What comes next?
Chicken or egg?
The Bible's text?
The starving beg?
New world order?
****'s final Jew?
erase the last border
**** us by the *****.

I can always make you smile.
Take a Polaroid say cheese.
In a minute, takes awhile
Mona Lisa if you please.
Your beauty breaks my camera.
Your beauty breaks my heart.

We'll bury our hearts
in their aching parts
later when blood dries
we understand whys.
We love certain things
hate no wedding rings.

The weight of it
makes me a statue
unable to move
know what's true
I love you but it
dies on the vine
guilt kills it all
dreams live in wine.
I float in rain
dance on the drops
lessens the pain
connects the dots.

Waltham, Massachusetts.
First Data was my miracle.
My second coming.
A chance to get it right.
Don't nail me to a cross.
I always rise from the dead.

The kindest man I've ever known,
  to a fault. Gave his everything
  freely for a perfumed kiss and
  ******* and wedding and divorce.
  He fixed our mistakes on night shift,
  broke window and snack machine.
  He couldn't fix his broke judgement
  why pick up your killer hitching?

We young lust fools
broke sacred rules
back in the day
when I started decay
to shred my soul
leave an empty hole
where decency exists
temptations to resist
embraced the libation
the pure celebration
a stone was a heart
we played our part
West Side Story
Maria and Tony
Star crossed love
in worlds above
I will be dead
our lovers' bed.

Everyone I've known
   fades into a lie.
   We're all children
   'til the day we die.
   Let's dance close
   let's be wicked.
   Take a chance
   be a bit addicted
   reduced to threads
   inside our heads
   above our beds
   torn to shreds

Honesty is a drunk poet
no fear of retribution
**** my reputation
rhyming a solution
truth will not submit
to bluebird censorship.

By the time we met June and December
     I made you laugh and remember me
     when I called you and set us both free
     we drink cheap and **** like monsters
     in the Motel 6 an old grey cowboy and
     another lover hoping in my despair.

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

Protect my beating heart
from being torn apart
by love's broke promise
sealed with that last kiss.
Your taste always lingers
in my hair and fingers.

Asleep. I'm 93
I had to ***.
I wet my bed,
sunrise dead.

I'm not crafty like a fox.
I'm just an idiotic drunk
surfing on a buzz of my
own creation. I have a
clever thought or two.
My chaotic life is gentle
at happy hour. I ignore
dripping faucets and
past due bills and time
chasing me to my eulogy.

We're 2 peas in a pod.
Twins almost but
you're a cat and I'm
just your servant. Bill.
You have sacred routines
as do I. You **** in sand
and I scoop it into a bag.
You reserve affection
for those who deserve it.
You have one eye. I have two.
We see the same good and
bad and touch our hearts.

The broke heart heals
with laughter's peals
new love broken beds
always goes to heads
or tails depending
on a happy ending.

They live in crypt like bars
stained yellow with cigarettes
smoked over too many years.
Livers surrendered long ago
give them ugly yellow eyes
and skin the color of ****.
The stench of alcohol clings
like way too much cologne.
They never sleep. They just
pass out. Come to for a drink.
They just die day to day
while we all look away.

It gets hard to hear over the noise of our times.
Everyone screams their bedridden complaints over
again like we've never heard. We're blind not deaf.
The Voice whispers at 3am when I can't stop thinking
long enough to sleep. It sounds like mom and god and
lovers lost long ago and old men speaking of old wars
and young pups who want to taste blood of new battles.
I lament and repent and resent and relive my life told
in dead night quiet as I listen with laughs and tears to
The Voice That is Great Within Us.

I saw God's spark set me in motion.
     Hell broke loose and molten metals
     exploded into a universe too big to
     imagine. Light begot light and suns
     were born. Globes crashed into globes
     stars blinked in night's black canvas.

Outside my front door
the world dies in war.
It evaporated everyone
exfoliated life is done.
Blow my mind away, Son.
I know god is now gone.

You weren't seen
in my blind spot
too old so young
perfect ink blot
no trouble at all
self absorbed dad
in and out of lust
edge of mind mad.
you were a rock
in my slaughter
never faltered
first Daughter.

Truth is poison.
This monster's
back in town.
Stay away from
my door. Don't come
around here no more.
Shut the windows down.
Poison is truth.

Everyone I've known
   fades into a lie.
   We're all children
   'til the day we die.
   Let's dance close
   let's be wicked.
   Take a chance
   be a bit addicted
   reduced to threads
   inside our heads
   above our beds
   torn to shreds.

In the Hippie days
American destruction
by Columbia U ways
C and P instruction
brought us to knees
beat the middle class
poor take our keys
USA was a flash.

I see your shadow from above
  hunting me with your eagle eyes.
  I always told you of my weakness
  now you know just where to strike.

  Keep your talons from my flesh.
  Spare my heart and fervent wishes.
  Share your heat on our wedding bed.
  Stay with me through the bitter end.

I gave you my heart but
    knew you couldn't keep it.
    I'm still expecting you to
    hold on to Love to a finish
    line that doesn't even exist.
    I set fire again and never look
    back. I smell the burning
    flesh. I hear familiar screams.
    The burning flesh is mine alone.
    The screams are in my head.

Quit trying to
make me happy
just let me be
in my misery
drunk honesty.

I'm living
in a holding
pattern waiting
to be cleared
for my burial.

