(What survived since last Post several years ago ('18), in no particular order, I tried...):
[Skins]
The carnival's a circus.
The glass is full of shoeprints
Muddy underneath, fungible relief.
A bunch of stiffs split like matchsticks
Potato actors in a casket basking in
California absinthe.
Practiced what you preached.
Like a peach,
A swollen holy, I don't know
Rows and rows of Alamos
Bring it down to where you feel
Like another potato peel
At the beach-
Vitamin cherry.
I can write my way,
the golden road to nectarine, light my way-
O merciful Mary.
[untitled 01]
I felt winter melt in an ice cube tray
Hurry up already with the Moustaches
Cycles like laundry but beautiful spectacular a screaming incision into the highest ghostly oblivion
It's all un good fun all anger
Really it is
The breath is refreshing in ways I can't describe
Delicious
Rubbery
Tar
Carpet suction cups
We have lift off on the tarmac
And everything goes splat
The way it needs to be
Beautiful
Sensual
Tasty the bell ringing
In those movements it feels true
Everything. Is understood
I have been and will go forever
Will you take me there
I want you to.
[untitled 02]
They got along famously
Hands interlinked,
Powder on the nose
By the powder room sink
Noise off the concrete
Porcelain creek
Swimming with the shards
Pretty in pink
Discrete pindrops
Streak blurry trails
Mark of the first born
Sloppy ghosts on sale
Painted wood pretense
Wrench rusty from the road
Keep saying words
And I will try to compose
[untitled 03]
When the clowns and their spectacles come to fruition
I sift through insidious shifts in their vision
When the sand falls in line
And stacks up tower high
I pranced on the power line
Devour divine delight on your walk
The moon will tell fables
The atoms just talk
Chitter chatter
When the clowns and their spectacles come to fruition
I sift through insidious shifts in their vision
When the sand falls in line
And stacks up tower high
I pranced on the power line
Devour divine delight on your walk
The moon will tell fables
The atoms just talk
Chitter chatter
[Laughter was always neutral]
Grisly images;
Just want to burst at the seams
What kind of current is going on?
What did I do there?
It doesn't matter-
It's forever,
Cascading ymbrellas and peacocks
Nonono.
Not so exposed as I thought.
A candle,
A bird in a cage.
Laughter was always neutral.
[Right, wrong. left & right]
Took a peak over my horizon's ridge,
you did.
It may be a no-color,
Deflatable fold-away opaque latex paint slip-and-slide...
Then, blink
Flash, a starwhite magnesium blast.
Holy light syncs
and/or galactic flights,
following dark quiet.
Burnt-out my mind's eye; blackened.
Decay, shrivel & up
die,
And it comes back to life.
Sealed in, seared on both sides
And still beautiful as ever.
You grew still as the bloody blur of time & its incentuous obstacles barrel on by,
Smudged, a charcoal train thru a grainy snowstorm.
Then, you looked left & right.
Gradually calm twisting vines of your jungle.
Your heart of fire feeds the wild savannah
Birthing its motion. It's moon.
One can see licks of flame-bladed tongues lashing toward the pirate clouds.
Until they are crying mercy and spitting innocence.
In a limitless expanse of sky behind those clear, marble eyes.
I can almost see the door wide open.
