It eats us up and spits us out.
Life is God's broken machine
addicts prostitutes for drugs.
Will we be able to get clean?

I need a needle to feel numb.
We all walk with the wounded
we die inside no man's land
always felt like we intruded.

Break wind, break promises,
break hearts but never ever
break Sacred Marriage Vows!
All the gods will have cows...
All kittens will die I swear on a
bible made in communist China.

I try to write my life in poems
but my words are never right.
They don't fit together
all they seem to do is fight.
My poetry is obituaries of
old loves turned to stone
once this broken poet
knew he'd die alone.

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.

Just leaking sin
my broken skin
a hundred *****
a couple of stunts.
Saturday confession
I never learn a lesson.
I'll try again Saturday
in hayloft get my way.
Linda Hotze  please,
give me your cheese.

He cheated on his wife
and three children
broken family done
a million times.
Ken is a little man
turning the kids
against his wife
to swear in court
he was a victim
of mamma.
He has no honor
no honesty.
I've been there.
It will end badly.

The war was won the men came home
   broke but ready to fill the cradles
   and cry on the shoulders that matter
   and smell of the remembered perfume.
   They spent the venom into wombs to
   bring corpses back from ugly death.

Sew my lips shut
  pluck my eyes out
  fill my ears with lies
  truth becomes doubt
  swarmed by death flies
  hear my silent shout.

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.

I needed honesty at last and
walk out of the bathroom naked
jaws drop eyes shock me  in a cocoon
of truth condemned now I'm free.
I broke sacred vows and my kids
and turned into a statue of salt.

Somewhere, some place, some time.
We ****** in love's innocent shadow
hiding our true nature in this rhyme
unable to avoid the promised sorrow
my guilt followed in my broke vows.
Love is a keeper of fragile hearts
unable to silence my animal howls
we ****** in innocence from the start.

I put the tent
on hot cement
where we never went
Jesus moves hell scent
cools our sins spent
praise our pain's sweat.

Kids next door have
machines that make
bubbles. They create
bubble *****  to take
the world by bubble.
Cute imps of trouble.

Rough edged saw of a man.
What a way with words you had.
Blue collar barfly a smoke in lips
put us all in the places we know,
where we feel comfort after all.
Our uncles smell of ***** and
aunts always favor aperitifs
in the afternoons then naps.
Being honest we all crawl in
bars when things fall apart and
we just need comfort of friends
we just met that very day.

Rough edged saw of a man.
What a way with words you had.
Blue collar barfly a smoke in lips
put us all in the places we know,
where we feel comfort after all.
Our uncles smell of ***** and
aunts always favor aperitifs
in the afternoons then naps.
Being honest we all crawl in
bars when things fall apart and
we just need comfort of friends
we just met that very day.

There we were sitting on bar stools
side by side and talking about women
and the way they smell. Some earthy and
some flowers and some like stale *****.
We told sick jokes and remembered good
old days when men were fierce and girls
were gentle and tamed their beasts.
We parted. He paid my tab. Yellow teeth.
I remember his laugh. It was sincere.
I stumbled out drunk but he walked sober.

I sleep tonight inside
a grave of my creation.
So cold no way to hide
silent the dead nation.

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

I died as expected
floated above me
lost my old body
my soul came to be
Hallelujah again
I felt nothing
buried in a womb
I was something.

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 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.

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.

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.
The flag buried 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.
Flag buried was 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 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.

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

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.