I spore my load upon
sumcummwhat
displayed
or nevernot
I plot
plot
a seed sought
a barren thought
ambiguous but lifelike
naught
articu(not)
but life(likes)
so
life like (without)

tender was as soft as any fluffy cloud ever
hovered over
any straw strewn field
soft as bunny fluff or
a kitten's purr
green Illuminata on a screen
of Daisies dalliances with efflorescent
shields of sunglows radiance
illuminating the hidden parts
the mind's shadows
a part
in a play one act
a display of life's reality
sunken a bucket far down
into the deepest well ever
returned full
of glittering
clear
stark
pure
beautiful
clearness

Devour the black the absence of light ,
feast on writhing victims veins,
blood is so energizing, to live upon blue
red, the darkest visions
viciously vivid,  melts
me
I become the void,
devoid of feeling
I look into her eyes,
enjoy her tries
to break free
and run
I pursue, no one sees..
I look in the mirror and see,
nothing but dark.

what if anything were a song
what if the song I sang
were the end and be all
what if everything
was meaningful
what if everything
was calm
what if everyone
had their heart
in the right place
what if everyone
was good
like you and me
what if all the
world was in peace
what if tomorrow
was beautiful
what if poverty
was a thing of the past
what if demographics
were less regional
what if economics
had the answer
what if demigods
did not rule
what if
was the answer
I apologize
what if is a
question

of a whisper wild falling provocatively
across her cheek of wondering
when her hand will push aside the strand
look me in my eyes at the same time
I glance to see if she is looking
back at me

i have had such a magnificent time here
on mama earth
been loved with so much abandon
been tried by so many woes
fallen down so many times
and always got back up
been without but never really
been destitute for
I always had on my shoulder
this little you
telling me in my ear gentle
whispering a few words
to keep me true calling me to wake up
stupid and see things real,
a little you my conscience
that scolded me when I did
wrong
and told me true
to not be too bold nor proud
when I did true.
A little bird like word on
my shoulder cawing talking like
a **** parrot,
awk
and I knew what it meant.

like a building without a facade
a church without a door
I stammer
utter a false prologue
made up in a backyard of days
past
sandbox hopes red skins sweltering
where we never tired
just played
with matchbox cars
and saved all our popsicle sticks
making lanes
in the dirt
until  mama called dinner
and we ate pork chops beaming
those days I cherish
now I
sit on the couch
reminiscing

It was on a quest we left Tupelo one night
about ten after midnight and made the coast of South Carolina
and her salty air at four carrying our backpacks loaded with Jack Daniels

We  shoveled along with worried brows, thought, we were followed.We had honey hope, innocence, and our quest would not be denied. We dug four million holes just in Alabama, no telling how many , as we slept many times in strange foreign lands read of the locals and ate their bread with gladness.
Walked and swam in currents that pulled and tormented, as we continued following our heart worrying  a little harder we got and stronger in this deed until we discovered Atlantis.
A small way, or half between Spain and France and Alabama, we found her. Buried by Shakespeare and covered with the ***** words of humanity, we dug up and exposed, our muse. She was death , and bones and honored her. We spoke of her beauty, not once but now.
For she symbolized destiny and how nothing really matters.

running out of thunder
Saturday
I find myself feeling small
it is not supposed to be like that
tonight I used to be all full of it

I awoke this morn'
with sunlight traces of hope
upon the  tiles in my foyer,
like wonderous stories
told upon
the future's worries
winter storms return
go away all away in the
bright shimmerings
on the castle walls
the beams of light
call the zephyrs of hope
into my den
my parlor
my boudoir
under my cover
of hiding
no mores

there ain't no "Howl" in me.
Just the need of a fix.
       Love of peace and Jazz.
I still roam intrigued
   his passages, and mine here in Daleville,
among the cornstalks, my head can't ever stick out above the yellow
         fringed hayseeds.
I read of angel-headed dark Blake-like tragedy
the again coming wars, and I suspend,
        the beliefs,
that mine could transcend the dark of war,
or make a poem so right.
Or ever make a difference as the head banging
just keeps on.

