Core
Great Relief
That Great Relief when you collapse into the acceptance that everything was always shit and will always get infinitely better.
Or that the past never really existed because you weren't ever present when it was present.
Or that they were never born for your love, or that you were never born for their sanity and rationalism.
Or through this abstract logic you can paint pretty an ugly picture.
Or through severe judgement strip ugly an immaculate form.
But serenity comes and goes and is never instantly conjured.
So you will give up and let the emptiness swallow you whole.
The Prism
I see the prism for the rainbow ring
Can tell when you're telling me the same old thing
Leak - there a watercolor sail boat bleeds
Wish she'd whisper in my ear-
'Fuck me!', pale ghost please.
I see your body in a different light.
See your curves, sharp, knives.
Pulling strings cut the ties.
Left wide-eyed, blurry, mystified.
Instant
Sail swift my drifting kamikaze
Lift me to your graces
If you can
I blame you for everything
Who are you?
Did I make you then
When I grabbed a pen
Or when I saw what had been
Through another lens
Reflection of a sail on the water
My only friend today
But daily
You're there
Barely a care
Blanketing airs
With your affairs
Lets sink as a pair
I suppose I'm your captain
And you're just laughing
The banks the other way
So it's funny for both of us, isn't it?
Knowing there's no difference between us
Not knowing where we`re headed, knowing there is no such thing as a visit
Murder A Tree
I murdered a tree to make one,
this guitar-
Found a flower in the dark,
Stole a heart to make my art
and take your smile away
Songs, they bring back
tastes and smells of
Wasteful wells of hate,
Angels, bells and missiles,
Whistling by, kissing mystery
as I profit from mistake
I lay in bed with lunatics,
To fill my head-
With an audience,
Adjust the erotica
depending on the fence
I know I'm just a shy away,
to cleanse
a lullaby for the Decline,
Men of pause with powdered claws:
Behold my second guess
There's hair that shimmers
in the void, and I'm losing
all my poise, the toys are
piling up, my eyes are
snowy, noisy gray
I'll bleed into the river's bed,
until I can fill my head
with dread, edge, tone and
truth
or at least stain my brain
I wait for it to make a
choice, the flower's dew's
forever moist, coasting as I hoist
my remnants through
another day
Sometimes it's all gone, and then
it returns in throngs.
To bang a gong this song
tastes funny so I'll leave it
here to stay
To Know Better
What better than to wake to the smell of pheromones and clean laundry
in the morning?
The night before? Tongue twisting around like the colored ribbons of a
barber's pole.
A glass of water next to the bed. Sometimes it doesn't cease to
amaze.
Maybe just the day before.
A fresh smile in between chews of gum.
Or a breath pull into my diaphragm. And my eyelids flutter open just
a little wider.
It may not matter. In fractals we relate. Fragments of our great escape.
Do I know better?
The sun splashes light on these blasted hospital walls, composing.
I will not waste my time to think.
Beauti
For Erin
I walk away from the Isle of Is.
To wade through the star-white waters.
Unclinging to the dry dreams
Arrtilerry Devicer observing a
close proximity,
Free-of-body travel Phones.
Creamy, luscious, lightning hues
and the vague and the vivid.
The God Experience.
A perched vulture; a red canyon
in a severed desert, I swam on...
Burying the secret gleam
The reproached child
The strange and irksome tenders
The here-say
Surrendering the pleasant,
I too thought clearly
I had been outspoken, and I swam on.
A priest without a clock
Treading a droplets tear I waid-ed
My outer-essence uttering music:
I was milked for a present holon.
