I met you in a bar.
We crawled to bed
too drunk instead
slept the night.
We woke blinking
in noon sunlight.
****** our love
into existence.
We never knew
the consequence.

We wear white hats
and ride white horses
to rein in the sheep
to right wrong courses.

It's on your face
as you look at me
a stubborn ****
for all to see,

a floater left
a game of Clue
I came to smoke
inside the loo

I know who left
the thing alone
I'll not say who
used the throne.

I'm in the zone
between perverted
and in confession to
finally be converted

Destroy my eyes and ears
tear my tongue from me
I'm just a man of straw a
cornfield seer who will see
the future better or worse
give it a blessing or curse
I live forever after death
steal the livings' breath.

I drink myself to death
then retire to my bed
satisfied my life lived
wake in morning dead.

There's a stench in the air
    that you can't stop smelling.
    We live in squalor with rats
    for pets and corpses swelling.
    Social workers come round
    to count living and dead
    and promise more help but
    just give us maggot bread.
    The swells attend fundraisers
    in latest styles dressed to ****
    feast on caviar and champagne
    while my dying child goes still.

Wheels spinning and lovers sinning
   in the dark of the tunnel of love.
   Kids giddy on wooden horses while he
   wins her heart with a stuffed unicorn.
   Guess your age. Guess your weight.
   See the freaks for your amusement.

   We live among acres of corn, slaves
   to it dawn to dark, too tired for love.
   Endless winters making children to
   bring another crop to market and we
   live for the same things we all do.
   Moonshine in lemonade at the Fair.

Brick piled on brick in my life 'til
  I had no choice. I joined. I trained.
  I killed. I saw my brothers killed.
  I found pieces of myself in ******
  a respite from the hell I lived.
  I served 3 tours and landed alive.
  I hugged my parent's shadows
  and found a dealer who welcomed
  me home with a veteran's discount.
  I joined broke brothers on edges.
  I was numb and saw the horror just
  beyond my ****** vision. I lost
  hope long ago and will live slight
  life until I find the courage to die.

The best we can do is AA in church
  basements with **** coffee and drunk
  horror story competitions. Sign our
  sheets and we'll be gone on the hour.

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.

I'm in my cups looking at yellowed photos.
   I laugh and cry. You died. I drink my wine.
   I'm with you once again crazy flying down
   the winding road top down Triumph TR3
   free young men with our lives before us.
   Aimless with high hopes and fearless we
   ride life's rails wherever they carry us
   as long as we live. You left me memories.

One more glass of wine
  this time machine moves
  before you killed a liver.
  We'll laugh until we cry.

  Morning kills our reverie.
  Now awake in tears again.
  I'll never forgive your
  weak end of the journey.

no strutting peacock
  no proud pigeon
  no politician
  nobody's rock
  no PHD by my name
  no aftermath of fame
  no spotlight flame
  nobody to blame.

We huddle in our houses
watch statistics on TV
numbers scare us into isolation
can't breathe the air or touch.
We kiss through masks and love
from afar on video calls.
The Vaxed hate Unvaxed
and no one trusts elites.

I'm a cowboy without a full moon.
  My world completely all fenced in.
  I'll be a wild west show pretty soon.
  Pretend sheriff wears a star of tin.

  Towns are cities concrete canyons
  Midnight cowboys rent their guns
  by the hour to rich companions
  wake drunk by noon in neon suns.

You bought your ticket to
this dark house of waste
lie on the filthy mattress
just one sweet final taste
crooked smile and statistics
tease your final goodnight
You fade into the darkness
then walk into the light.

You bought your ticket to
this dark house of waste
lie on the filthy mattress
just one sweet final taste
heaven smile and statistics
tease your last goodnight.
You dream into darkness
then walk into the light.

Summers last forever at 9
building dams in creeks
swinging on vines free
in woods and crawdads
little monsters we love
as pets in mason jars
for a minute or two
then set them free.

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.

I launched at the starting gun
the course was always planned
trained your feet to run
mile 20 muscles cramped
I had the 26.2 tattoo
  on my fragile ego.
Round here I never
forgive me ever
I'm my own worst enemy.
Dad always said so.
Stand up straight, Boy.
Crawl across the finish line.

I'm 70 and blush like a 10 year old
    crushing on the girl with snake hair.
    She's electric and boombox loud laughs
    and shakes me from my very foundation.

    I have my life packed into boxes ready
    to sell for pennies at the yard sale.
    I can't dance. Rhythm was never my thing.
    I don't want to fall in love with her.

    This valentine inside my chest betrays me.
    I'm always ready to fall in love with crazy.
    The ashes smoldered and now come alive and
    We'll burn with lust in uncertain tomorrows.

Welcome to Crazy Town.
Everything upside down.
Church for **** priests
steal altar boys' feasts.
I ****** Christ's bride.
I have nowhere to hide,
broke her sacred heart.
Crazy Town comes apart.

Maybe I'm just a madman
screaming poems from attics
nobody hears or understands
the fragile needs of addicts
who suffers the pain of others
burned and broken down
orphans without mothers
raised by a circus clown.

Drunk old man's postulation
  on the beginning of creation:
  angry fierce crude hot lover
  energy exploding forever
  we made a God who made us
  to teach His splendid Opus
  we made a heaven and hell
  and sins to count and tell.
  We all transition to death
  rage against final breath.

