I die in midnight's tick.
  With pennies in my eyes
  I'm buried in a tomb.
  The mourners under water
  are baptized by the dead.
  I'm buried in a womb.
  Water breaks, sets me free.
  I'm born again into light.

Youth's arrogance gone now,
life's hard lessons learned.
Nothing is ever owed to me.
Everything I have is earned.
I had many friendly bridges
but every **** one I burned.

The summer of love broke vows
choked promises from our throats.
I grew my hair and quit robot jobs.
I wore carpenter jeans and earth shoes.
I ****** and called it love and loved
and called it *******. I always left.

I've known you for years. Grandad introduced us.
    You always made the room glow and laughter flow.
    You forgave me when I betrayed those I promised
    to never betray. You made me smarter than I was
    and clever when I was dull and modest when clever.
    There's always a madness in the air when you grace
    us with your presence.
    I plan your funeral. I bury you in a potter's field.
    I buried you  before.. Like Christ you rise.
    I put a stake in your heart and salt on your grave.
    You refuse to be banished from the lives we live.
    Maybe you'll stay buried inside me in my grave.

I've known you for years. Grandpa introduced us.
    You always made the room glow and laughter flow.
    You calmed me when I betrayed those I promised
    to never betray. You made me smarter than I was
    and clever when I was dull and modest when clever.
    There's always a madness in the air when you grace
    us with your presence. Thing is you make me ugly.
    I dance on tables with lamp shades on my head and
    drop my pants invite kiss my *** in a full moon.
    I plan your funeral. I bury you in a potter's field.
    I've tried burying you before. Like Christ you rise.
    I put a stake in your heart and salt on your grave.
    You refuse to be banished from the lives we live.
    Maybe you'll stay buried beside me in my grave.

I've known you for years. Grandad introduced us.
    You always made the room glow and laughter flow.
    You calmed me when I betrayed those I promised
    to never betray. You made me smarter than I was
    and clever when I was dull and modest when clever.
    There's always a madness in the air when you grace
    us with your presence. Thing is you make me ugly.
    I dance on tables with lamp shades on my head and
    drop my pants and invite kisses and go naked at noon.
    I plan your funeral. I bury you in a potter's field.
    I've tried burying you before. Like Christ you rise.
    I put a stake in your heart and salt on your grave.
    You refuse to be banished from the lives we live.
    Maybe you'll stay buried beside me in my grave.

When I up and die
bury me in the sky.
Bury me in the shade
of the tree we made.
Bury me in a tomb
forever in the womb.
Bury me in your heart.
The end is just a start.

I'm ancient
my life
packed neat
in boxes
in the attic
by my wife
just waiting
for last breath
and my burial
in our plot.
Send the lot
to Goodwill
to be forgot.

I strum and croon among the dead.
     My guitar case open for some gold.
     I used to play at subway stops, but
     I hated the feeling of being sold.
     I'm free among the dearly departed
     who must've had doubts same as me
     and hold them close in death's hole.
     Dance to my music, let it set you free.

Drunk we ****** after work
in your car. You drove me home.
I told my wife the bus was broke.
Your perfume screamed I roam.

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.

The ****** pooled their money
given the judge for his honey
to allow for all proper society
to recognize their re-virginity.

Bomber shadow overhead
   to shelters rue the day
   we forgot our lost dead,
   fear black bird of prey.

   Pregnant with fire death
   steal your air and laugh
   as you die seeking breath
   think of that photograph.

Always fighting over bones
huge dark wings cast shadows
over death's tasty aftermath.
Reporters crawling ants look
for missed bits to sow doubt
and leave truth unrecognized.

We circle the sky above you
as you die in your own *****
numb with a needle in a vein.
We eat the dead leaving bones
for proper burial and salutes.
Flag buried was made in China.

We circle the sky above you
as you die in your own *****
numb with a needle in a vein.
We eat the dead leaving bones
for proper burial and salutes.
The flag buried made in China.