Whatever
For David
Like Dumbos,
lunge for the peanuts
The horizon squared
paired us up in life's meaning measured
Shared abstractions, child-thunder eyes
and our own goofy steps
To reach the end of the line
and sleep
Got to believe in myself
because no one can do that for you
Genuine in inequity,
You was, all buzz
all-drenched
Psycho-knot,
camouflage, dyed it seemed
like a rainbow mirage
Slow nose, fast brain
still knows snow flows
Backwards, warps
flames crafted
We stole bikes,
pimped cars
Crossed lakes
in a hamster wheel
Wore our drugs and
they hugged like Pamper's feel
But like a jazz bloom
incense smoked, accent
Blaring, stale times
a clearer mirror in the bathroom
Pale cigarettes
with hesitant symphony
Messaging blissfully
we all have our pageantry,
Our passions
clean whispers
Let's do some funky flips
and land on the sand for grip
Cold Hard Maps
Flaking frost drifts off towering hills,
Land and lay their rigid bridges and floors
Give the now unsettled Earth release,
Relief of her secret; O her restless blanketing
-Will you now warm yourselves?
Tame her impatience!
Air-born,
Heaving of parchment paper
and
Wells of black ink golden quills so fondly lick,
And to bathe that Sun
Your forks of white-cold
Slipping mirror tongues pierce the bluest ceilings
And raindrops tear through as they
Sample your finest point
Our naked vapour
Our hands unbound
Growing eyes sketch all these far stretching
This thing speaks and can bend
- And lastingly;
For survival selfishly loves survival
In excess,
This tar flees my grasp
Consumes a neighbor
Coating his hardened spaces
Swarming his history
Will you stick on him instead then, my cheapened air?
Tomorrow will be afterthoughts of yesterday's journal,
But why has today resigned to starve?
Is it as simple as it's belly is hurt, marked-up or pinned-down;
Just a game of darts?
Lostmind
And I lost my mind like a carnival
Tumbling thru your worlds
Collision-polished floors
Fangs behind casino doors
Keep score, sex-dream creatures bring a Holy
Note for her - a dull march hurts
Walking to the end of the leaf
Origami tongue waiting twist
Underneath
A wrinkle in thought, we are a spot
Inherit the meek
Go hide your zebra somewhere else.
It has come off the leash
Grace
Ruled her world punching at a calculator that only reaches 31
Almost as if she`s at ease - hunched over it's rolling hills, plucking weeds
But I can hear that train a-coming
But you can hear the whispering strain in her spine
Coiling, recoiling
The strain in her smile or a growl beneath her tamed mane
That bulge in her precious clear eyes
She watches vigilant like a bird on a long swaying branch
She's perched and it bobs and it dips low to the soil too
But there`s grace in her figure
Founded taste in that disposition
Suddenly subtle and nude in fractions
Delicate fractions
Tongue so pink, lips just redder
Her smell real
Faced to a point like a bird, her cheekbones are precision and elegant like birds are...
Meant to fly like a bird...
Wherever the wind should be
Wherever the wind is wished
But she's playful, she's wishful
The sun grows jealous too
She means it when she says it doesn't mean anything
She knows no evil
She laughs a piercing cackle almost incessant, insensitive
But I need it, I want it
I wish it
I feel it split the rocks around me
Reveal the history of her breaths
Glistening in the dew on her feathered wings
It's thirst that drives me
A thirst that won't leave
Light pools when she beats her wings
Drowns out the mightiest storm
Yet her tears are mere hurricanes
A sour dream with a hint of creamy sugar and lemon twist...
I will drink her light to her light
Her anger's brash, tolerable, always unexpected,
Always cute, annoying and useless
Her tears hurt the most
They beg for my tears
They beg for hope
They beg for inaction and more calculation
My chest is heavy with her thoughts
My heart dampened by her storm
My dreams ripened with her grace
I'm not sure if we are looking for the same answer or a different question
Maybe fragments of our great escape
or I may never get away and I've imagined all of this
Death
I'm Death. Feel me when you're trying to feel alive.
I'm expressed through these lines, when you're stressed about time.
I'm closer with every breath, I'm closest when your eyes are opening and you're trying to deny them.
I'm Death, I help you get things done. Hang over your chest and your head like the sun.
I melt away when you're having fun, when you're feeling blessed or when you're making love.
I'm Death, I make you look for purpose.
Try to find connections that fell below the surface.