Not fitting in a round hole
because you are square
Not being divisible
without a remainder
Not philosophizing
when compromising
using bizarre formality
when the fantasy is realizing
the dread
is
Not a dream.

into magic like
when I was a kid
her song sings
calling me forward
soft choruses
sweet pipers
tangerine suns
mystic glows
spriteful harmonies
strings  and bows
a party there
between
two eyes two arms
two souls
magnificence

purple flowers
are   a vine
thin


grow in the
words beauty
to paint him


climb a vine
clear through

smell Lavender
and find

Purple

never been there
West Virginia
or anywhere like your heart

covered bridges
ancient ridges
all those lonely miles

between the coasts
I wonder what every mile
every smile is like

a coal miner's daughter
miles tick
the odometer

as I traverse
states
many ladies addresses

all forgotten as
I go now with only
one destination

it took but nearly a second
to sweep you off you feet
A wink
it took but a smile back from you
to make me complete,
we still are there,
in a good thing where
all I have to do is wink
you smile back
our passion eminently
true. Our secrets held  in full view.
The world outside us, stops,
looks at my winking at your smile.

Taking charge when our congress won't.

much true heart songs sung sprang right
by my ears many messages
I should have grabbed for but
I spin I spin on this merry, merry
go around dizzy,
busy, so as the bees have to
pollinate every flower my
missive it seems , as a male
human is to be promiscuous
I give a minute here
to enunciate my weaknesses
take my wings off
and be humbly
human.

that was  yesterday, I said to my sinister sister
she replied that is everyday
I made a face of derision
she drew her face into a gargoyle almost
threatening it was
if she had not been my sister
and I knew all the evil she had in her was
to trip me ice skating and break my arm
I would have been scared
but I saw her and our horse
he hated her
so I knew she had this evil streak
this horse was calm with everyone , but her
he bit her every chance he got , kicked her in the guts,
I rode him *******, he took off with her one day and ran her into a
hanging sign, broke both her front teeth,
and would not eat from her hand,
he was very clairvoyant,

you say , I think, I am just
transferring sibling rivalry into a thing,
not true kind sir, she once
made fire out of my baseball cards with one look
they just flamed up. I think I had pulled the arm off her Barbie before but , hey.
I didn't do it with my eyes.
I learned to get along after Mom and Dad passed
mysteriously.
Then at our family reunion , the thirty year one,
I got suspicious. Only her and I were there.
We started talking about the past .
I said I had to go ***.
Passed the restroom
and have been running ever since.

mere life is
plenitudes
disarray there is
subcutaneous actions little lies
subversive factions actively pursuing
evil deeds wrong hating
stabbing
the well felt
normal, actually
living beings,
I just don't turn
my back.

I commanded all the soldiers riding asleep
this vision of me deep in the black
getting even or growing bigger?

From the waist down I was a horse galloping
grazing any pasture I pleased,
prancing into the forays
winning every battle.

conquests easily the day was pleasing
the prairies all mine. This vision what I was in, was the epitome
of lacking awake the fortitude
to take what I wanted.

Courage I had, one dreamy night, I guess I was lucky:
You acted like I was Cochise and you were Pocahontas,
on the range our tepee burning down the night(mares)

It's  like a minion of missiles
all aimed from different angles
that my brain gets on alert , many things gone awry,
puts me on stand against all incoming messages,
a call unanswered from me babay, a neighbor who
tells me my yard needs cut,
a landlord wanting rent,
a someone wanting this or that.
A cat rubbing my  leg purring while my terrier wants a walk down the street.
The last thing I need is to be  in public.
I want to see an empty
lot overgrown with dandelions way out on county 69.
walk way deep into: bed down and spend a night under the stars,
just  me the only chirping
crickets and tree frogs
no cellphone
no dial tones
no connectivity.
When I get overloaded
like this.

gone with the record collection just
fly beeeeeitch!
I had ten years at least
of changing my name and ordering
13 free LP's on Columbia House
and RCA invested in that
a penny like twenty times
had some of the best Tull
and America vinyl
Eagles and Uriah Heep
and you had me thrown out
on my *** like I was yesterday
by the Beatles
the cops came said go
I did
but I expected my record collection
and my Bose 901 speakers
that mustang all in parts in our shed and parked
without fenders or tires  on our carport
and I came back to get them
and you had gone
with all of it
so just go
I don't think Columbia House
is in bizness ******
anymore-
what can I do?

Apple, peach
doesn't matter
as long as whipped cream
splatters,
I dream of.

A slice, spread
on the beach of
passions paramount
matters.
I dream of.

Candles lit
flickering of
rewritten eyes see.
I dream of.

pleasant, can
you dream with me?
now that you see.
Dream with me.