-Nothing is cheap too-
Nothing is cheap
Labour is sweet
Do me a sexual favour
We're big on relief
Prey on the weak
Beg on your knees
Pulled myself up by my laces
Shoes sail overhead
Then go hang on a tree
Sway in the breeze
As shadows dance underneath
The heels of trim feet tap to the beat like Dorothy
Like poetry,
Truth drips to the street like Pentothal and Thorazine
Fodder for the canon
An extra life worth living
Story-mode examined
With a fragrance so flagrant I wager you cheat
Been on the case
Recon for weeks
Ascent like a beacon with reach
I smell bacon
Product placement
Stranger in a strange land left
Night passed, spent
With just a peck on the cheek
When the shepherd wrestles with sheep
Flock like a fleet
Playing catch and release
Peon, a natural freak
Know that we'll meet
At a moveable feast
Nothing is cheap
Labour is sweet
Do me a sexual favour
We're big on relief
Prey on the weak
Beg on your knees
Pulled myself up by my laces
Shoes sail overhead
Then go hang on a tree
Sway in the breeze
As shadows dance underneath
The heels of trim feet tap to the beat like Dorothy
Like poetry,
Truth drips to the street like Pentothal and Thorazine
Fodder for the canon
An extra life worth living
Story-mode examined
With a fragrance so flagrant I wager you cheat
Been on the case
Recon for weeks
Ascent like a beacon with reach
I smell bacon
Product placement
Stranger in a strange land left
Night passed, spent
With just a peck on the cheek
When the shepherd wrestles with sheep
Flock like a fleet
Playing catch and release
Peon, a natural freak
Know that we'll meet
At a moveable feast
For Someone.
- A Costume Change -
While the sun hangs limply in the sky; ready to plummet:
Yet still, enthused, as she climbs
The way to the summit
To pluck, our star
Our star,
That sings it's light
And breaks the Day
Now replaced, in the fold
A pocket
The silky lining of the horizon
Then, all those bright points
Seem to multiply
While a deft hand
Slings the darkest paint,
And in her wake
A perfect,
Chaotic
Wet black cosmic display-
As awesome bodies dance,
play.
Hammering thru now, the created state
To another place
that eyes engage,
They call it Night.
a watery crack p1
I watch
A blind man said
With a wretched little breath
A vitriolic vent
A watery crack exacted in cement
There was no light there to compliment
Nor flowers to grow, no butterfly flying above, hovering, alone, none shone down, alas, no, expose-
Round buds to grow and then propose, bloom/explode: just some of the chosen to plainfully boast like an oil spill, a run-of-the-mill inky ripple colour-wheel.
Wet with the creeky stench, a streaming rope, a snake from the lakes that slithers down the sides of mountains, into moats
Birthed from crying skies or the devotion of ocean
The price of rent and pent-up penthouse revenge-porn for the addicts in the dark tents. It ballooned, leaking perfumes, swept hued plumes carve grey-scale chalky fumes of a shopping storm and various costumed tussles.
Trickster indeed with a syringe up his sleeve, a hidden achievement and of course a bat in his hat to make the children repent for the threats he incensed.
Shaved from the naked trees pamphlets, braille manuscripts calculated calendars and scale models of pacifists that drift/glide, some might mystify when they collide and when it rains it pours it liquefies and, after, calcified, lightning strikes, patterns emerged recognized, just relics they expressed, unimpressed, dumb, dense as ice sculptures caught on the defencive.
Proxies of a pretense.
Those slips remarked on a rarefied call to resonate the sighs, the harmony of the perfect tones so might it tear, shred those clenched structures, a devouring air, just flecks, and left, reverted to trenches. Battered barren.
They let me swim inside formaldehyde.
Assuage the flames that claims it claims so many lives, we never lie
And that's a sign to see
And magnify
Its magnificent the way we trip over the encroaching release of further complexity
Now the blind man
Spreads his pardons, dressings wrapped like garments like butter on the daily bread of the condemned
Keep warm, calm, an honest storm
I watch
A blind man said
With a wretched little breath
A vitriolic vent
A watery crack exacted in cement
There was no light there to compliment
Nor flowers to grow, no butterfly flying above, hovering, alone, none shone down, alas, no, expose-
Round buds to grow and then propose, bloom/explode: just some of the chosen to plainfully boast like an oil spill, a run-of-the-mill inky ripple colour-wheel.
Wet with the creeky stench, a streaming rope, a snake from the lakes that slithers down the sides of mountains, into moats
Birthed from crying skies or the devotion of ocean
The price of rent and pent-up penthouse revenge-porn for the addicts in the dark tents. It ballooned, leaking perfumes, swept hued plumes carve grey-scale chalky fumes of a shopping storm and various costumed tussles.
