He stands behind the podium,
   grand and pigeon proud. Poet
   for the ages. Long dead but
   died young a poet of drunk
   appetites ******* with passion
   fitting a poet after all. Dylan,
   I'll die on your cross writing.
   I kneel at your grave weeping.
Your bones below are twisted
mocking your poses in life.

I saw a flying machine
over our Kansas corn and
knew where I belonged.
In the sky in heavens
life can be a travelogue.
Fly around Earth into
oblivion proving myself
until I went missing...

We'd love to break beds again
with our mad monkey ***.
Sadly we're older and broke
down in ways we didn't even
think possible. We make it to
the Early Bird Special and skip
desert and home to try again.
****** and oil and **** 'til 9.
Asleep with sweet memories or
happy ending and wait for 911.

Earth is my mother.
Earth is my *****.
Earth is nuns in heat.
Earth is my carnal itch.
Earth swallows me dead.
Earth spins night into day.
Earth spins day into night.
Earth never lets me stay.

The past like fog forgotten.
What will you do from now on?
The one eyed cat is Jesus Christ
the giant dog is God Almighty.
Easter is the great escape.
Your death is only for you.
I'll nail me to your cross.
I'll own my sins. You are free.
I try my best half measures.
Forget resurrection. Fly, Dove.

I exist inside a vast space of your heart
called Love I see no end, barely a start
that will let me watch stars in our night
you blind me while I stare in your light.
I remember your smell and your heat
as you gently push me down to eat.

They starve the masses
use the deadly gasses.
Eradicate the smart Jews.
Control main stream news.
Steal our hearth and homes
15 minute approved city zones.
Destroy the cow and chicken
eat the bugs and the vermin
fake eggs and philanthropists
pretending to be scientists
eugenics is their religion
their solution is attrition.

All the young faces
  lost in strange places
  without a true cause
  makes us take pause
  what evil grooms
  the velvet rooms
  for crooked pleasure
  an obscene treasure?

If I said it once
I said it a thousand times.
It comes and goes and comes
echoes persistent rhymes
clock ticks of my nightmares
heartbeats of my dreams
infinite souls in harmony
keeping time with screams
licked a slithering snake
for every ever afters sake.

If I said it once
I said it a thousand times.
It comes and goes and comes
echoes persistent rhymes
clock ticks of my nightmares
heartbeats of my dreams
infinite souls in harmony
keeping time with screams.

I hear echoes from my past
and from my future at last
I hear my death and your hate
and my final everlasting fate.

If I said it once
I said it a thousand times.
It comes and goes and comes
echoes persistent rhymes
clock ticks of my nightmares
heartbeats of my dreams
infinite souls in harmony
keeping time with screams.

Echoes rebound off the bedroom walls
   as she screams in pleasure to a deity
   that better hears whispered prayers.

   Violin Concerto in F Minor, Vivaldi
   is the soundtrack when seed and egg
   meet in her and make our child.

   Love bleeds all over feuding families
   as guns like thunder roar through the
   night delivering the required martyrs.

   The dead are mourned with a dirge of
   voices echoing off the hills and the
   building threat of vengeance. Storms.

   Anger thrums just out of hearing,
   just out of sight as our child is
   born into this unwelcome cauldron.

   This night defines me. Unbridled joy.
   Hope for our familial peace. Not to be.
   My child loses her mother to violence.

   Echoes rebound off the bedroom walls
   as she screams in hunger to a mother
   who better hears whispered prayers.

Echoes rebound off the bedroom walls
   as she screams in pleasure to a deity
   that better hears whispered prayers.

   Violin Concerto in F Minor, Vivaldi
   is the soundtrack when seed and egg
   meet in her and make our child.

   Love bleeds all over feuding families
   as guns like thunder roar through the
   night delivering the required martyrs.

   The dead are mourned with a dirge of
   voices echoing off the hills and the
   building threat of vengeance. Storms.

   Anger thrums just out of hearing,
   just out of sight as our child is
   born into this unwelcome cauldron.