I laugh....
is just the wall staring back at you
and midnight
is the opportunity
to study stars.....
I sing a rhyme
of praying to make believe
of my arms upon your shoulders...
I lower voice...
whisper into your ear
a seance of us
wrapping our souls
around our loneliness.

righteous is as righteous does
and I so love my neighbor's wife
don't need no lawyers just a justice of
the peace a keg of beer some
pork chicken
and charcoal 'round here
a bit of dirt to kick 'round
four wheel drive
a Remington
and two bits
'round these parts

before the last breath I ask am I forgivable?
I in strength forgave those who laughed
i in weak times spat in their face
I was formidable in me.
I saw beauty, I played the recess with melody,
i forsook those who loved me. I gave, at
times what I did not have, I shared tears and cried and felt.
I carried those who could not walk.
Then, they carried me.
I fell down, got up. I went down to the valleys,
up  the hills,
played when I should have been working.
Lost I was most of life. I never lied down.
I had red in my veins, given by destiny, terrors at night,
visions. Deciding was hard, to be me.
I share with you my inner self
honestly.
.

We are surrounded
by angels........
seance
no longer,
it still goes on
and on


on
the poorer
get poorer,
all earthly
belongings
i carry on
a stolen grocery
cart,
am
i
an
angel?

get all the rows in a line
like the mirror at a Van Halen concert
trade beers for a sign
from god or a sombrero

take a long nap in questioning
society all but my own
destination, a burrito full
of angst swallow myself

take the next girl who smiles
at me for a long ride
on my magic carpet
the next dude for a few beers

the next *** for a meal
the next jew for a Christening
the next Christ to see Allah
the next hobgoblin for Xmas dinner

see true the next patriot
coming back from the war has
been through hell, was just a tool
to build a monopoly

the ******* the corner probably
had it rough as a kid,
and just give her twenty
with nothing asked of her

but then heaven is not here
so what is this, Hell?

never speak as if the idea,
of you being a poet is gone,
for what and why.
Words are all in the sky free to use,
arrange as you imagine their needed placement,
take a few ,spit twice on your palms
rub them together and make it. true!

the persistent din, drinking
       as much in
Port or starboard, seeking
       cheap taste, like Gin.
Blunt, wash away
       constantly
any and all situations, we're in
       wasted, a National preoccupation.
Down in the hatch, consuming
       combustible
plant matter, fun ingesting
      soaked in waste we
stumble away/
      wasting.

so long ago,, perhaps before
I was thought of
on the shoulder of a mountain
i was an old cedar
then, and lived centuries
just watching
the world turn
and the mountain and me knew
what was important
was being
more than I know
in this life
in the shadow
of then
now.

Oft comfort home is but dark settles lonely and she's out there spinning my dream the part of me that means love
I want to breathe maybe tomorrow
Her perfume of neck glory a scent
Of her hair my pillow is dry
And the journey long
is well worth it and time is going
To make better the end for both us
when I taste her desire
And I find the end of the rainbow
Nigh,  I will doubt me not, will
I not I the imitible nebulous precocious, I am mighty
undeterred by time or luck I'm
Focused, I'll begin a new country,
I will, or a very near universe,
A citadel on a hill
On mars If it takes that,
Or a newer brighter sun a sun
that shines love light like
beacons on blind lost souls
searching
for love on lonely
pillows

come and sit beside me once
see there the corn growing the
peanuts all green in the vast fields
acre after acre as far as the eye sees

on the skys the vast seance
we become the norm showing
deep blue endlessness the view
miles upon miles

spheres of red dirt soil the life
blood toiling the smallness of
life of individuals like I
become slight in the haze

of the distant fogs
my heart just one wishing
a tiny tale among many
Trite causes me to awe more.

I see the offspring and generations
as blind to feeling. The weaknesses
I go through have all before.
There is a scheme.

I wish I could figure it out.

something is there about the inside of a soft shell turtle,
how the knife slides carefully close to the bladder,has to be precise
or the smell ruins the appetite,
where it may turn your stomach more
to see the heart beating after the head has been buried
or the hard shelled eggs, just like the grocery store,
or the eggs looking like caviar, yellow bunches of fertility
strewn around  with intestines and livers,
and  let one with the head still on
get loose, is a race , and I didn't blame
him for taking a chunk of my finger,
or scaring my tough neighbor,
or hiding under the house for days,
until we caught him innocently munching on the
lure of lettuce and worms we planted.

I am the wind
the snow flurries the cold
the heat of the sun burning
a lump of coal
keeping you warm
I am all
but your thoughts
yearning

I bet upon imagining what it may be
that it is real. I felt in my dream,
and thought the vision would be
there so real on awakening.
So, I recreate, here,
the fog the mysts, the screams....
of us, I saw eyes closed,
eyelid screens, of what may be on earth.
i peek.