Trickster indeed with a syringe up his sleeve, a hidden achievement and of course a bat in his hat to make the children repent for the threats he incensed.
Shaved from the naked trees pamphlets, braille manuscripts calculated calendars and scale models of pacifists that drift/glide, some might mystify when they collide and when it rains it pours it liquefies and, after, calcified, lightning strikes, patterns emerged recognized, just relics they expressed, unimpressed, dumb, dense as ice sculptures caught on the defencive.
Proxies of a pretense.
Those slips remarked on a rarefied call to resonate the sighs, the harmony of the perfect tones so might it tear, shred those clenched structures, a devouring air, just flecks, and left, reverted to trenches. Battered barren.
They let me swim inside formaldehyde.
Assuage the flames that claims it claims so many lives, we never lie
And that's a sign to see
And magnify
Its magnificent the way we trip over the encroaching release of further complexity
Now the blind man
Spreads his pardons, dressings wrapped like garments like butter on the daily bread of the condemned
Keep warm, calm, an honest storm
-3rd Temple Politics/Second Temple Hope-
I tap my index finger
on the
temple of time
to indicate you should use your head
Force-fed visions
of a simple time,
You were always crossing lines
And bragging about all the letters that you left unread
Although your name a futile farce,
A feudal forgery
A fanfaronade
Although festive, your funeral festers
A finality-
Although fettered and oddly feathered
You weren't caged,
You shook your fist at the worst of 'em,
Sometimes a show is no different than the reenactment
And may even that be sitting right next to the truth that
ate
you
but kept you
captive
Bludgeoned with a cudgel
and
Dragged away,
When you tried swashbuckling
And to test your bow,
In the end it comes down to flow
[Fit to be sick]
Samsonesque braid
With the Jesus-flesh bread, half-baked
On a flash-of-breast quest, match-made,
Bloodlust from the cup,
Stomach upset.
Euphoric? That’s proportionate
Categorically amorphous
But you’re gorgeous
Anointed as less fortunate
So open up your orifice
And let the divine vein drip
Take it back to the origins
The blame game’s main event
Sizzle and hiss,
The snake spinning on a spit
Around your lips
Red and oranges-
The bloodstains left to sit
Pointed out the obvious
A cog in the machinations
A ghost in the proclamations
Exposed a process of elimination
Intimidation
from the days of the slave ships, the same old shit
the same old song same old dance same old flogging in the old town square and the revolution that inevitably came
We view as romantic.
A tragic, from the Roman chariot to the Titanic
A manic decorating of the inside of a casket,
A pageant.
Those idle hands won’t quit,
And to wit
Every moment is magic
A pathogen I’m letting settle in
And relax.
Sometimes this sickness
Makes me feel so fit.
Samsonesque braid
With the Jesus-flesh bread, half-baked
On a flash-of-breast quest, match-made,
Bloodlust from the cup,
Stomach upset.
Euphoric? That’s proportionate
Categorically amorphous
But you’re gorgeous
Anointed as less fortunate
So open up your orifice
And let the divine vein drip
Take it back to the origins
The blame game’s main event
Sizzle and hiss,
The snake spinning on a spit
Around your lips
Red and oranges-
The bloodstains left to sit
Pointed out the obvious
A cog in the machinations
A ghost in the proclamations
Exposed a process of elimination
Intimidation
from the days of the slave ships, the same old shit
the same old song same old dance same old flogging in the old town square and the revolution that inevitably came
We view as romantic.
A tragic, from the Roman chariot to the Titanic
A manic decorating of the inside of a casket,
A pageant.
Those idle hands won’t quit,
And to wit
Every moment is magic
A pathogen I’m letting settle in
And relax.
Sometimes this sickness
Makes me feel so fit.
