i know how you like your sundown
and that's me. a kind barrage of ardor
the moon's wit, witless in the glistening omega
and a splinter in the paw
of a comatose
lyin' to a dead sleep
preaching to a black
peach.

lurching from no obscene.

Days are optional. Nights are mandatory
you can eat your fun and spin puns in the doldrums of your fondest plunge
into naked earth. your cackling wheel, spinning geek in the first sun
of a night kingdom. a purged baguette.
a sprig of blunder
where the fumes are nimble
and the heart a lost cause
just because.

i'm coming back from gone
and these people have the nerve to bequeath more phantoms
than the flesh of their soul
they skim the
waters
parched
and
feed jellyfish
worlds !

but no lights in the park after dark

no lights at all.

no caboose
just more train
and the miles between us
and yesterday. the diamond fetus.
the ecstatic clay
with the breath blown in
and a tangle of angels
looting the epiphanies
Amen.

don't speak. let me leak into your camphor with my wisp of dream.
allow me... to conjure the rubies we would die for, if only.
let me sit in your wane and wax the floor of a thousand Hells  
and be quite quaint. Let me love you always and surrender
to our victory, and twice Yes.

that's
what I get. a clump of just you
and an adorable
hell.

cleave to the up lump of ecstasy. cling to your yesterdays
like a bright hag to a bone.
like a north to your south dakota.
be the one thing you live for
and the last thing to die.
watch the stars go out

with your mouth.
right now.

i might give you this. but you won't change.
we have new ways of getting the pain in.
are you even aware of the practical agony of our bliss-less gloom ?
our two rooms a-jumblerumpskin ?
we live in the crease of at least two invalids.
but you steal cake and i witness. ****, i've been this
nitwit who had a mind but squandered the perils of success in a losing myth.
i was a shut in
over the moon of my misadventures. tucked into jupiter sugar with my hair clean.
but my fear out.

England eats Her shoes.
The Royal Be-dazzler was insane,
so these shoes were extraordinary birds.
The pair assembled their Royal Nest
in a vault. Inside a laser cocoon.
A Might peckish..
England eats
Her shoes.

In Japan, tsunami lack the dexterity to avoid densely populated areas;
but dolphins are delicious.
The cherry blossoms are giddy pink.
And Zen
Koi.

Ripples in a pond decapitate the moon.

In Japan, the Future was Yesterday;
So their robots have emotions -

They cry themselves to sleep
at night.... in the middle
of the Sea.

They cry themselves to sleep at night.... in the middle of the Sea.

you're not the most rain. but you deluge.
you are pure [ too much. ] a perfect helpless need.
you are the precise moment i became alive.
the rye bread sun in the potato cake of overall desolation.
you're not that good with your hands.
it's us....

kicking pine cones on the moon
undressed.

in love.

my lungs are not my lungs....
they belong to the wrong air of our winter's jest.
at best, we peruse the hush of our dormant lust
and gather twigs for our empty nest. you might suggest, but i demand
an answer to our star fall. to stall the heavens long
to briefly glimpse the shorthand of god's script
to a play that has no favorite in the scheme... only
the ravings of an infinite dream
about snow.

i need to shoehorn a minuet in g minor.
i need to blow glass.
i need to tap that asteroid on the inner thigh
if you know what i mean
you might read on.
if you don't.... welcome to the venting.
don't be shy. the devil's gonna eat you alive
as we know it.

but it'll be different.


II


my lips have failed to kiss you the way happiness would do.
but you kissed me back.

let's hope this lasts forever like the empty and unmade.
let us beseech a farthing from an aftermath and grasp at wisp and steam; at play
in the garden of unearthly delights, to shame a lifetime
of hopelessness.

let's.

My window is open with no screen and there's a starling in the tree that lurks
On my side of the house, and it rains pearls from a clear blue sky. an untidy plethora of jubilation !
I drew the blinds. The window is Open with No screen; and there's a starling
in the frame of a masterwork, chirping calamitous joy to the farside of god's creation !
I drew the blinds. And a blind-spot drew me.