   This night defines me. Unbridled joy.
   Hope for our familial peace. Not to be.
   Our child loses her mother to violence.

   Echoes rebound off the bedroom walls
   as she screams in hunger to a mother
   who better hears whispered prayers.

Echoes rebound off the bedroom walls
   as she screams in pleasure to a deity
   that better hears whispered prayers.

   Violin Concerto in F Minor, Vivaldi
   is the soundtrack when seed and egg
   meet in her and make our child.

   Love bleeds all over feuding families
   as guns like thunder roar through the
   night delivering the required martyrs.

   The dead are mourned with a dirge of
   voices echoing off the hills and the
   building threat of vengeance. Storms.

   Anger thrums just out of hearing,
   just out of sight as our child is
   born into this unwelcome cauldron.

   This night defines me. Unbridled joy.
   Hope for our familial peace. Not to be.
   My child loses her mother to violence.

   Echoes rebound off the bedroom walls
   as she screams in hunger to a mother
   who better hears whispered prayers.

As the raven's shadow eclipsed the sun
   I trembled with doubt for my beliefs.
   I wished I knew hidden truths gods are
   privy to and I'll die in ignorance again.
   Once more I claw beneath dignity in
   search of a captain's beauty with wild
   hair and wild heart and a poet's blood
   to write this history upon bent knee.
   Maybe we'll discover we're pieces of the
   same puzzle and complete a masterpiece.

As the raven's shadow eclipsed the sun
   I trembled with doubt for my beliefs.
   I wished I knew hidden truths gods are
   privy to and I'll die in ignorance again.
   Once more I claw beneath dignity in
   search of a captain's beauty with wild
   hair and wild heart and a poet's blood
   to write this history upon bent knee.
   Maybe we'll discover we're pieces of the
   same puzzle and complete a masterpiece.

I always reached beyond my reach.
   Heartache and love in one breath.
   Finger's burned in Eden's garden.
   I lost my heart inside her death.

The stars like fireflies in the dark
  as we lie naked in love in Eden Park
  I leave the broke vows and broke kids
  hidden in shadows behind my eyelids.
  It all fell apart on the rocky shore
  the night I could pretend no more.
  I hated me more than I had for the cost.
  I wandered in Hell's fires forever lost.

I eat the sacred apple
in our secret garden
we sow ABC's
growing  poems
in fertile soil
of boiling oil
pain love sorrow
hope despair
tomorrow
another day.

On the edge of another summer of love
  we always mistake for a Garden of Eden.
  We had beer to drink and hash to smoke.
  Cool, man. Let's reach the moon
  tonight and touch God's robe.
  I was ****** and laser focused
  on the center of my world that held
  love that I'd terribly betrayed.
  I weighed a thousand pounds in guilt's gravity
  lost within the Garden of Eden again.

Alchemist of words
  makes us weep and hope
  swoon and wonder why
  give us a poem of rope.

  We met in Eden Park and
  ******, red A's burned
  on our skin for the sin.
  The world still turned.

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.

We're clamoring for Eden again!
The beasts stole it from simple
folks and built a Washington DC
and made Kings and Lords and
Ladies and **** on us peasants.
Bring the serpent back to fix it.

Heroes always save the day.
White horses and blazing guns
chase the bad guys far away.
Never happens. We're stunned.
America is now a paradise for
terrorists. The effete elite
opened this country's doors
guaranteed our final defeat.

8/14/2000.
Lost my Wife.
Michele Parkinson Garris.
21 years ago.
I don't live a day without her.
I have been blessed with knowing
what love and life is.
Barbara has always been
understanding and I love her very much.
Thanks, Barbara for loving me and putting
up with me . You are the best. Love

When you stole my heart I was dancing.
  I was clumsy on my knees romancing.
  When I kissed splendid siren *******
  We slept and we ****** slow as beasts
  in morning and you wept. I wonder why
  the mirage gets closer **** it will die.

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

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.

