She kissed me and
took my last breathe
sent my soul to fire
black and eating death
full of our dead desire.
I love me. I hate myself.

We exchange our vows
blindfolded hostages
shotgun wedding crows
wedding bed a birdcage.
Never more to carouse
pregnant bride of mine
we rent our tiny house
play at marriage time.

We met at a party of friends.
******* bra less on the shore
beckon my ship onto the rocks
I painted you a blessed *****.
We woke hungover in some bed
enough to make some kinda love.
you cried for joy or some dead
bar lover hovers still above.

A long hair bearded man sits on a toilet
reading poetry by Whitman and Frost
and Auden and Elliot and Dylan Thomas.
He works night shift as a janitor in
1956 and the beats are screaming for truth.
He saw the best minds crawling
through the city streets at dawn
looking for an angry shot of speed.
He wrote truth on Howl's page
plant the ugly seeds of rage.
A Bible for the changing Age
sings his hymn on a sacred stage.

Live today
tomorrow
shimmers
on horizons
never reached
mirages
broke vows
red rains

It's ugly as mortal sin
as we crawl to our end.
Bette clued me in.
Blood thin as vapor
skin parchment paper
toothless beauty queen
we were so beautiful.
We sing this Hymn.

Can I stop the treason?
No I **** in cross winds
no sense of solid reason
fallout buries my friends.

we are makers
we are breakers
we are gods
we are undertakers
we are eggs and fakers
we lie at the wedding

Save the truth from extinction
write what bought cowards fear
don't sell your souls for silver
keep your loved ones near
eyes always on North Star.
Slay dragons with a poem.
Word warriors fight together
Never slay dragons alone.

Hear the mother's mute
  screams from a waiting room
  the ***** villain with flask
  his baby being forced into
  life is not heard until she's
  born into blinding light a
  world of mistakes forgotten
  on his lonely wedding bed.

a stirring need
a wasted seed
at light's speed
midnight's bleed
nothing's born
the fabric worn
survive a storm
the womb's torn
let's not fight
the silent night
my angel flight
into the light.

It dies in neglect
no night kiss notion.
Broke sacred vows
lost in time's ocean.

The body is buried
the life lived carried
to dumpster on a street
trash the shell's defeat.

I do not think there's any time
to worry of End times rhyme
or Eve's betrayal of raw greed.
Lucifer planted her ugly seed.

I became my hero. Grampa Rosselot.
   He charmed the world but broke his
   family's heart. His only lover alcohol.  
   You gotta pay for what you break.
   Angry hangovers. Hair of the dog.
   Tonight I'll feed my hungry snake.

creeping around brothels
  in the stroke of midnight
  crawling to confessional's
  pardon in noon's sunlight

Corner of here and there
whenever and where.
I beg for change
always rearrange
shtick for crowd
I want them loud
tossing money
****** funny.

I'm aching naked
  in the raw dawn
  of our kitchen
  I found my new soulmate
  I'm leaving you and the kids
  to write poetry with poets.

  I'm aching naked
  in the raw dawn
  of your dorm room
  our last kiss and
  I'm off to Boston
  where I hope I am.

  I'm aching naked
  in the raw dawn
  of my garret
  a broken fist I put in your wall
  I'm jealousy's beast of burden
I'll call drunk from the booth
outside the Taco Bell
and slur my apology
to answering  machines.

  I'm aching naked
  in the raw dawn
  with a drunk monument.
  I'm just another voice
  gather your stuff, bye
  why do I keep dying inside?

  I'm aching naked
  in the raw dawn
  Nashville new job, we're over
  I'll mail your stuff.
  you were the cruelest month
  still I couldn't set you free

  I'm aching naked
  in the raw dawn
  always
  no cure for romantics
  who believe in God
  and impossible love.

The poet's curse. We feel your pain.
We'd rather not but we have no choice.
We need to put it on the page like a
tiny red corpse we never forget. Weep and
pray and deny a god. Death lives inside you.

Stares forever at me blind
not sweet or unkind.
Just watches over me
I finally lose my mind.

Birth

Mom pushed hard to get me
into life I was stubborn and
liked where I was but she
persisted and evicted me.
Bright light and faceless
ghosts abducted me and
****** and wiped cleaned
me up and swaddled me
in a straight jacket ****
it I will never let it be.

you brought me blind to your bed
I didn't know if I groped for you
or if I were just a shadow of the dead
wandering among the graves instead.
Here's to the liars, those who feign
love instead of truth and break hearts.

I have my fathers war anger
my gramps drunkard laughter
an angry funny drunk stranger
cruelty demands unkind disaster.

Alphabet. Morphine.
The pill. Free will.
Opera. *******.
Shot deer the sad ****.
Love replaced by lust.
Bigger is a better bust
****** or ***** a must
waits for tongue's ******.

Inside my frailty
I took your cruelty
I found my *****
in your claws
endless lies
in your eyes
made you blind
could not find
kindness but I
learned to fly.

Flash of light
blinding night.
Sounds astound
everything caves
explodes insane
death is blind.