-With all of your heart-
Spit dollars
A fistful of ripped collars
Wish upon a death star
And find a pot of gold swallowed whole by flood light
Jaws of life
Glinting in the moonshine
Pried from the wrecked car only to afterbite, like
Catch fright and
Poltergeist
In mid-autumn
Amidst an ominous
Ringing tone crescendo
From all those anonymous tips
To sew woe, dethrone
And claim righteousness
Rotund foe
With a fe fi fum
Where the weed grows devilish
And the cleavage cleaves for second-comings
(All is fare in war)
Spit dollars
A fistful of ripped collars
Wish upon a death star
And find a pot of gold swallowed whole by flood light
Jaws of life
Glinting in the moonshine
Pried from the wrecked car only to afterbite, like
Catch fright and
Poltergeist
In mid-autumn
Amidst an ominous
Ringing tone crescendo
From all those anonymous tips
To sew woe, dethrone
And claim righteousness
Rotund foe
With a fe fi fum
Where the weed grows devilish
And the cleavage cleaves for second-comings
(All is fare in war)
-With all of your ❤ 2-
Spit colours
A fistful of ribbed condoms
Christ,
You been criss-crossing the country
With your love treaty
Treating the legend
Like one dead carpenter.
Wish upon a falling ball of yarn,
Pray for safe landing.
Come as you are,
The car amid the brawl on the Autobahn
and stay for the fake happenings,
The brunt of which got me
Fishing for a bottom w/
A lighting rod
But I'll trade for a delayed sapping,
A blade for a cake that I can eat.
Invade the enclave with Palpatine,
Install valkyries,
Eviscerate the most popular monopolies and train the left-overs
To walk into the gaping maw
Such bait-like behaviour
Packed like sardines in a cage
Spit monikers from the monitors
Till they're going bonkers
And Free Willy jumped from the balcony
Obliterated,
Because you alliterated all the way to a crazed alchemy.
All is fare in war
All is life in love,
And its commonplace to squeeze the space between the art
And God
-I Wasnt meant to do this-
Snowflakes, cream puffs and cotton balls
It's a pure desire and you can feel it,
And its not wrong
The fool is enjoying an infinite power
They're telling you to stay strong
But you couldn't maintain the mirage for long
Use my knife to part the curtain of the shower
Psychotic Demonic watermarks on the collar kinda left a scent or trail
I gotta tell you I wasnt meant to do this thats why I fail.
Aug 2020
[Cartoon Rose]
The orbiting kind
A chorus of So!s, it has been a web, such while
Taxed by axe
She’s out, all given out
never a stock pile
Up and in
I pop smiles and talk wild
It’s just her style,
She’s Not startled
she’s sweet sensible docile
I dodge aisles I mock Child
I cause you to get all riled up when I set fire to Asylums and I facefuck your denial
A vision to admire
A cartoon rose or,
A candied kiss
I scratch itch I’m all fist
I’m honest
No I’m not It can’t be taught any way I found the flock and how they gawk
I’ve got what they bought
Lock stock hemlock drip
Model car kits, a damned’d fish carcass?
What carnage such nonsense...
I’m just a cottage A storage lift The Purchase slipped, Out!
Onto which you pitched Capital
Allowances
A near miss in the sixth drawer from the top thought you’d find those drafts, recover those knobs, topple those floors, gob-stop, all just knots in a pinch,
Your cosmic you finch
The Mob has already been lynched!
