A dream over due
1999
september
it is august
the flies are insects
growing the Vice apple between the graying chicago winter fern of the ******
towering
empty parking lot super market trees
brown
baige
***** and autumn
skin like apple sauce
dancing inside the mirror of Lust and his Sister Fresno California
On a Payphone
At a Fuel Station
Lights all Blue
Lights all dull
dullified by the gasoline
the cigarette butts that collect in the mouths of mountain saints
Capture Zen
Burn all the books that led you too led poisoning

I am Van Gogh
Scrapping off the dried paint of my walls
of my women
naked in my bed of a hope factor

I am going insane
and the stars do not mind
the Clouds seem to be careless
Vagabond seasonal weather Kansas

Everybody is on the Train
headed to Dreams
100 dollars a ticket
Give me your Wallet
your Sister
your Sins
your nights and your day-shadows bouncing off walls and mailboxes like school-boy toys
your
you're
Insight
Outsight
Farsight
Downsight
Glancing at the peripheral French Decedent girl with black hair
hair black like wet once lit cigarettes

God, smoking a cigar made in The Ol' Great West of timber and the elderly gasping away their lives as a window sits neatly with tundra flowers
and a cacti that never dies
Winter comes in a Van
Full of soup
Full of the Dead Children of Days on in
Full of Dogs with rabies
Full of Cheap women
who gave up on 7:30
and washed their hands in the juices of an Apple Eve sank her yellow teeth into

Savage
Savage

Headlights heading towards Home
Towards Late-Night Television

Oven on

God and Satan
Spooning on the water bed of America
America the great
America the greed
America the want

America the me
you
her
Dog
Pigeon on the side street of NYC push town till suit bye Death

Coffin constructed of Iron and Filled with Wine
Coffin made by a young man sitting in his jacket
smoking a neat cigar
smoking with Gin
Gin
Gin
Gin
The Fireplace is where we may have made Love
But the Heat was ours
and the Torn down back door back yard Tall 100 year old Tree
has left
only a Stump
A beginning of its sprout from a seed
to a Giant
to a home for Birds and Flies and ants and rodents

I am in the Tower
Drinking your Whiskey
Drinking the lipstick of a woman who has nothing to do
so she falls in love with the Shadows of night bricks
of City Street Walls and streets
Swerving
entwining
Curving
Doubting
Ditching

Like love it self
Left out in the Sun
Left with the cacti of Old Age
old hands and old eyes that quiver like melting ice in the 90 degree Texan weather

We run to the fountain of Youth
but the gates are closed
The Pool boy quit his Job
and now the water in contaminated

Drink Vinegar
Drink Chlorine
Clear the mind
the hairs on your chest
the Teeth in between your Chin and Lips

It is no Longer Time
it is no Longer Past
Future
Clean
*****
Washed
Murdered by a knife

It is no longer 1AM
and the Sky wants me to wake up

But the Coffee Machine is crooked and only works if I hold it at an angle

Goodbye Crows of Brooklyn
I'll be on the payphone collect call to subconscious

I'll be on the road
traveling with my hair
traveling with Life
traveling with Destiny and Hope and Emily Tennessee

5 dollars a gallon

The walls they paint with yellow-baige,
and i think that they are in a cage.
For the paint can be a stardust of Orange-green or mountains of Azure,
They should let go of the greys,
And sacrifice the 'sure'...

Painted objects will bring them rage,
and i think that they are in a cage.
You can paint the moon crimson-blue in the little corner of the wall,
And there can be a landscape of rainbow dots.
or children playing under a fall.....

If these things sound unusual to you,
for a suave sitting room,
then i bet my pants, you'll stay with creams,
and mild shades of gloom.
For although you'll enjoy the company of many,
you are actually on a stage.....
And unfortunately my friend, i regret to inform,
You too are in a cage!

cultural darwinism:

too much time spent
looking through
the ****
of a chimpanzee
expecting to roar
like a lion...
and now enough time
spent looking
through the ****
of a homosexual
looking for
a higher mind
  of heterosexual
male's
worth of an imploded
fwench kissing
marathon
of...
   what didn't satiate
the body,
sure as hell made
up for in a thai
circus of convo.

i: unit of one...
am but the wishful
attention span
of: the crux of algebra:
verbiose,
  and... more verbiose...

cabbage +2 + 2 'n' 1 kids...
mother
             sgt. pepper's
and...
that collage...
like a bearded man
doing an American Pie
Ostreicher...

me? my fetish with
the...
polish-lithuanian
charge of the winged
hussars...
against the Cossack
rebellion...

hardly a lawd tennyson...
but a great
sienkiewicz novel
to: mind you what
and what not...

the middle-Asian
fetish for cabbage...
like mine:
the *******'re going
to do with all that turmeric
and chilli, and ginger,
garlic... and?
stink with a stink's waaa'th
w'ah?

the pride the boot
and then...
expecting some
côte d'ivoire
brute...

           and i'm to be:
the napkins provider...
i, the:
       curtain fling -
à la flop...
      
  ***. fetish for western
cuck...

             like ski jumping...
noriaki kasai...
and...
what happens in
sapporo:
stays in sapporo:

while in ****-yo:

          rabu hoteru:
  súkī súkī: thai goose:
guess lucky lucky...

suave... baige 'n' all...

indentations: loci: print...

that movie!
no!
not ninja scroll!
not tenchu
or ten-times-achoo!

  funny... not howl's
moving / floating /
whatever the castle did...

or spirited away...
that... manga *****...

shingles for a schmile...
like: teeth...
but less ordered in:
the arithmetic of...
buck-tooth
kicked out...

   that ******* manga
***** though!

         what was it?!