I'm the dirt you sunk your beliefs in,
I'm a tree rooted in reason,
I'm yours like the seasons.
I can hold your hand at any moment,
I'll encourage you to keep going, good soldier.
You and I are not opponents.
I'm Death, haven't I been there every step of the way?
When life wasn't around, wasn't I there to play?
I'm Death. My rests create melody, there is difference between Hell and me.
You are Me, when your mind is occupied.
Hidden behind a curtain.
Do I still make you nervous?
Doctor's Note /binkster
Doctor, doctor, doctor,
Doctor, doctor, doctor-
Sorry to bother,
I killed my lungs with cigarettes
Now minus my sinuses, I am a mouth-breathing, over-achiever
Do have anything for my inflammation? I mean immolation
I feel strong like an anchor.
So what's up with all this blood I've been tasting?
And where are my dreams taking me?
Are you saying I should slave all day and skip out on vacation?
They are wild, high-lighted in violence
I've been self-medicating with heroin and patience,
But now my bruises started chasing
me.
Here is spirit in a bottle,
any sip I take,
I always test the waters.
Pardon me,
Pardon me again
Forgot the broom for the mind-swept,
Time-kept up in the attic.
So run into the arms of another starving garden,
Because I believe in life we love to touch Death.
And I`ve made some guess as to why in G-d we trusted.
And I know I have to go to another for my tooth problems,
So I'll leave you with these, while I ponder and you catalogue 'em.
This note; should get you out of school tomorrow.
The Offer
An offer you can't refuse
When the fuse is fixed
Music is mixed
Your kicks are kicking
Counseling the console
With a swift stick shift
Cruise control-
But first enjoy some adhesive, elusive
A lunatic and minute
When the moon I lose my soul looking at Neptune
Something new
Casualty, pole-vault vanity
How you made me grew
Manic candidate for the massacre of tools
reporting thought for food blues -
Loose screws...
We are now on air and recording so it's half a lie
Proportions constantly magnified
Emotions are just fabric ties
Doctors say I'm alive, too young to have died
Distorted by the apple-eye
Resort to trust my own sight
I decide my East and West
Chose the tar sands in my chest
I'm Tarzan running out of breath
Inspecting as I reject
The star's hands as they pump my chest
When all I tried to do was rest
When all I tried to do is rest
An offer you can't refuse
When all I ever did was lose
Our world's a vinyl I'm a groove
We're playing chess make your move
Waste me finality, I finally deserve it,
I'm a criminal because I can`t convince the murderer
Taste me melody, or clementine
I'm lemon-lime
Waiting in line
I hop in the centrifuge-
An offer you can't refuse,
Well you always can
Cannonball over the wall
And disappear from awkward view
Mock reviews, talking clues
the three little Stooges
We'll all catch up at Lionel-Groulx
Want
I need a hug and some kisses every day
I want to be vaguely missed in a way
When the days start to rewind and the good times stray
Sometimes I remember that little something that you'd say
"Go ahead kid, you'll be okay"
Whatever that means, but hey,
Play that dream through a pipe, take it with the grain
When a smile is all I've left to say
I wish you knew what I'd choose to do
What I'd give away
From A Squirrel
This is from a squirrel that tried to be a turtle-dove
Twirl into a world of mirth and girth and Persian rugs
By Smurf!
Burping from the liquid love, he'll shirk a million hugs
Sharks they swirl, his hair did curl
Wayfaring girls in murky tubs
To be, no "Rubbie", running, ducking, squirting soapy suds
And see the money coming, free from tummy grumblings... so many vaginas
What friends? They said he'd never fly
His squirrel-y family in denial
By the by the tears he cried gave
Him a stream in which to paddle
His favorite phrase, "I just don't know",
But one he only sang alone
He read the books from windows thrown
And for the Lord and with his soul
Composed a poem that filled a tome
About the rim he liked to roam
It was ignored and justly so,
They said he wrote his own Bible
He climbed, he did the vine
The escalator saved for centuries later
With time this squirrel did fly
Not a dove, but a famous aviator
Hamsters running on their wheels
Rats racing labyrinths for their meals
Sharks breathe dirty bubbles thru pretty gills
Our cliché squirrel, left this world,
Reconciled in how he feels
Myself
I'm doing selfish things
I'm hurting myself
My self won't even see me,
'Cause he's off with someone else...