I try drawing you from  old memories
   but can't get your eyes right. I don't see
   the body that destroyed my earnest vows.
   I can't feel your warm young ******* and
   ******* that grew so hard by my caress.
   I can't see us dancing naked in the dark.

I'll come for you
I bring a bottle
and ****** or two
loosen the throttle
set fire to the bed
sleep in splendid ash
wake you give me head
I always pay with cash.

In a moment too small to measure
  my world was reinvented. I moved
  among a universe, not planet earth.
  Physical didn't matter, it was Sense!

  There were no clocks, no walls, no people.
  Thought was bigger than I'd ever known.
  I was floating in absolute, ironclad peace.
  Nothing and Everything are the same here.

  No pharmacies, no need for doctors or nurses.
  Anxiety is a quaint notion from long ago.
  We exist in absolute moments. Forget space.
  I am forever God's eye of indifference.

Is anybody out there?
I'm lost and need heroes.
Who can send a savior?
Where are my prayers answered?
I hear static and need clarity.
Christ crawl down your cross
and touch my desperation
and save me from myself.

The Altar boy
a priestly toy
drink blood of Christ
to break the ice
don't think twice
it will all feel nice
just call me Dad
don't make me mad.

That day was so long ago
memory is vague shadows
quiet whispers in the snow
prayers for the widows
tears for Canaries caged
as the coal mine raged.

It's always the same answer.
Whats wrong do you know?
Just rare expensive cancer.
Best chance killer chemo,
a snake charmer dancer
or a card from the Tarot.

Gangs of doctors a
hundred patients deep,
cancer is the currency
dying in their sleep.
We don't make promises.
We ask your permission.
Sign the waiver. There's
no cure maybe remission?
Promise us that you'll
always take your pill.
Most importantly arrange for
loved ones to pay your final bill.

Cancer is completely indifferent to 5K beat cancer runs
    and pink fight cancer ribbons and fervent prayers and
    candle lighting and novenas and incense and myrrh.
    Cancer has no hate or love for us. We're their Earth.

    Chemo wasn't a walk in the park nor walking on hot coals.
    "good days and bad". It was managed. The "cure" is ironic.
    Bring the patient near death. **** the cells, good and bad.
    Let the body recover and scan to look for dead tumors. :-)

    In Cancerville we all have ports to pump us with chemo.
    Pour in the heavy metals and Mustard gas derivatives.
    We all puke and **** accidentally. Think of your worst
    hangover times 10. Oddly we want to continue to live on.

    Time crawls at a snail's pace in Cancerville; wait and despair.
    MRI's and Scans and blood work. Expecting the worst always!
    Cancerville is a casino where you can only bet your life.
    It's a game of chance in Cancerville. Bets against the house.

A funeral procession
a box for confession
the Fourth of July
and wondering why
the young had to die
can souls really fly?
Without arms or legs
no saluting the flags.

adrift in the sea that is humanity
    where we meet by chance in water's
    fickle movements. I want to hold you
    only for a clock tick to love you
    for a lifetime. we'll float apart in
    stormy seas and be with other debris
    clutching and touching and trusting
    in another lifetime in a second.
we believe in god and miracles
but we can't find our way home.

Two lovers court you
give you sweets and all
the lust you would want
peg, hole or blow up doll.

first son arrives
into some mad carnival
of French clown and
angry war torn father
stern German granny and
carnival barkers promise
just more disappointment
drunk strangers pass him
around like an empty flask
hoping someone fills it soon
time just gets away from us
we pass in forgot memories

first son arrives
into some mad world
of French clowns and
angry war torn father
stern German granny and
carnival barkers promise
just more disappointment
drunk strangers pass him
around like an empty flask
hoping someone fills it soon
we die as the photo fades
lost in light of full moon.