Your swift
Rolling rocks
A cartoon rose or,
A candied kiss
I scratch itch I’m all fist
I’m honest
No I’m not It can’t be taught any way I found the flock and how they gawk
I’ve got what they bought
Lock stock hemlock drip
This is just another list
I guess
That cognitive dissonance that exists
Lives breathes but still
Isn’t
Obvious
The Gist, a fence
Défense, a rinse
I, and I, Miss the lack thereof
Running out of happiness to be scared of
Can’t even talk
About trust
Cannot not taste every risk
I’m sick, your tricks
Never mind us, love, lust
Nevermind my luck
Called it quits
Fuck the solder soldier don’t bother with it
It all fits, they’ll have a fit, a riot,
It’s for the audience
They got their fix
I got my piousness
For all the blips, I could never ever really give up dominance
I lied about My godliness
I called it and I’m calling it,
Kid,
“Monument”
[Defeet]
Expressions of soft amusement danced across her eyes
Awash,
With waves of craven beauty
Dripping melancholy
She's all wrapped up,
Rapt on high, by unchained melody
Data streams-
projected, out, darts & zigzags
Downloaded,
Like a drummed-up heartbeat
Scratched into a spreadsheet
With impeccable rhythm
Detecting the misteps in the relief
The notes, pointed
Let loose a volley of arrows,
Like the letters I glue together
Sometimes I forget they block out the sun, like locust
The mind blazes
As the moon weeps
Pile on
into the forever distant
Smile on,
and then it's gone
Where crow's feet sleep
The petals curl, a mischievous wink, inching, until
Brushed by a sun's beam, it unfurls again
A groan a creek, a moaning from our picture frame
As we swing, and we swing, atop
Of summer,
It's sweet grandaughters, running free, like paint without gravity
And we'll meet again
At the clock’s pendulum peak,
And marvel to the maximum at a waxy mannequin playing a marble mandolin with glass feet.
No, we won't.
But I will feed you to a matchbox,
And lend you a week.
They, out of sight, little mice with rough lives
knocking over the bleach,
Disinfecting the heroin chic.
Your tongue is a wreath. I’m a wraith,
I pay with faith to see.
You, comforting, an old, worn, tan leather seat in the car parked outside,
Wait here, we’ll go for a ride, but I,
I have to keep paying my tab to this army of smarmy barkeeps,
And I'll do it. It's done.
Push past
The heartwarming comments
Of cartwheeling pilots
That make up the kamikaze fleet
Sweet sap sloshing out of their mugs
Drenching our feet,
Our feet.
Autonomously performing the bone-chilling March of the Free ’til it’s obsolete.
[Hold]
a tortured soul,
moulded into a homegrown holy ghost
overthrown over-bored O contentious dare say pretentious diamond-speckled floating boat
but it wasnt i who made the toast
brain slit, the age hit
flickered past you like
even though i was built blast-proof
like
even though
i built this bulletproof glass dome and call it home
it saw us both
i sawed us both
in half thru
like
a past life masked thru, passed thru twice
the magic show
i asked you nice
and even evil
like simple people
that keep it peaceful
and in between the heaps of needles
i found a secret that leaps and
like, only similar we found it then
and like, the words we used were powdered then
and fine, the vine divine the power flows like wine ambrosia fine dispose of it-
a cartoon rose
A fitting prose I wrote atop the only place I really go
it's like, you didn't know,
or did you though?
its fake the bins are full lets rake it in
im baking in this oven loving all the hate we ate im caked with and-
the endless bedding fettering spending sweating fat tramp ass cramp bad stamp elastic
bends
roar of the titan
i had a bite or two or six thousand then
and im fine with them
filling holes is all it's ever been
a plug-and-play a smile for a face
ill take this dance a light all day
if you take away
a laugh for a race
and run away a runaway a cunning chase
a dumb disgrace
im done with grace
what grace?
a stunning face
a stunning face
and a sunny wave on a forgotten day where you settled in
all tucked away
[eyes squint]
Your eyes squint
Get a little dodgy when you talk about the pain.
As you fit it into the frame.
"Pursed lips sink cruise ships"...
And then the musical furniture,
Renders, but all the same,
I remain,
And wouldn't change a thing.
{Relax}
I was hoping to cry- but I couldn't.
I was hoping to lie- but I couldn't.
My body wouldn't comply,
So I fell into the fire,
And shook it.
Now my kindness-
A whistle.
My likeness isn't chiseled.
My spine is a bushel of thistles
and
Now my heart is an axe.
It's crazy, the things
You'll do for some peace,
Release, whatever you seek
On the path to relax.