I wish I could re-run,
My days of young
I would hate to see you go,
You bored and lazy bum
I'd like to see you over here
But then again, I'm trying dear
I try too hard, too hard for myself
You know I'm just a blink away
I'll come to you in ever-glades
And shake sense falling from your mouth
I'd hate to see you hurt with me
Rolling 'round, like tumble-weed
Crumpled up, and put on to my shelf
I'd love to be what you want
Stained in glass, 'top Lego blocks
I'll be yours,
If you'll be myself
What time is right?
What phrase is free,
To be all it wants to be?
But I'm still lonely,
Still notes of music
Ruffle thru faux-fur coats
My body is a voodoo doll
I keep it here,
I've got names to call
Why promise myself
Something I won't do?
The game remains the same,
I'm blinded by the rules
Why do I kid?
It's dark and dead
The bloody blazing sun
Is in my head
Like shapes,
I'd love to cut you out
Lose it all, for a silver tongue'd cloud
Who read the lips
Now empty voice
Sipping still in deadened space
Behind my brow,
Inside my face
Potential
I Am So Mist
A sly son shining slick, giving smile tips
Milky blinds drip on her prickly thighs, he climbs,
The vines thick, in the spine and tingles in his Mistress
She shyly sighs while he tries to pry open prior, major misconceptions;
To be more than ticklish
O my Universe, work your light in,
Slide over this shady corner, shaggy carpet lit up,
Stories we mimic, one size fits all
Disgusted with the wisdom
Motion made matter
Monstrous bloody splatter, as the image gathered in the sun splash
His holy`s tamed quick
Going miles to the meter
Ink to the pen
Veins to the feeder
Heart throb, pumps the stomach sick boy
As he wraps lips around her generally used for eating orifice
Lick me, link nozzles
Nestle here,
Home is where the West is...
You won`t miss me, no mercy, piss on the fire
Extinguishing expected
Picking up the puzzle where we left it
Everything outside, is in him, and he's in her
Why isn't she in him, oh wait - There she is
Left brain twist, arm plays kid,
Trigger, click, bang tsk…
Tick Tick Tick trick.
Lift him from this aquarium -
The water is so cold, he`s barely numb
I propose a staring contest thru the glass,
You`ll collapse and beat your wings and drums in unison.
Then again.
Loves so if,
Salty breath and spitfire auto-pilots
Be wet -
I'm so mist.
A Wheel
Unfallen tears push my hair out grey
Refused to believe you could be feeling the same
That the unburied dead are covered by the sky,
That I needed to teach the ideal, re-invent the diamond
Get to Heaven from anywhere
You're plummeting, reach a summit before you die,
Road of patience is paved,
Yesterday is in the grave, I'll be okay,
I left the bouquet of flowers on the counter, though
Avert my gaze as they`ll only get sourer,
Watch the clock tower face as it counts hours
Mind wiped clean, rinse cloud, throw away the towel
Organized religion is contradicting-
Giving up my genetic imprint for a chance at true forgiveness
You can always recognize a god in good humour-
You wanted the best, you got the best, with a kiss to your tumour
Stick the sun and rays drip,
Water me down like a prescription
The soil's enriched with crooked little pixies,
A growing field of tulips do the talking for me
When I wiggle out of grip
When it's time to keep a distance,
Gamma from the image has me wicked,
My earth worm stubble, while I mumble shit I made up,
Stumbling in the abyss
Target practiced, bull's eyes brim bright with promise
But all this, conflict, don't bet-
Forgot your wallet in your other pyjamas
I prey on piranhas, take the whole school out in muddy waters
Victoria, I'll tell you a little secret -
I'm only sleeping, now what have you been keeping?
