Six O'clock
To the bars the man they seem to Flock
In search of ***** we landed on Roman rocks
In search of something more we turned to chemistry
For 10 dollars I'll show you the door
For 12 hours I'll show you so much more
With 1 gram I'll bring you back down
Then we'll head for a drink down town

I'll reveal to you the city
And we'll watch the light dance like acrobats
I'll show you the sublime, ugly, and pretty
I'll make your pupils fat

Seven past seven
To their homes crawl the heathens
A tired state they would be in
If it wasn't for the crank
If it wasn't for the decomposition slowly rotting their soul
Diamond turned to coal

They burn hot
When touched by flame
Yes man's body wriggling Upon the floor burns hot
And if not
They'll be done in by a blood clot
Or perhaps shot
Many battles to be fought
And many answers once sought
Have been lost
Everything comes with cost
And money is a loathsome thing
When it's presents is abscent
And love the price of a golden ring
When before it was abscent
Abscent
Holes left by the precise surgical hand
Holes
Left by bombs upon the land

Nine after eight
Them men in a dismal state
Unaware of their fate
Their life shatters
Like porcelain plates

Everyone,
through the course of Life
is afflicted with choices.

It is not so much a matter
of what choices One makes
as it is a matter of being One's Self
as One makes them.

Any decision made
with yourself abscent
will only tend to make One
lose touch of Ones self;
however,
if One is present within One's self,
any direction One can go
will lead One toward One's potential.

Tread carefully and with intention.
Life is tumultuous.
This is not a drill.
This is your life.

Carpe diem.

I sit in the park
With nothing
But a coffee and the paper
Around me are platano trees
It's fall.
And the colors glow in the sun.

Yellow, and orange, but abscent is red.
What a wonderful oddity.

I finish the paper and the coffee
Still I sit.
The bench grips my wool shirt,
Each fiber tangled in pine
The smell of the grass
Fills my lungs and makes me whole

The sun shines down on me
And promises warmth.
A fountain whispers sweetly
And I feel complete.

However.
I know the sun will go down.
The fountain turns off at nine
I've been down this road
Ten different times
And my humble aboad
Just might be better.

I sit uneasy.
But which will best?
The wooden bench and it's sweet caress?
Or my stable home where I am alone?

As a matter of fact
How did I get here?
How did I end up on this bench?
How did...

A woman in red approaches me.
"Hello" she says.

Your cold abscent arms wrap around me
And as it seems I love you
Everything about you
I love how you make my lips turn blue when you kiss me
Or your constant nipping at my nose
And how you make everything colder
And beautiful
So beautiful
But I fear
One of these days I am going to fall asleep next to you
Fragile and pale
And you'll **** me in my sleep
By a cruel trick of nature
Because all you wanted to do was fall asleep next to me
And hold me tight

I want no more
of these clues left inconsiderately
to be found fastidiously like serendipity
revealed...

I want no more
of my own thoughts clawing at me
     branches of a nightmarish tree
          from some sleepy-hollow invention
          due to my own insecurity's deluged
reflection...

I want no more
evenings alone in wild wondering
     while you're on muscles, mouths a'plundering
          or if you will fall for someone's
skillful ***, asunder'ing,
writhing like a whirlwind's hovering...

I want no more
of abscent mornings you leave to place
     upon my tears-painted face
          because this reality of our ****** space
continues to break
my heart's slowing pace.
displaced...

I want no more
of my breath suffocating,
     clutching my lungs while you make
          the rounds of a good host
lubricating
the stiff to placate'ing
     liberating our ghosts...

I want no more
my skull confused, diffused with lies
     echoes of the past and how readily
          you made me cry
yet always do i stay
high...

I want no more
of playdates with internet boys
     rather be it held between us
          compose our own manly joys
be firm and strong with the choice
valiant of voice...

I want no more
of complicated wishes & words
     which we hinge on softly speaking
          like penniless lords
retreating
the richness of god's open door.
seedlings.

I want no more
your scent on my tongue
     or your taste that I have sung,
over time's widening waste
diluting in my lungs...
I want no more
     my soul's slow divorce...
I'm effing done. Done with him, of course...

2.

Now I will burn hot as
the daylight
first and only
sun...

I am here
living by no one's rule
all I wanted was
a lovely word
the truth,

Now I want no more
illusions or lies
O how I will keep you
and give you back the sky
the world

the truth
is... love is alive

just watch how it shines...

every day
and in these nights,

looking toward the light...

Oh for a yesterday
when moments of lavishly ripe
excitement flew over
distance in high hope and made
new horizons glorious.
Where rich and expectant, love
scribed a metaphor,
when readiness was enough to
shine on dual futures

Nothing then but tides of daily
close contact ebbed
and flowed while need climbed
to unexplored shores.
Where a well-planned vacation
waited delayed and
waves of impatience broke into
action as passion rose.

Oh for the yesterday
when racing we sped away from
any fixed moorings,
left tracks of habit and sailed our
own secret galaxy.
We thought reaching land would
make life fantastic
yet implacable fate had its hand
in our plans for sure.

Two stars plied, without fanfare
love's clandestine notes,
laughed at the true prospect of  
two planets colliding.    
But past became abscent by loss
of tomorrows when
death threw chance over-board    
of change taking effect.

Oh for one more yesterday.

A single tear,
Rolls down the contour of his cheek.
Not knowing its origin ,
Other than that it had slipped from the duct.
Was this sadness?was it the beginning or an end?
He didn't know,nor did he want to dwell on it.
Attempting to fix the mind firmly on nothingness,
Assimilating thought processes to the black hole that stole his joy,his heart,his everything.
Focusing on the breeze rustling leaves,
Imagining the sound of a shaken soul.
Stolen by the thoughts he wished to escape,
Truely he was his own worst tormentor.
This was to be another day abscent of being free,
Trapped in a vessel that only serves to bring itself pain.

In this room...

Blistered cardboard walls
And a monotonous bulb
Guttering above me
Like a flickering 60 watt sun
That forgot to shine

Surrounded by the scent
Of stale cigarettes
And the scattered remnants of nightmares

Footsteps outside my door
Disembodied fragments of men
Scurrying down infinite corridors of silence

Leaning out my window
Into the sprawling urban night
The wafting bouquet of garbage
And human decay
The relentless symphony
Of wailing sirens and fractured screams

The ****** on the corner
Pacing her purgatory of sidewalks
With abscent feline grace

I light my last cigarette
Burning my throat and stomach
Blowing smoke rings of oblivion
Toward the stained, unresponsive ceiling

Scrawling desperate verse
To a love in a far distant place
Wondering if she'll ever find me
Amidst this wreckage and ruin

One day they will find me
My silliest pen caught
In a stigmata death grip
With nothing but tattered notebooks
And scattered throwaways
To mark my earthly sojourn.

Concealed in the pearl of your routine
Like a carnation of melody -
The honey hive
& the threat of the sting
This wild rose
North star lover
Bonfire of destiny
and the summit of all things joyous

The loneliness from which we are abscent
Smoldering like the  
Shadow of a lone sparrow

Growing acustom to your climate
And the scent that ignites
My restless heart

The rain undresses me
& when you close your eyes
I fall asleep

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