(20 minute interlude):

ah!

               urotsukidoji!
shin-towing
a pajama in bamboo
strict-tease...
via: dojo-open:
**** flower
    alias kimono...

sigh / aye / sigh / aye /
soogh-too'ji!
Shanghai express...

but i whittle
Pole'lock's breath
of the anglican
might but might not add:

         pale Franckian
'aving imported
the: what the Moroccan
sheikh didn't
deem "necessary"
to export...

           but i'm on
the receiving end:
tell ******* coco
what the copper turban
said...
try that...
ain't no *******
cul de sac sushi
palace wish where
whatever comes
after, come prior to:
"a" from...

world salad from now
on...
    it needs to be
IKEA literal...
no nuance...
   no... just literal:
give me the verbs
and...
  and no 'uance
considering 'ouns...

me?
   i like the idea of
the English language
having the capacity to
entertain more requisites
of letters 'come surds...
  
      cockney playing
conckers...
    C C, K K...
            either cold or:
kindled spirit:
yo ** ** and
a fidgeting compass
originating in Sigh-bear-ah...

cold Solomon:
a cod's whallop...

in summary:
i'd still prefer the tongue
of a gay
to a body of a woman
should it be suggested
i pass the hour in:
"prevailing"
to consecrate myself
upon the altar of
a continuum;

but hey...
that's life...

     her life...
i no chimpanzee shrunk
worth a fight
into her dynamo
of the Mars: ahoy!
if she...
       toying mantis...
           mother... tarantula.

the ontology of an electron:

    IV

             VI

4 and 6...

            V, i.e. something
in between...

      ein tanz...

a flicker or a snap
of the fingers:

full-stop;

   a complete
lack of compound
word-ings...

  most: hyphen riddled
pseudos.

- and a history as
a history with the sole
allowance
of an etymological
compendium -

            otherwise
a friction of the fission(s)
of character
developments /
assassinations -

huddle-some...
new entry,

dictionary = bible...

bible?
poetry taken
too literaly...
too literaly?
     coin flip's worth
of:

        bang on
'd' 'ed;
                   that's d'eh
not dee'.

alias?
  semi-colon
as a post scriptum...

εύρηκα! εύρηκα!
εγω -
how can a pronoun
predicate a verb?!

       βρέθηκαν τo!

isn't that... self-explanatory?!

εύρηκα!
εγω βρέθηκαν εγω!

well, in the heap of
books i've read...
(past participle,
or in general:
a colour, i R 'ed...
          )                       perfect slot...

B R E THI KAN

a history as a history of words...
static, a history of
the crow: only agitated by
t. d. hughes...

    ich: ein schattenhirte...

have no man soul?
so man has no shadow...
the same theological
rubric alliance
along the lines
of: prior to the discovery
of the tarantula:
all spiders were architects!

have - not has...
              have -
to have: verb...
              in possession of...
permanent...
translation: temporal:
coordinate inclusion
of pre in- & post...

   haben mann nei(n) seele?
so mann hat nei(n) schatten!

the N is optional...
i find the German more,
Schumann-esque
appealing...
   with it, being... "optional"...

schön! wenn gott
    können stand
     auf die pronomen daß:
                ich bin jeder seite...

how would Moses react,
if, tilting from the years,
the clarity of

   ehyeh asher ehyeh

   became
      
                  eh asher yeh...        

of god and bad grammar,
and some german,
"sure"...
the holocaust...
but preceding it?

die tod von seele...

  littered:
the outrage compilation
of voices given into
rubric of a semi-count...

and they burned
    ... and the baige and the gray...
to the Jews there's
the Holocaust...
to fellow European?

there's the... Erstaunen...
"the"... huh?!
   the Germans?
the same people who reaped
Yiddish?!
    
sum-thin' woont wong...
                
if god deems it worthy
to speak cryptic grammar...
  my resolve : and reply -
so so...

               deemed by
some...
     ein...

             wortsalat...

  entertain an arab and a ******,
but decree it necessary
for a fellow European
"to be" a schizophrenic...

                i don't mind...
the fantasy of a preserved
contionuum of genes...
of translating
                past events
via atoms into genes...

(aren't genes just bogus
terms for solid, cold,
static units of atom(s)?)

              i can play the role
of the mentally ill...
but your Africaan ****
better be up for
heaving out
a dozen of the copper
Adonis wonder-craft
chiles.

            i'm on the way out,
pwowd boy of
the Dodo Project...
   and?

       there's that nagging
suspicion i find
in atheists...
accumulating their
concerns
   in cultural darwinism...
and genes...
talking...
talking genes...

              ******* bewildering...

once you're dead...
you're dead!

                       deviating from
all if any -ad!

Out of control,
Yet obliged
To a role.
Im an aged soul.
Keeping these feelings caged...
I can only see in baige.
All these things..
Ya know,
I once had so many dreams.
But hey,
We all signed it,
unwillingly..
Some contract in life 
to a character you dont even like
Considering disassociation a nice mind hike
Who asked for this life
Where did i finally fall off
My mind got lost
And to what ******* cost