I'm trying to relate with the unconscious, but they're all leaving
Thin King`s Sabotage
Ride the rails, blazing infinity
Hats off to you, backseat,
Red car,
To the hills, and over
Power wheels, under a covered wagon
There is a ghoul among the Ghosts of the Known
So I draw a nice bath on January the 1st,
Grabbed my tea and biscuits, go to the orchard
Dead dud of a star looking at me while I walk hammering into the wet black
The mountain wallows
I miss the top looking up from the bottom
I find it hard to swallow
If I climbed that
I fear I'd forget
The slow crawl in the pounding heart of this corpse
Listen to remind myself what could always be
`Round the bend, a street that killed desire
No sound necessary
Spillage
Ring, ring in my ear!
Fake tinsel glistening!!! *
Forget the copper!- I now use that for my sink!?
You might not know!
So I have got to tell?
What stories grains of salt
Can spill!?
I'd will a clearer image
I'd will sincere mistake
I will not be reading off your will,
In your wavy wake
Why don't you kiss me, darling?
I wish you'd call me that
I wish I could understand,
Why, I'm so bad?
I think you would not care to know
The way I lust for you
We're better first, above the earth
In hot air balloons
Gravity, amazes me
I often let it slap me flat!
So scrape me off the pavement, baby!
I am nature's gravy!
It's crazy sad, but I'll be back...
By then I'll have your back.
Go
Figured these words dark matter
Order over everything,
Bounce like a check
Cell in space
Road running savannahs
Images charge, change with childish concentration
Life has its way with you,
Like Gabriel when he slipped off his wedding ring like police flip sirens at an intersection
Figured these words,
Worlds collide, a sliced spark in the clouds like summer
I'm a rock, a star
A soft spot to fly far
A letter-head
Gold-plated tests of residence
Naked eyes wide-open buildings rise like - address
No code
Valueless is property, so let it be
Go
Underground
Went there in a hood that hid my face and hair
Sunlight shining down from a distant crown, in this buried town-square
Where no one dares to go it seems
Or they no longer cared to show themselves
I then left town to see the farm-folk
Found the fields and there was no one home
How things grew, I`ll never know
Walked by lantern, toe by toe
I had heard I should be careful
Tote a gun to be sure
Shoot at what you have to
You can never tell
A shell blasted out of my barrel
To meet the eye of the scarecrow
I think I like his apparel
I think I'll get that hair-do
I heard memory of rambles from a fellow, up-above
There had been sounds from a spooky house
In the basement I suppose
It must be dark underground, playing with sparks
There's no energy in the area
I passed it by for now
Who knows what I'd find in there
I'd be lucky enough to reach again, the surface
Without being ensnared
I continued towards the shadowy hills
Where the wealthy reside
I heard they had some parties at night
But they mostly stayed quiet
I got an odd feeling passing the Evergreens
Each time I turn a corner I can sense something's watching me
The clouds are laughing like something's funny
All I see are bloodstains on white streets
I quickened my pace
The lamplight was faltering
John lived just up here,
At least that's what the post-card said
Brain Itch
Good morning, midnight, I hope you slept all right
Before your spine slithers and skin crawls and thoughts drop like hard stones
Before and after death, before your brain's itch?
