog.
OK. We walk together.
Well, she's a head (or too)
Front and frontly she
Churns her little doggy
Feet white fur furry furrier
Huge brown eyes full of
(What goes on in a dog's mind?)
I don't know and I don't
Care - this little adorbs
Creature is full of
****, invisible ***,
Mischief, gratitude,
Lovely loyalty,
Warm snuggles (sometimes)
I wake and her nose might
be in my armpit
(Pity the creature who
Stumbles upon THAT)
Just a furry bundle of joy
My dog.
My Goobie.

Time times Seven;
35, 36, ageing
At the emotional
Metabolical rate,
Seconds flying by
Like birds turned into
Hours of sleep while
We work, dreams,
Dreaming of...
Probably table scraps,
Wayward chicken bones
Or other things our
Pathetically inadequate
Snooters fail to notice

Tears well up as the time,
Precious time between
Walkers and Walked
Is reduced to
(sigh)

What do I do that I should unt
Not my head - Yes, my head is
The invisible visible arrounding
My Gordian not mind.

Beavering my dam thoughts
Roof of skull / Well of the
Spitting poison from the snakes
Of memory.

Dizzying array of new
Sensations that my
**** ******-head
(Low water deep;
Clammy dome of sticks as wooden sky)
Trapped am I? Trapped
I am anti-future, or
Post-passed past.

You: lye!
Me: Lyer.
Truth is the surface
Of water; Lies either/
Both above as below.

Steeling thoughts/Stealing memory;
Beavers build domes
Two pro Techt
Selves/Them
In the things of schemes
Am I the ****** or
Am I the dome whence
It hides?

Loving every other side
Of never ******-other felled
Gnawed tree
Outside the inside of my
******. Dam. Existence

I don't chase sleep
Sleep doesn't chase me,
Doesn't even half-two;
Sleep has/is/will have
Non-Existed since before
My body joined the Clock-
Work Greyness that is
(Time)
Clicking away to E
Turn It E, And E; It:
Returning back to...
Mysteries are born, die,
Re-emerge, when our
Senses draw in, rescued
From the Wake of the
Ship that Sleep is

(Some Pronoun)
Has to Pretend to Sleep
The conscious Abstract
Of being slightly more
Vulnerable than when
We were unremembered
Babies, crawlers, toddling the
Dimly-Perceived Tightrope
When we first begin to remember
Night Horse-Mares
Tromping and galloping
Leaving woven dreamprints
To keep our Id from forgetting
To tell us to breathe, water, and feed
Whatever the Ego and Superego
Allow/Disallow

Time is there, in sleep, but
Not of the clockwork count-
Down that is carnal fleshly
Life resetting in the same way the
Terminator says
"I won't be back, I won't leave,
I am always here," like
Past grudgingly releasing
Its soft, sharp claws, Fading,
Fading twilight into the ever-
Wide arms of darkness

Bad dreams, good dreams,
Balancing our warring survivalist
Self with the calm wakefulness
When all three the fulcrum
Of our mind arriving Ten
Minutes before the Two Others

Sleep gives way from the
Inert Vulnerable
To the Alert Unvulnerable;
Sleep is to Consciousness
As Death is to Life

World, emptied of
Love, Peace, Son, Sun;
I'm one of countless -
(Greek: MYRIAD)
Feet planted nearly infinitely
Deep in soil that was is
Has been Will be
Will have been
Polluted not by chemicals
But by the Enemy of Love:
INDIFFERENCE.

And, indifferently, so my time
Passed with God my own self,
God equals $$$
And I wasn't blessed with

God's Providence but, instead,
Thought "Lucky" and Lucky's
Twin, "Chance" or maybe
No sides of a non-existence
Idol masquerading as currency,
But is only a worthless, shiny
Coin
(Dream come true! I won the Lot-
[Lot, in this lot, turned and looked
At the return of ***** and
Gomorrah, and he is
ME.

One moment I'd flying high
With/Without Ozzy,
Sipping one of hundreds of
Very expensive and high
ABV beers in a rumpus room
That is only crap manufactured
To pretend NOT to be CRAP-

And some of my "more boring" and
"Churchy" and "Jesus Freaks" friends spouting
Nonsense about, without quotes the
Actual. End. Times.
Soon. Like, for real? Just around the...
And drunk as I am sipping something
Called "Snake Venom" and it could
Pass for the real thing, and, tongue
On fire and dazed, I see four of twenty
****** up by Light, becoming
Light and all the unmeasured
Joy of All Time is their
Expression, and, and...
Jesus is there, and the time
Wasted worshipping the
World has cost me my
World.

A Voice, calling to some, not
Every one - five words:
DO NOT TAKE THE MARK

There are two
Of
Me

Greedy selfish me Won
And
Me two

Won wants to win
$$$
Two
Wants
Not the dead word
Happy
Not the undead
NICE

But
Joy

I’m dreaming of rolling in
Money

He’s waking in indescribable
Peace

There is no joy
In things;
Joy exists
In
From
By
With
Around
People