My big red nose... shoes three sizes big ....I
calliope in amidst the din.
with my chin high,
to where the women wear Dior and Gems.
The men are all ten feet tall and more.
Yet. I fit in.
I like these politicians, trip eloquently on my tongue,
stumble headlong into ice carved pictures of my thing,
I have red ears, wet eyes, say I did not mean it, when the media is around,
just the same.
I fit in.
I go home with Madamme,
treat her to tricks, while
her Daddy Warbucks,
goes  out with strippers.

there in
a cobweb corner sits
an old grand piano

not used to play
any note in four years
and probably out of tune

her strings loosening and covered
in silk, no hammer has touched
or fallen away as quick

all the soundboard does is warp
under a stress of thirty tons and four years
alone

bird, on chirping winds, fly on violin like strings strung from heaven
raise thy wings as instruments thy voice  as fluted angel breath,
strum your breast absolute, play the wind wood , pause midair, flutter,
into the air my feathers, go soft then beat and beat the air your wings a drum a conscience, an oboe deep, a music follows you,
soft
into the woods.

done coke or **** ever in my life I am just like big pupiled and naturally paranoic , my teeth have been falling out since before ten and i do brush them.
It's all just this bad string of luck I ran into , like
when I could walk.
I have been sober since well I do not remember when.
I'll get you back, I promise. Just let me hold a twenty, my mama has no food.

Oh , lord,  thine vision and temptations

standing quite naked before thy vast rivers
crying

of sufferers praying out thy name

I see thy greatness
while I ponder today's headlines.

In Daleville Al.
    Daleville man arrested on multiple ***-crime charges,
(his bald *** lived in the trailer behind mine, as of this writing 5 under age girls are accusing him of ****** assault)

If I were God, I would not wait until after the fact to condemn him.

Headline: Obama calls hostages' beheading 'pure evil':
        Well in the name of god why let it happen, are we in the 6th or 21'st century?
Why do Mohammed, Jahweh, Jesus, Buddha, or Sol or Adonis, not smite  this foolishness?
Or let us involve the argument, we are given free will.
For what has the grand creator been playing this kind  of game?

Thor thunders as Eloah (used only in poems)
watches, but credit him if you are the lone survivor in a catastrophe that claims 900.

Jehovah, let me ask?
Where is all this going?

I add up all the plusses
subtract the middle fingers
divide by you and me
   and decide it does not matter.

wanders on the last acre of a hill
with crooked flowing  turns like it tries to share
nourishment with every inch of ****
every root grows toward
on the corner where she turns the last
and heads down to the small waterfall
grows an oak
large as my dad when I was three
stately guards cross creek from turning away
from flowing in circles feeds the evergreens and every **** waiting down stream and all the fish
bristling
at all her banks.

Frosted window, what mystery might I see if
I just wiped clear your pane with my virile hand
wiped all the frost from your face with a strong loving touch
would it, could it bring
a sunny summer scene
of lovers beneath the willow tree bright clear skied blue
romancing
in rainbow hued
dream.

Dissolved now
Brine mixed all one
Floating together
Towards the turn of the
River bend just down
A ways
Heading eventually
To the ocean
Out to sea
From heaven
It sparkles glints
As the sunlight plays on
The flow the trickles
Wandering jostling blending
Dance

From above
As precious and rare
As any diamond
Coming together mingling
One
One fire one shine one
Glint one solute
Made from many

I've cried tears into
This Creek thus river
Then ocean if seas
I've seen the salt go
Merge dissolve
Become again
In one way
Live
Course like blood
Through
This universal
Vein.

so cognizant of all the sparkly diamonds
like lips calling me to kiss them
all the brightest sunbursts explode inside

colors flood every pore

more than any man could ignore

standing alone among  the crowded loneliness
wishing for

all the sunsets crimson staring back
just awaiting one beating heart to
call him say true love
save him

I will go lay down
      with one flower
one day
    
if but one minute
    her petals surround me
one scent of one second

envelop me in sweetness

just a heart on your ankle
red on gold cherry ****** ring I gave you
the vine on your shoulder now
and I wonder as I fill my cup with hot coffee
across the street from  our loft
in the seven eleven
the people seem to know
I can see our balcony and the ***
of  irises still growing
like wildfire
a testimony to once
and when
must be my stare

on
  the
     river
where
  
a twig
  leaf
    a bit of
there

float
   down
       stream
aware

the tug
    tow
       drift
abounds

I feel
    almost
        calm
surrender

to life's
     magnets
         cores
electrons

all that's
      in me
          deeper
where

I feel
      that
            draw
that

picture
       of a curve
            an undertow
framed

in sudden
      cold a
           splash
wetter

than any
       euphism
            I spew
******