- To Know Better Two -
They seem to always know better
But they're always confused,
And to do so I remain always removed.
It tears at the strings
Pluck 'em staccato,
It bears remembering the violin I used to replace our piano
Stabbed the keys like I was trying to take out the door handle,
Knocked over the walls,
Swept the awards from the mantle.
It's saddening and baffling,
To hear freedom ring
A tragedy.
I can't agree more,
That it's all for the best.
But I can't agree less,
That's all I got, keep it bless.
- Change -
He said, "people are strange."
People are change.
But all they do is change.
But why don't they appreciate food?
Why don't they appreciate news?
Some say they depreciate... ew.
Some of them appreciate, some rules.
- Where do we go from here? -V2-
Reign of fear.
A soft cascade of tears turned into a blood-stained mirror.
The cells make sound.
Bounce around barriers and keys to reception jangle while I fortify the physical
Instrumental,
Hit symbols and they ring out and shimmer .
Infinitesimal
A hologram,
An empty night-stand,
A smaller glimmer than needed to be pivotal,
Excuses minimal.
Kept it literal,
Still hindered by hundreds of sunset's sweat... Beads breed sea-breeze lyrical!
Empirical evidence,
Colonial a way they take and prey,
A delirium evidently heavensent to harness the better-kept secrets for
Bartered martyrs carving letterheads for precious renegades.
They say they're making lemonade and marmelade,
That's okay.
I've been drinking molitovs and other bombs I found in the lost brigade's caché.
-plain jane-
It seems chalky or powdery
It reminds me of the battering ram
I used to fork over the cattle
SEE.
With levity & brevity
We try
To mitigate the armoury
But as long as the wound is savoury they want a taste
See.
Celebrate the pestilent families
And all extended maladies
The calvacade of cavalry
Insinuated a fallacy
Damned if I be
Dawned if I won't
Wrapped up in the car exhaust that is the holocaust of the holy ghost.
-Unjuicy froot, it aint gonna move ya-
The relapse the loop
drooping to the bottom of the bottle
Relaxing on the roof
When really it's just a room
And just as soon
As we find it,
it's a scoop, and only 1
Another one duped and another one took a dip down the chute
Woo!
Tick tick,
Phew!
It's all a salute-
Even when you remove any recognition of all that is truth
-Unjuicy froot 2- v1
A stupid crook w/
a crooked stoop,
Leaning into,
Intuit.
The stuttered utterances
Of a gutter deal
Reached in absolutes,
And misguided common-sense.
A calm commonplace for a comma-like comet to erase
Juggling of the most subtle jargon
Balancing on the high beam above the lava and the larvae
The fireflies flicker like lighting in the maze
The alibis linger like the tidy little phases of the face
The lightning hit the sage and smoke enveloped the flighty in their cages.
A sight to behold, when you want to get what you pay for,
A few knocks on heaven's door, I guess that's what I stay for,
To explore the catacombs built by the bright-eyed and bushy-tailed
But I've been slighted by the slime of the 999 sighs & wonderz of a slender, squishy snail
Sizing-up the crime-
Making sure to make bail.
-Unjuicy froot 2- V2-
A stupid crook w/
a crooked stoop,
A lean-to.
Leaning into,
Intuit.
Fluttered mutters. Seal the deal with gutter stuttered utterances.
Reaching absolutes & misguided common-sense
A calm commonplace for a comet to erase
Juggling subtle jargon
Balancing on high beams above the lava and the larvae
Fireflies flicker like a wick,
The lighting in the maze.
The alibis linger like tidy phases of face
The lightning hit sage, smoke enveloped the flighty in their cages
A sight to behold, to get what you pay for,
A few knocks on heaven's door, I guess that's what I stay for,
The catacombs built by the bright-eyed and bushy-tailed
Oh my. I've been slighted by the slime of the 999 sighs & wonderz of a slender, squishy snail.
Sizing-up the crime-
Make sure to make bail.
