Vincent's fingers paint skies
full of mad midnight stars
we'll recognize our lies
still try to hide our scars.

Crossing Texas I hear
a voice on my AM radio
sounded like gramps.
A comfort to hear truth
about DC's gaslighting.
He faded in the thunder.
I turn the dial all day
on my way to wonder.
We need his voice
guide us to rejoice.

How do we survive
ugly teenage jive?
Fight the *******
with wicked wit.

Selfish words born
  from a wanting womb.
  Crying for attention.
  Seeking a final tomb.

The Elites never had enough
pieces of our pitiful existence.
They ****** our blood from us
in their entitled rich persistence.
We were just  lab animals to them
always testing mad god science.

I'm 12 and in bed for the night
    listening to WSAI. Dusty Rhodes
    is the DJ playing music of Cream
    on my crystal radio in my ear.
    I'm frozen there forever. I will
    never wake from futures Dream.

I will do this.
I will do that.
I'll even do that.
I will never do
that other thing!

Sometimes a poem
I write scares me
with its honesty
I never share.
Truth bleeds
from my eyes
into the poem's
sun that I stare.

When you find something
you like, steal it.
When you find something
you love, ****** it.
When you find a sealed
letter, read it.
When you find no way
out, take it.

I love you in fierce ways for a night or two
  then sober up and break my own heart again.
  We meet in a park and feed the ducks, back in
  your room we fall in love for an afternoon
  **** ourselves in pleasure and pain but stay.
  You haunt my dreams then die on Thursday.

Do you still desire me?
In a different way now.
A beautiful woman
just fatter somehow.
Can't lose baby weight,
can't stop eating candy
carrying extra freight
big **** you're handy.

The air's nearly gone from the weekend.
   God! The fun we had since Friday.
   My hangover's gone and I attack laundry
   and scream at the kids to finish homework!
   Panic. She needs a specific item nobody has.
   She needs it tomorrow. I call parents begging
   and heaven delivers once again. Frenetic.
   I will miss this magic as it's gone too soon.

You drank yourself to death.
There are easier ways to die.
I get the appeal of slow suicide.
Almost like it's accidental.
We miss your outrageous
sense of humor and your
generosity and loyalty
and devotion to family.
I wish everyone of you
could have known Mike.

We all must be equal
  inside the collective.
  One last ****** sequel
  proved to be defective.
  Just make us all agree
  to give up our right.
  Never need to be free
  blood paints our fight.

Not for profit tax free
Non Government Organizations.

Not Elected
Just selected
Deep state piled
upon deep state.
Sleight of hand
in dark of night
we take your land
without a fight.
You live in a box
in a tiny square
no need for locks
we always care.
Burial plots
are Timeshare.

I die in little bits of me.
Day to day I never see.
Disappearing cells
never ringing bells.
Decades in a mirror
cracks will appear.

I can't seem to relax.
  At night my bed's on fire.
  My brain is crawling with
  Armageddon spiders and
  society is choosing sides
  hate is everywhere and my
  friends are nowhere, man! I
  know better and I need sleep
  give me shelter in your arms
  or blindfold me on your wall.

Time doesn't even exist.
  We created the concept
to measure our decay.
  Change. Birth to Death time.
  Worlds begin and end time.
  Get ready for our date time.
  Wedding set for noon time.
  Pregnancy can happen anytime.
  Birth always happens at 2 am.
  Kids to emergency at 3 am.
  Bury the dead in the morning.
  Mourning goes on until 3 pm
  suicide in an afternoon bath,
  just prisoners biding time.

He found my need and fed it.
I'm an empty vessel in a shroud.
A thousand ****** kept me calm.
I died for you to make you proud.

I'm just another trophy to make
me lifelike with glass blue eyes
convincing color of the skin and I
promise I'll keep safe all the lies.

I've been out hunting souls.
I need to fill so many holes.
Sleep upon God's holy altar.
I'll spare the first daughter.

We sit in church basements on
folding chairs drinking bad coffee
with shaking bones and shame in our eyes.
I'm Joe and I'm an alcoholic. Hi, Joe!
Christmas eve. Presents wrapped under
the tree. A fire in the hearth. Kids are all
smiles and best behavior. We toast the
scene again and again until it clicks in me.
I'm a terrible monster full of rage and
I'll never know why. I roar and throw
all the presents in the fire with my life.
I will only be us as me and a bottle.

I was desperately drunk and desperately in love.
    I made promises I couldn't keep. She invited me
    into her garden. I ate forbidden fruit. Nirvana!
    Pains, doubts, anxieties, fears gone instantly.

    The morning after had a sour taste.
    God and priest and nun and catholic world
    collided with our promised land of love.
    We stayed drugged with flesh and defiance.

    Pregnant, we were married in the Church.
    We had our daughter and a son soon after.
    I wish lust didn't fade with time.
    I wandered and became a cliche.