I wear his flannel shirt and see his
old hands how can I be free? Let me
live my broken life the best way I can.
You were a war hero but I'm just a kid
who adored you and fell short of the mark.
Give me a mission. I'll fly and die for you.

When my brain implodes,
my Irish heart explodes
the entire Earth erodes
I was here for a breath
my birth to my death
a tiny piece of flesh.

I live in Van Gogh's
mad sky of midnight
dance with the ******
settle in our delight.

I'm eleven at midnight Mass
  on a precipice of awareness
  girls somehow make me warmer
  I wonder if I can be a charmer
  my heart races Christ is born
  I see **** and lips I am torn
  stand kneel sit pray page eight
  worlds come and go never wait.

Hormones off the chart
we race to broken heart
time has cruelty loaded
in the chamber exploded
face another day ghosted
as our goose is roasted.

Pristine saints threaten
fingers crossed again
scout's honor weapon
slingshot to the shin.

My world has become lava
  pouring from some volcano
  I'll never see. I smell the
  hell fire and feel the heat
  but never drown in molten
  ***** flowing over my small
  life that is a blink in some
  god's eye as we're swallowed.
  I'll wake and walk the dogs
  and pick up their **** and
  let them **** where they must
  and wonder why it all works.

I barely beat the dawn home.
It was a long night more alive
than ever. I'll die later on.
****. Coke. Jack. Lust. Love.
My humors keep me balanced.
All is right with the world.
Lust is never too old or too drunk.
I'll crawl into the city again
and find the fast lane and jump
the tracks into the stratosphere.
I burn brightest for an instant
and die inside you satisfied at last.

I'm tap dancing as fast as I can the
    sparks jumping off the sidewalk like
    demon flares half insane in the dark!
    I'd bend over backwards to please you.

    I don't know what rule I've broken but
    I'm sorry. Your brutal silence breaks
    my back. I'm stillborn in a quiet place.
    My dead dreams are angry and screaming.

Poetry is a sick child
when you forget yourself.
Poetry is addiction
when you can't breathe.
Poetry is madness
when you doubt sanity.
Poetry is a boy hit by a car
broke leg at 5 chasing dad.
Poetry is a girl
loving a broke boy.
Poetry is a dog named Rusty
who fixed a broke boy.
Poetry is the giant full moon
over the ocean at midnight.
Poetry is tears and laughter
and ******* and endings.

I have reached an age
without another page
pay an obscene wage
shouting more rage
on my silent stage
death's final gauge.

I pray my holy rosary
a whispered treasury
sincere convictions
the devils' evictions
I use my mother's beads
Catholic's sacred seeds.

I make the laws of nature after all.
What lives among my vast reaches is
looking at clear night skies in awe
wondering at their reason for living
and the cruelty to die never knowing.
They created myths of God and Heaven
and a place to punish unkind acts
owned by Devil and called it Hell.
We are endless infinities' mirrors
rain falling forever with my tears.

The best politicians
easy money can buy
promise satisfaction
unwashed masses die.

Gates and Fauci are
eugenic reasons why.
Filthy rich wage war
poison shots then lie.

I remember your touch I hunger for
like the night we became us on the
back stairs as the party faded away
into white noise and my heart beat
into yours and I knew my world just
fell to pieces and broken promises
and broken children were coming.
I relive it one second at a time.
I still look for you everywhere
trying to find the back stairs.

I let you brand me
as I branded you.
We drove off in a
loud tail of cans
to our honeymoon
high hopes and
asleep before ***.
Never had a chance.

I brought you to life
   in a poem. You'll never
   love in moderation. Love
   screams out loud and catches
   its breath and sleeps 'til noon.
   Then it happens next full moon.

Climb down off your cross
never mind your loss
stay in the moment with us
guilt is so **** useless.
Love while you still can
embrace her understand

I was 9. The circus was coming that summer.
  It promised to bring life to the cornfields.
  4th of July. Circus matinee and evening
  fireworks! Daddy had it all planned out.
  Mama smelled pretty. Papa looked fancy.
  I wore my favorite white church dress.

  We were in the biggest tent I ever saw
  with people everywhere. Louder than
  anything I ever heard. I never felt like
  this. So much energy in so much space
  and my skin was electric, my eyes wide
  with the wonder of it all. Magical.

  It really was the Greatest Show on Earth!
  Girls swinging on trapeze and men balanced
  100 feet above us on a wire. Elephants huge
  powerful beasts tame as puppies on the farm.
  Clowns silly and mute and lovely made us laugh.
  It was heaven. We were suspended in a moment.

  I smelled smoke. I saw smoke and fire and panic.
  8000 people wanted out now. I wanted to see the
  fireworks in the dark. So many died. Animals died.
  Mama and Daddy died. They smelled like cooked meat.
  I died from smoke. I was found perfect in my dress.
  I'm unknown. I'm called body #1565. I love the circus.

I harbor a sadness in my heart
I wish I could destroy but time
stops before it has time to start.
It's gravity heavy in my own bed
with God's fierce sinner's weight
I broke my vows we wed now dead.

Boys play at growing up and shaving.
     Girls bleed into the women we desire.
     I smelled you bee to honey a craving
     you set my little world a madman fire
     Love a solemn hymn on the black keys
     in church before humanity we swear
     kneeling on painful wood on knees
     have hold better worse hospice care.

I never made it to Christmas
or Birthdays or school plays.
I was drunk and chasing ***
to bed somewhere for lays.
I know my failure up close
live in forever confessions
forget me with each dose
erase me in shrink sessions.