My mother's father Grampa
was a fallen woman's champ.
Amusing drunk wicked smile
he had his fancy bow tie style.
French and sniffing all about
sows seeds of grandson doubt?
Truth with age revealed a fact.
He was just a cheap carnival act.

She comes around
when I'm in my cups.
I hear a meow at 10:20
wonder what she wants.
I wait and turn around
but she's still there.
She stares from her eye
haunting me purring.
I tell her goodnight.
She purrs. I go to bed.

Men all learn to lie
Women learn to cry
shrinks learn why
soldiers learn to die
angels learn to fly
we all say goodbye

Catcher in the Rye
Men all learn to lie
Women learn to cry
shrinks learn why
soldiers learn to die
angels learn to fly
we all say goodbye
regret we never try

What happened? We were so in love.
  You were life itself. I ached for you.
  Pinky swear, the first, my only Love,
  be gentle, be mine forever. I'm blue.

  Babe? Love? I'm cold. I need you.
  I let you have my secret taste.
  You've split my world in two.
  You laid my world to waste.

  I will rise from these ashes.
  I am reborn. I see the new
  as it is and will conquer it on
  my own terms. ****, You.

Itches
*******
crucifixes
alter boy
priest toy
lover joy

lesbian nun
so much fun
spank girls
warm curls
flag unfurls
****** pearls

Catholic Charities  

We play into your emotion
to some son of god martyr
with memorized devotion.
50% ROI buy into a charter.
Fill pews Cloward Piven
love third world forgiven.
Erase borders invite
every known parasite.

We leave you in droves.
You betrayed our beliefs.
Treason to Constitution.
My uncle was a priest.
****** a congregation.
**** the evil devil  beast.

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

I was a catholic schoolboy altar boy
  totally against abortion. I knocked up
  a cheerleader who still blows bubbles.
  I took her to planned parenthood. We
  lost our problem and were given condoms
  we don't use because we want to be close.

I have a vampire cat
sleeps all day
up all night
I bet she has
a magic cape
I've never seen
her in a mirror.
I sleep with a cross.
She lost one eye
but she'll never die.

We're born in cauldrons
  full of boiling regrets,
  disappointments, neglect
  with no time to reflect
  questions never answered
  death beckons  feather bed
  rest for troubled dead
  bathed in blood in irons.

He had a lust for a life
chose a female for a wife.
She grew fat with his child
but was killed in the wild.
He grieves as best he can
his wife chooses a man.

Ice cubes ring like church bells in my drink.
I smell incense like the altar boy I was.
I drink Christ's Chardonnay from a chalice.
    
Celibacy is much easier than sexually complex
relationships with jealousy and doubt and *******
measuring the success or failure of a marriage.

I'm my father and his father
angry Irish keep our fury on
a chain of whiskey and beer
the ******* beast is English
take our crops leave potatoes
black for us to die eating
angry Irish with long fuses
but furious explosions finally.

Your flesh so inviting
  but we kept on fighting
  ******* until I was bored.
  Lust beheaded by my sword.

Nubile girls excite me
puffy ******* want me
to take their virginity
taste them on my knees
bleed them as I please
colored Autumn leaves.

1940 Pittsburgh, PA

  Spent men went to bars then.
  They were iron workers from
  hell's furnaces with parched
  thirst needing beer and fun.

  They cursed bosses and dealt
  cards and forgot the pain.
  They went home drunk with
  midnight's bar songs again.

  Sleeping kids and skeptic wife
  greeted him in angry silence.
  Up at dawn for another shift
  and a beer to face the violence.

A filthy, disgusting,
morally corrupt place
where government
sows its disgrace

their power to abuse
jail with impunity
our taxes they steal
congress immunity.

**** all the atheists
our Christ to crucify  
hope is our pacifists
rain is tears they cry.

Make me want you.
Take me on adventures
that might make me die
I go with no regrets
when I'm with you.
Hold me in a tent
snowbound naked
in our cocoon of love.