I'm a beat up old dog.
My name is Buster.
I think I'm 84 in your years.
I have stories would curl your toes!
I've had good luck and bad.
I've been with lovely *******
and ******* from hell.
I limp from a go cart incident
but I refuse to let it define me.
I've known cruelty and kindness.
I hope for a painless death
and fair judgement in the end.

Just when I think I'm a real poet,
I find my very own poet laureate.
The Poetic Nicole is the blinding
light we'd all do well to emulate.

Drink alone at noon
in my tiny attic room
of a boarding house
with a noisy mouse.
Lamp, chair, ashtray,
small bed I can lay.
I write poems musical
on paper with classical
music on a tinny radio,
in Dylan's blessed glow.

We wired kids drank coffee
   in Kroger's and stoled fire
   and cigarettes. We were free
we were open to inspire.
   We kissed girls felt fears
   something like young desire,
   warmth we'd chase for years.

My dear old friend
I can't watch your end
between the seconds
ticking it's threatens
life's final surrender
the great pretender.

I'm a forgone conclusion
    and an empty promise.
    My words fail to inspire.
    My loves are always lost.
    Trouble always finds me.
    Read between the lines and
    find the real me with you
    in my heart on my sleeve.

You always wanna be the best
It's a struggle without an end
Running as fast as you can
But you will never pretend
It's the struggle of our daily life
Of politics and war
Everyone here runs so fast
But only gets so far.
And suddenly you find yourself
Running with the Red Queen
Through valleys and over hills
nothing is what it would seem.

Born in the fires of freedom
our founding fathers liberty.
Betrayed by Washington D.C.
burned to death in treachery.

I was married and then not. ****.
  Vows don't demand beheading anymore.
  We earnestly married in our own farce.
  We drowned in my guilt and moved on.
  I was in wilderness for 40 days and nights.
  You called crying when Pepper got hit by a car
  and died. I came to your dorm room and we
  drank beers and got naked and ****** away
  our naivete. I never saw you again.
  I went to Boston for my next chapter.

I used to look for tomorrows
        now I just lament the sorrows.
        There's emptiness I never fill,
        always been a troubled thrill.
        It's a steep price for a ticket
        to a ride that lasts a minute.
        The line is long but moves fast.
        Nothings ever meant to last.
        We never drown in the shallows.
        We always dance in the gallows.

The New Yorker is a magazine that's been around for a long time and has featured poetry and stories and excellent cartoons over the years. I submit poems and buy lottery tickets on the same day. They say you'll get a rejection in about 6 months but I'm coming up on 9 months and honestly just wish they'd reject the whole batch at one time so I can start a new batch. It's like fishing in a toilet. You need to be famous to get printed. Be well!

Just a note to say I'm sorry.
Please let it go don't worry.
Everything will end up well.
Kiss Kiss from eternal hell.

I wish I could silence Death's roar
constantly rumbling at my door
since the day I was born again
louder than ever my original sin.

I eat my own young
and wives unsung.
I'll meet my maker
Daddy undertaker.

The myriad Bond Villains
made an unholy alliance
wealth bigger than God
built a Laser appliance
to burn America to hell.
Our guns are useless now
only chance is a blue roof
and learning to kowtow.

Does anybody know
where memories go
in Fall's wind blow,
Winter's blind snow?
I lose kids and wife
and then my life.

The alcohol was kerosene
lust crazy house on fire.
Naked in our bed obscene
flames feeding our desire.
We're pyromaniacs in love
but always end in ashes
our smoke climbs above.
Memories rise in flashes.

Walk along the shore
see shells from before
just our scattered time
heinous God's crime.
Matter is born again
no memory His sin.

Quiet my baby screams
rub ***** on my gums
such tiny taste it seems
hand me loaded guns.

I broke the fragile promises
that you could never keep.

My brother who let me climb
upon his back to save myself.
It's a debt I can never repay.
If you needed a liver I'd give
you mine but you'd not want it
knowing I needed yours anyway.

A lesbian bar name
of Slaughtered ****
gathered her fame
Tender ****'s block.
Tiny licking flames
build goddess' flock.

skies alive tonight
stars are on fire
libidos take flight
quench our desire

A tune stuck in my brain
about Eve of Destruction
nothing's left the same
no answer just question.
I want to wish I believed
DC  puts us in prisons
I'm finally relieved
clarity of our visions.

I never cared.
Pretend heart
never shared
from the start.
How'd it break?
We made it love
my own mistake
an innocent dove.

We never talked of pleasure.
  It was always buried treasure.
  Marriage was a woman pure
  as a ****** bride to endure.
  Bette home on John's Island
  she finally made her stand.
  Took her kids and left behind
  his ashes they'll never find.

Promise me. Not a word to anyone.
I think I'm in love with the nanny.
She's young and vibrant and dark.
I'm blooming in her midnight garden.
My wires spark. My heart's ignited.
Keep it secret. Not a word to anyone.

We battle your cruelty
with straight razors
of sharp wit's end
full on light sabers.