We watched from a rooftop
across the great city
4 in the morning
lit up and pretty
a little drunk but
mostly just tired
dawn broke and
I was inspired
in central park
we made our bond
you said I love you
now and beyond
I said I love you
you answered ****
love floats in jetsam
drifts in bad luck.

I exist inside a tiny space of your heart
called my universe I'll never understand.
You beat me with your drunken rage.
I'll never see my stars inside your eyes.
I remember your taste and white heat
burning me as I go down in your flames.
 Patty Sherman's beauty burned my eyes
left me blind but I see her in my dreams.

You can't rush a still's chemistry.
Mountain folks know all about
revenuers and they're reaching
for our wallets. Taxes is just a
word for robbery. Leave us to
ourselves. We scratch a living
from the rocky soil and barely
eat from day to day. We dance
to banjos and fiddles and love
in the hayloft to fill our needs.
Our mountains cradle our hearts.
Hardscrabble is our legacy.
We have hearts of coal
and love our mountain!

Life is Blink of an Eye

       I was born through time and space
       landed in this crazy bright place
       furious at light and white beasts
       with no faces but ******* and feces.
      
       I lived parts dealt me rich or poor.
       Bully or bullied Methadone *****.
       AA and AlAnon LGBTQ and straight.
       I always struggled most with weight.

       I had visions through time and space
       in Hospice in Morphine dreams place
       light's candle abandoned the living
       accepting a blink of eye forgiving.

They took away my throne and stole
    my crown, stripped me of my epaulets,
    spat on my family and killed us all.
    Chaos reigned and rabble took control.
    Crazy zealots fought it out and the
    Marxists won the dice roll and killed
    religion and freedom and got rich
    living like kings selling our rags.

We don't write poetry.
We give it birth.
It's been inside us
bits and pieces in dreams
nothing as it seems
We are kilns sun hot
melt your whole ****
life and pour it on
cooling trays and
hope for the best.

Thunder
fear and wonder
lighting
blind frightening
flood
from above.

We never knew we were at war with each other.
  I didn't even know it was a skirmish we were in.
  The battlefield was hidden without boundaries so
  I thought that we were always on the same side.

  I finally saw the barbed wire keeping us apart.
  Small sacrifices here and there add up to serious
  no man's land. Stubborn head strong; we both were
  as our love turned hard and angry without a truce.

  I had a cigarette and was third on a match; a shot
  hit my heart and did no harm. My heart is stone.
  Tomorrow I'll be war torn, never the same. You
  don't know me anymore. I'm a loveless stranger.

Heart attack.
  Stroke.
  Cancer ate me.
  Suicide.
  Overdosed.
  Murdered.
  Bullied.
  Abandoned.
 ­ Dingo ate me.
  Aborted at birth.

Love is Lust caged
never jealous drunk
not a lover enraged
desire finally sunk
to bottoms of hearts
rusted ruins forgot
no place for starts
in currents I rot.

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'm searching my heart
looking for our start
where love had birth
she gave true worth
to our fiction love
wingless black dove.

She died
suicide
I'll never
know why
it was left
for me to
bury her
I will join
her in death
final breath.
I lie in her grave
and slit my throat
bleed out our
true baptism.

I love Love. The idea. The rush. The chase.
I love the act. I love the lust. I love the end.
Love always has a timer.
Love always has a headstone.
Every love poem
has been written.

Freedom bought by
Bill Melinda Gates.
America on knees
depression rates.
Lick the bones
of Lady Liberty
torch now dark.
It's such a pity.

I'll meet you tomorrow
   wearing the bitter sorrow
   on my sleeve you can leave
   still refusing to believe
   I'm sorry for my betrayal.
   I die inside my confessional.

Now or later or never?
Died in forever after?
Death ever ending lever
pulled in loud laughter.

A pound of hungry flesh
in the fierce jaws of lust
seared in the lovers' blood
drinking the other's trust.

I'm almost finished serving time
   for a sentenced birth without
   a clue as to what I committed
   There's never enough time to fix
   whatever I did that needs it.
   I need the fatal shot for rebirth.

What matters is tears in eyes
baptizing the painful goodbyes
morning dew on summer grass
empty bottles of amber glass
loving drunk blond corpses
in tall grass fields of horses
with wings carry us to heaven
back to planet earth by seven.

Flotsam and jetsam trapped
in errant brain cells electric
hits on every nerve tapped
face twitch gnarl hand sick.
Cells break up and divorce
cheat alone and together
by love or brute force
insane light as a feather.

I hold my pen too tight as
I strike the page in pleasure
and put the alphabet in order
to scream ******* in a poem.
It hurts so good to be heard.

I gave my final wave
lowered into my grave
forget me now please
I rest under Fall leaves
Live among the dead
**** death's dread
she'll still find us all
live until her final call

I have no heart no soul.
  I live in a field of corn
  never empty never full
  never died and never born.
  Clothes stuffed with straw
  to scare away black crows
  until the harvest in Fall
  death beaten chaotic rows.