She brought me cheese and bread.
She gently kissed my broken head.
We played at love and broke the bed
flew close to a sun crashed and bled.
Love's fiercest feelings lying dead
in bottoms of amber bottles instead.

Pour your tears in my eyes
and I will weep for you.
Wrap your despair in a red box
with a satin bow and gift it to
me at Christmas to bear alone.
Shove your sobs down my throat
and I gasp for better times.
I find it kind of our last hope.

I want you all to be okay
    just quit dying day to day
    why the empty hourglass?
    count corpses as they pass.

I want you all to be okay
    just quit dying day to day
    why the empty hourglass?
    count corpses as they pass
    to death's final goodbye
    blood all let go to die.

Born in a coal mine town
rarely up mostly down
into a dead cold hell
make a living in a well.

I have no time to listen
to your supposition
of the conversation
of your observation
when you found her ****
swimming in an attitude
she thought it amusing
and started refusing
to name her admirer
who set her on fire.

There's too many broke pieces
need to be fixed before we move.
Each one reminds me of time and
place too sacred like a graveyard
to be disturbed. Sell it as it is.
Let buzzards buy and desecrate.

I have no time to listen
to your supposition
of the conversation
of your observation
when you found her ****
swimming in an attitude
she thought it amusing
and started refusing
to name her admirer
who set her on fire.

There's too many broke pieces
need to be fixed before we move.
Each one reminds me of time and
place too sacred like a graveyard
to be disturbed. Sell it as it is.
Let buzzards buy and discard.

Fill it with laughter
or tears or silver or
anger or lust or my
vows worth nothing
though we lived all
that in our lifetimes.

If it stays empty I might find my way back
  to my job and family and a dog named Jack.
  I might become a poet printed in a magazine
  or put in the Anthology of Poets of 2016.
  I might be an astronaut and jump on the moon
  or despair and slit my wrist in the afternoon
  maybe cook elixir for a syringe in my spoon
Jeopardy 400 Alex, "Overdosed too soon".

If it stays empty I might find my way back
  to my job and family and a dog named Jack.
  I might become a poet printed in a magazine
  or put in the Anthology of Poets of 2016.
  I might be an astronaut and jump on the moon
  or despair and slit my wrist in the afternoon
  maybe cook elixir for a syringe in my spoon
  overdose during Jeopardy not dead too soon.

I call this death
end of breath
laughs silent
life is spent
No dreams
light beams
dark as buried
casket carried
planted deep
soul to keep.

The universe occupies my head.
I never asked for it. I don't want it.
How do you say "No" to God?
I see the dot of the Big Bang and
white light blinds me for an instant
and everything exists in lovely
madness like a perfect juggler
tossing the whole **** thing
precise in orbits and spinning
and keeping perfect distance
like Victorian dancers used to.
The universe dies with me.

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

wind roars and thunder crashes
prophets warn all the masses
all our bones reduced to ashes
minds set free see only flashes
of truth free from mortal lies
tears spill from blinded eyes.

Time is worth more than gold
on your deathbed being sold.
Expiration dates aren't legible.
Just ask a drowned 10 year old.
Cancer is the roulette wheel.
After chemo see how you feel.
Just sell my soul for morphine
with the pain in my machine.

Friday August 30 2024 11PM EST
Time ceased to be frozen rhyme
tick tock just a broken clock
Love's birth ran out of time.
The end of human kind
Earths' sun went blind.

Death is falling through a hole
   feeling me go holding my soul
   like a life vest in dark waters
   thinking of my missed daughters
   telling me this is the bitter end
   I just regret that I can't defend

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 ******.

Everything is fragile now.
I take special care walking.
A fall could break a hip and
send me to death's landfill.

I used to climb trees and fall
and bounce up to climb again.
I rode bikes downhill as fast
as I could risking everything!

I smoked and drank all night
with loose boys and girls. We
skipped class and ****** in
impossible spaces. We lived!

We have bingo and "dances" where
we shuffle with our walkers.
Fading memories bent like
question marks, with no answers.