I'm a drunk poet with so much more to say
  but unable to tame the tornado of thoughts.
  All I can get is emotion, anger and pity, fear
  and anger, love and fear, a friend who kills me,
  a friend who bores me, a bore who ***** me, a
  stint in jail for shame as a provider, a stint
  in an asylum of my creation for abandoning my
  wife and two kids as I wander in the desert.

We write the brutal truths no one
wants to hear. We call a ***** a *****
and not a ******* shovel. This world
is both simple and complex. Some of
us will **** lovers who love others.
Some of us will find good in evil
and evil in good. We disagree.
Scream then whisper compromise.

He will write sonnets for you
dance on rooftops with a view
jet you to France for brunch
back home for a late lunch
time zones are just sun spots
witch's brews stirred in pots
money grows on money trees
never mind the doctor's fees
world famous drunken poet
reads promises he'll forget.
Love him as you need
just be ready to bleed.

He will write sonnets for you
dance on rooftops with a view
jet you to France for brunch
back home for a late lunch
time zones are just sun spots
witch's brews stirred in pots
money grows on money trees
never mind the doctor's fees
world famous drunken poet
reads promises he'll forget.
Love him as you need
just be ready to bleed.

We sit on our bar stools in afternoon.
The only light is neon. Night or day?
It's all the same in here with our
fellow drunks. We've no shame.
We circle death day to day.
We put quarters in the jukebox
grinning like scarecrows in
rhythm with the old tunes
stirring memories of love and
marriage and baby carriage.
We were decent men back then.
Good fathers and husbands and
bread winners, hard workers.
The coal mines paid good then.
The mines went dry and we died.
I touch the tears on my pint and
think of your tears when you left.
I remember your touch and hunger.

Don't blame a god
or praise a god
invented by me
and a few drunks
on bar stools on
sand in Jamaica.

We mean each and every word understood.
Fill in empty blanks with what should.
Wild minds on fire and doused with wine
our thoughts are sincere almost divine.

We are both in our cups
when we drunk connect
one calls one answers
the same numb correct.
We talk forever after
with echos of laughter.

I'm at a carnival midway.
My mouth's agog at the freaks.
Tents for 10 cents to see naked.
Lobster boy displays deformity.
Bearded lady drops her veil.
***** covers the cement floor.
The stench is bathroom overflow.
I try to wake from this nightmare.

Never text while driving
  and never text while drunk.
  Both can destroy lives. I
  love you in my cups but
  loathe me in the hangover
  having texted such truths.

The sky's so clear
  in the atmosphere
  stars perch on a tree
  caged birds set free
  my mind takes flight
  into the cold night
  an old lover beckons
  naked in the street
  I'll chase her heat
  I saw her in a window
  her curly hair in a bow
  when I just can't feel
  what's dream or real
  my dogs walk me home.
  I still dream alone.

The sky's so clear
  in the atmosphere
  stars perch on a tree
  caged birds set free
  my mind takes flight
  into the cold night
  when I just can't feel
  what's dream or real
  my dogs walk me home
I sleep and dream alone.

The sky's so clear
  in the atmosphere
  stars perch on a tree
  caged birds set free
  my mind takes flight
  into the cold night
  when I just can't feel
  what's dream or real
  my dogs walk me home
and I write this poem.

The sky's so clear
  in the atmosphere
  stars perch on a tree
  caged birds set free
  my mind takes flight
  into the cold night
  an old lover beckons
  naked in the street
  I'll chase her heat
  I saw her in a window
  her curly hair in a bow
  when I just can't feel
  what's dream or real
  my dogs walk me home
  I still dream alone.

You used to set my blood afire
      burning my guilt to the ground,
      a dry rain quenched the blaze.
      That's when my truth was found.
     Lovers always come and go.
      Fire and rain defined my heart.
      Angels steered me home to
      try fixing lives I've ripped apart.

Burn pictures and letters
  throw clothes in the trash
  delete her from life itself
  get ointment for that rash.
  Drink beer. Puke the bed
  forget the broken dreams
  focus on new starts instead.
  Nothing's as bad as it seems.

Burn pictures and letters
  throw clothes in the trash
  delete them from life itself
  get ointment for that rash.
  Drink gin to clear your head
  forget the broken dreams
  focus on new starts instead.
  Nothing's as bad as it seems.

My memory is less than it was before.
I can't remember my five wives names.
I can't forget thunder of  slamming door.
I will never heal my cruel inflicted pains.

I was empires once
now reduced to dust
cars were everywhere
now just orange rust
high majestic mountains
worn to infertile dirt
wind leaves parched pains
time demands hours of hurt.

I'm worried. I heard a crack
   in the universe last night.
   When too much weight is on
   humanity to always do right.
   Our team is losing this fight.
   It is a terrible fright tonight.

It was an antiseptic space. The doctor said
   something I couldn't quite hear because the
   clock over her right shoulder had a second
   hand that sounded like firecrackers each tick!

   I heard stage 4, in your blood, invading your
   entire body, maybe 3 months. The noise grew
   louder. Each tock became a bomb in a war zone.
   Deafening. PTSD. I was freezing and shaking.

   My girl just turned 2. Collateral damage.
   It wasn't my turn! What kind of god does this?
   I thanked my doctor for my death sentence
   and went home to live with my fading family.

It was an antiseptic space. The doctor said
   something I couldn't quite hear because loud
   seconds echoed from recent life I lived instead
   and the waiting room had an infested crowd.

   I heard stage 4, in your blood, invading your
   entire body, maybe 3 months. The noise shone
   louder. Each tick became a bomb in a war zone.
   Deafening. I thanked her and shuffled home.

   My girl just turned 2. Collateral damage.
   What god does this to my wife and our baby?
   I'm smaller each day disappearing in young age
   I smile air kisses goodbye to my fading family.

My drunkard hand shook so much
I chipped the fine china teacup and
spilled the ******* tea on my despair.
I pulled the poem from my pocket
and gave it to my host as a gift.
He printed it in The New Yorker.

Dylan taught me how to write
poetry just like flying a kite.
If the wind is right it fly's itself.
No wind? Hike to a favorite pub.
Drink your mind to another time
when players are different and
you see us in a different light.
Don't go into the good night.

My drunkard hand shook so much
I chipped the fine china teacup and
spilled the ******* tea on My Despair.
I pulled the poem from my pocket
and gave it to my host as a gift.
He sold it to The New Yorker.

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.

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.

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.