You're the perfect scratch, to feel the music on your face
You can be a starling, darling
The colour already drips from your wings
Composing a wave of dance beneath you
Let the storm drown away, even bitterly, in that marvelous pool
Trace it now, eternity
With your fingers or your sharp claw
Turn your head and let the cold seeking eyes glance off your smooth neck
Wrap your heart up tight and squeeze it's life out and all over
Let the sun rise against you as you laugh with the moon
Curve it's fire and calm it's wrath
Steal the warmth for yourself and brim your soft star-eyes
Daring eyes that swim keen in and around this place
Release your grip on the clock, you sense time is listening
Lick your lips and smoke your golden ticket
Embrace the fine sieve and fall free
None will cling to it, no matter how we try to get heavy and wet
Too think
think too much I thought
to reach a clutch,
blind spots safe hut
cook up cookie crumbles
push, prepare, plunge
a plush dusty desert-
playdo rubble
pass through casted travel tunnels
trouble down emphatic funnels
pit of stomach thunder grumbles
reflecting teeter-totters over moving-picture-perfect dirty city puddle bubbles
prove the glow's real
followed by hollow halo cuddles
struggle with a perfect paddle,
skip pebbles to skipping beats,
bouncing peasant vision,
hard to swallow will`s weak
choice muffled by the bottle
softened and your subtle
conscious of the circle
chasing tail like poodles
reduce me to a toddler,
hobble down a tracking
unbuckled duffle leaking mutters
swing and I sway to the wayside,
play in glades-like til day dies
cat-eyes dilates surprise
Going Anywhere
I perch on the edge of the world
a concrete alcove for me to bury
Scribble down tantrums and visions
in hopes to make sounds
Like nestling against a tree trunk.
I breathe relief
The stars are bright, up here
Planes are mere rumbles against a steady hum
Soothed, and my structure melts
Air is calm, significant
Like being in a dream, and remembering your life
The tension eases off my temples, over the top of my ears
and out the back of my skull
Negative space is all that matters now
The things around things
I concentrate on the hum, or is it a whistle?
It seems as though it may also be chatter or a chirping.
I'm not so sure the Earth is making that sound
It sounds like some sort of energy field.
The pictures are off in my head.
Like I'm hung on a void after all.
But there are always distractions.
Like a dripping faucet
Today, it will be a rich man's faucet
Fresh
It definitely sounds like chirping now, and it's layered
Maybe it is just in my head
But why would I create that? I doubt it.
The is also a bird nearby, in a birdcage
But he is quiet now.
There is another layer, inconsistent
Brrw Brrrw Brrw
I'm going to sleep, this isn't going anywhere
GOLD
Jewels are formed with truths and
Our moon might decay
I could take you to the Everglades
Undertake in the heavy shade
Heaven`s gates can wait today
At least until we pray
Bathe in the honey gaze
The maze makes you stay
Wade in the shining sea
Starlight beauty
Laze in the hideaway
The phase never fades away
In ways of a Midas-face,
Gold can never stay,
I will look for taste, on another day,
And when I find my zoo, I'm true blinding-grey
Jewels are shaped with glues and
our moon might decay
Bluenose
Ravage the food and fruity wine
thrown your way
And your home will smell lovely
and of pine
There's no time;
to tamper with the damp and heavy fabric,
The cloth of life.
It's fibers are sopping, tiring
Making your bow,
like raindrops on a stormy deck
Believe
words are sure and certainly
fierce,
They are as steady as the waves she breaks
as she sets out on her plotted course
and opens her sails to the wind, gracefully
The Silver-screen
Gazing at this silver-screen,
wondering why
I gave away my money
to do so,
Staring into this
mirror
Can I ever really look past myself?
A Mink in a Sheperd-less Herd
lovely tummy
protected blubber and flubber
funny yoke-filled and runny
smooth as buttons that
gel your pants
enchanting every seamstress
enchanting satin kiss
skin like lucky stars in twinkle
an ever-present wave of simmering
glimmering embers and creamy vanilla lava clashing
Eyes risk the blooming lotuses of thick and blotchy ocean depth
Nature’s abstract arc, jetting into a nebula
reflecting beams of tranquillity,
dream-like moisture, welling in reservoirs of elegance
you pierce through dams of absence
spilling this way and that
fountains of tidal whirls
vines of chaneled power flow
a pebble skips loosely off a lily pad’s faceless guise
a ripple, expelling a surging dissipation
dissolving a cloudy shroud
of obtuse abuse of reality’s inner
working’s.
A knitted pane of conceptualized ideals, shattered
an unbonded sealant of fulfilling self-discovery embedded in a
chain of instantaneous gratification.
A mink in a shepherd-less herd.