I chirp in your vicinity.
You are giant and loud.
You seem bothered by
my call to my true love.
You hover menace like
with rolled up magazine
and I hope you'll find
your own true love.

Jesus Christ died for
   no ******* reason but
   a best seller fiction
   full of fairy tales
   supper and betrayal
   with a kiss and whips
   40 times in his back
   and a crown of thorns
   nailed to the cross He
   carried to His destiny.

I cut me into pieces
  to fit your puzzle
  no rhyme or reason,
  shapes like Picasso's.
  I'm old and confused
  looking for your kindness
  in my ancient attic boxes
  rotting under leaky roofs.

We had *** again on cruise control
silent grunts so not to wake baby
to prove my love for a sacred hole
We'll do it again next week maybe?

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 try to keep my life inside the lines.
I drink Alice's potions and it all bends.
Can hardly see where I'm going now or
where the whole **** thing finally ends.
The Queen of Hearts says off with my head.
The Wizard of Oz speaks with certainty.
Toto exposes his act behind the curtain.
I'm in a Cuckoo's Nest; drugs my gravity.

Shapes don't matter anymore,
  no one a ****** or a *****.
  Now everything is vertigo,
  no color left, all is indigo.
  Violence is now a life style.
  North star's been gone awhile.
  East is west is north is south.
  Picasso made ******* a mouth.
  Madness is our New World rules.
  We are all Government mules.

I work the streets at night
dressed for business in cars
I do my best to look pretty
makeup hides my scars

They always pay in cash
never kiss me goodnight
beats cleaning toilets
without the delight.

I sit on the curb at the liquor store
until 9 am when it finally serves,
wait for desperate beauty queen.
I talk smooth settle her nerves.
We share a bottle and queen bed
*** was just a lost cause at best.
I sit on the curb at the liquor store
until 9 am when it finally serves.

We had a perfect life
  in our snow globe. Every
  imperfection was erased
  how we chose our lives
  snow blinded us encased
  inside Currier and Ives.

I live inside a mirror today
where everything's reflection.
Kiss my shadow's shadow.
Break my heart. It shimmers
in  puddles wrinkled in wind.
You only break a looking glass
and suffer 7 years bad luck.
I curse you with all my love.

I live inside a mirror today
where everything's reflection.
Kiss my shadow's shadow.
Break my heart. It shimmers
in  puddles wrinkled in wind.
You only break a looking glass
and suffer 7 years bad luck.
I curse you with all my love.

I watch the moon move along the sky.
  Sleep eludes me but my faults resonate
  like echoes of thunder at three am. Your
  breathing keeps me sane. Tick tock love.
  Inevitable as sunrise a pill helps me to
  be me. I'm on the cusp of myself again.

You forgot your lines or missed your mark
    or maybe gave me that look you have that
    infuriates me. It drags my angry little boy
    from so long ago into the present moment.

    I sit locked outside the house, no one home,
    crying at noon, mom off giving birth again,
    another piece of her pie smaller for us all.
    Dad comes home and drives me back to school.

    Quiet on the set, and Take 2: We are perfect.
    My little boy still pouting in back of my mind.
    He's patient. He'll wait until the after party
    when the ***** oils the skids for his finale.

Honeysuckle makes me think of you.
The moon still hangs in the sky.
Indestructible. Frail in the ICU a
heart attack and now you wait to die.
5 daughters put honeysuckle by the bed.
3 sons neglected to keep in touch.
Girls adored as diamonds galore,
boys are just bags of trash as such.

I bring us back to life.
We bonded at the Air Force
Museum. Your crazy shades
a truly fashionable divorce.
Stopped at Perkins for lunch.
I miss you so **** much.
I'll join you much too soon
on the dark side of the moon.

I left without saying 'bye
or explaining to you why.
Too young to understand
lust's unbridled demand.
The bill one distant day
will threaten to be paid.
No currency can satisfy
the void I left to die.

He shouted in a whisper
my name in his phlegm.
I miss you at the end
can we just start again?

Pairing aces and jacks
on dance card bingo
whistle past grave yards
fingers crossed lingo.
Even or odd on cards?
Is the stick yes or no?

We were children playing house.
    Always on our knees for religion
    praying to keep the monsters away.
    We grew up and married one and only.
    We are older children playing house.
    We have kids. We just say no to religion.
    We drink, smoke and take pills to dance
    with monsters once we soiled our souls.

Lonely on TDY in Pascagoula, MS.
  Went to a light show dance club and
  got loose with beers and thumping DJ
  music. On the sidelines the local boys
  watch the ornaments dancing, enticing,
  calling from shore promising love.
  I saw the one. She was my Aphrodite.
  She left with a lover. I slept alone.

The bullets in the water fly
like a flock in autumn's sky.
Blood paints the sea burnt red.
My lovers always wash up dead
on the white sand beach instead
of satisfied next to me in our bed.

Happy accident
stole my breath
homework not
done, but death
gave me an A+
my casket desk
a silent pulse
wicked wreck.

This old arthritic man
pain my constant friend
will jump from fry pan
into my youth's fiery end.

Love between us is friendship.
   Lust between us is forest fire
   fierce chewing us to ash now
   blowing in wind. We are desire.
   Nowhere left for us to run we
   wonder what pleasures require.