I drew the blinds. And a blind-spot drew me.

these are gems
your tongue kissed in a fit of pink.
your luminous dark, weaving sharp cotton to photons as swiftly as first love.
you are remarkable. so mark.
these are the feathers of dead wings, staring at the sun through the ashes of Icarus
unharmed.

a blindfold of petulance between the deep and the blue
aloft.

this is the air that we breathe, you and i
the construct, struck dumb by the fierce knowing of a soul
the ponderous gaiety of lithe thoughts
that shimmer-*****
in the bleak fears
just cause.

an Earthless
poised in random
sky

but now
adorned.

are you one of those people who love things
and Oh My God you're pregnant
with a pause ?

i am your poet drinking skin
dreaming how you wrote nothing
so that i may

blue gems scowl in your footnotes  " To Self "
i pin miracles to your pout....
a fetish for a simpleton

in your complex.

how
delicious and petite
beneath the flannel of our planet bed.
at least another world as sweet
as candy-apple
morning head.

You are my split-apart. A sliver of me that twinks
in the chill dark
of your absinthe, absent.
A corrosive mender
of fences
That I drink
with.
and drink
hard

A jab
and a flick
of a kiss
that I long
for.

A short
court and spark
that i'm always up
for.
So sorry 'bout the mess
but the next thing
to conquer
is shame
without naming
the game
we wake up
for

god knows nothing
but sharp sticks
and halos

but i know

you love

me.

Barbarians At The Bill Gates

Kings in a Nutshell of Plots,
Machiavellian; made Lords Of Infinite Beige.
a Workspace now a  Dead-Space in The Heart of an Artist... Scaling, Mount Dew, at a snail's pace.
Behemoth Logarithms,
Jammed in a hot box. with cigarette soot blocking die-cut vents
The cousin with the soft-spot.
Hair, Nobly Re-Disheveled  by Hit and Miss ads, like
crow's feet dancing on insomniac spines, in and around, the Yawning Cathode D-Rez
Of all Villages, M. Night. Ramadan, forged, into Code Soldiers
With No Code to reverse Schrodinger's Black Cat, Back in The Bag...
The Genie, from a corner apartment in Manhattan, to a bedroom in a Bottle of Lightning.
Only Reactive Jazz
Cosmonauts, embedding feathers in " White Hats "
A Moral Avatar.

Hack Lads in The Boonies of Way Ahead of The Curve.
An Unsound lack of Judgment, echoing by Proxy, like Mr. Hyde;
Passing for a binary Schizophrenic. Swallowing Blackberries, Seeds of Anarchy and All.
Crowd-Sourcing the wisdom of Crowds of People
With cup-holders, the Elite call CD-Rom
Stand-by.
A Quest For Firewire. A billion portals,, huddled in chaos.
In the lens of  The Camera-Obscura, hidden in the USB Port
In the Fuzzy Logic of Our Narcissism.
SQL that Ends Well \ with a Backlash To Pi Charts
Of Privileged  Information,
Cooling, only in The Windows, Facing a Social Network
Resting, on a sill of Approval by Market Share and -
Ad *******

An eye of  a needle, peeling onions in a brave new world, weeping for the pure, post-ironic
Joy, Of Threading a Nano-Camel
Through The Eye of a Needles' Parable.  To Aesop the gravy of grave doubt
and reasonable suspicions off
Teutonic Plates

To an Atheist. The Heavyside Layer of Bricked Phones
and Dissonance,
May Find a Contract, 'Comes with Astroglide.
And a toaster.

Floppy Disc-Figurements of Our Right To Privacy.  
Resurfaced By The Naivete
Of a Target Audience, With a Heads-up Display,
A 4D Hologram  
Of Steve Jobs,  
Exported over dark fiber optics;  
Silicons of Prosaic non-Existence
Overclocking the Swatch
On  a wrist

Banning Calligraphy

Ward of the State
Of the Economy
With a Cult
Following


A Hologram of Steve Jobs
To sharpen the bleeding edge
with a moon rock from The OtherSide of Billions of Dollars.
The After-Accolades with the Spanish moss From Taiwan
Where Dragons Of  Technology
Shed limits, that metastasize rapid growth
Of Personal Stock by -
adding a Touch Screen Feature to an App For Clout.
To Out-Monopoly with a Walled-Garden
Designed by Stanley Kubrick's 2001 [ Available Space Odyssey  ]
A Terabyte
leaving Half a Worm
In your Apple.

A Difference Engine, differently Desired

Dumped
On a Corner in
Your Circle
Of Confirmed
Friends.


rocking XP like an OG on Food Stamps and The Fringe.

this plane will dive.
we are less alive with no stroke. with no bleed in the cerebellum.
you could laugh through the apocalypse and not tell 'em. you could leave but stay put
in vellum.
in airtight jive. we are less alive with no joke.
with no need in the antebellum
of the one good war
i loved you
with.