-Thru second-hand smoke - Lvl 1-
Maybe it's just infatuation,
Though the opposite of frozen,
The patience wore out the lab coat
And I concentrated on the camp where you left me out cold
It didn't take but a day,
To dispell the rain and pain away
For your smile to be spilling rays
For that kindness to seal up the complaints,
To tape up those places where myriad faces poked their air-holes...
I still think it's fair to note,
That as the streets rise to meet our gaze
That even in the best of times, in this holy shine-
it's a lonely road,
But we triumph,
yes, blessed,
like a great slingshot, stretched,
true and west,
always&forever death-defiant.
And even when your skin is pressed against mine,
Again.
yes, even then
Do we go it alone
The Constant Collider scribbles lines:
Waves and their functions, inevitable climbs,
Where I can't find the time,
or charity,
to decline-
We wind thru a drawn-out echo.
Holding on to the memory
Of holding,
you,
And the display.
Hands a-dangle in the blaze,
Flames singing praise,
Sparks a-spray,
And the embers scream their fantasy
And burrow deep in a cello-bellowed delicacy...
And,
all the sounds of a happy day ricochet
Thru second-hand smoke.
-Thru second-hand smoke - Lvl 2-
Maybe it's just infatuation,
Flawed.
tho,
Thawed,
An opposite of frozen
The patience wore out the lab coat
And I concentrated on the camp where you left me out cold...
It didn't take but a day.
To dispell the rain and pain away
For your smile to be spilling rays
For that kindness to seal up the complaints,
To tape up those places where myriad faces poked their air-holes...
I still think it's fair-to-note,
That as the streets rise to meet our gaze
That even in the best of times, in a holy shine
it's a lonely road,
But we triumph,
yes, blessed,
like
a great slingshot- stretched, out, out-stretched,
true west,
always&forever death-defiant.
And even when your skin is pressed against mine,
Again.
yes, even then
Do we go it alone.
The Constant Collider scribbles lines whilst cleaning lenses:
The waves and their functions, inevitable climbs
Where I can't find the time,
or charity,
to decline
We wind thru a drawn-out echo.
Holding on to the memory
Of holding, you,
And the display.
Hands a-dangle in the blaze
Flames sing praise,
Sparks a-spray,
And the embers scream their fantasies!
In the end
all mechanically,
And we burrow deep.
Some times bear our teeth,
Hoping to bury ourselves in the service of the underbelly,
running-toward-or-away from the constant swelling like a cello-bellowed delicacy
and maybe plant our feet,
feel the verve,
the nerves of a planet beneath
And all the sounds of a happy day ricochet
Thru second-hand smoke. -*
Prologue:
(like the pitter-patter pleather-lathered play of a ping-pong ball captivates slicing-thru-space, traced, zip-thru, erase it all fluidly,
My weightless behemoth
all the way to the zenith, almost got knocked by a zephyr,
beat it back with a feather
and there they were on top of the summit,
Ready to embrace the option and let it drop off as their faces dissolve like solvent
And there they were, ready to submit,
and take the metro back the other way, and call it quits, in the name of due diligence
Won't find them having a grand ol' time in the brightest goldest moonshine swimming in the fountain of MY untidy little plummets by design,
Not there for the laundromat visit,
gotta' land to envision that mission.
Most of these extraterrestrials can't even stomach it
Get befuddled by the kerfuffle
(Let's hug and eat a ketchup chip).
-Nothing Is Cheap (A Comforting Exit)-
The handsome sergeant
Appeared shook up, wagered
Haggard
His canned memories restless
catch on
Touchy corners sordid orders corded borders edges hidden from the chewed up
A constant breathless juggling but the clanging iron in a salvage yard
But it is suitable, the infectious
Unguarded predilections
Subtle is
The slicing of jargon so jagged seep patience rusty and ancient
Coated paper wasn’t allowed
Not one perky pamphlet
A Joker card discarded crumpled and left where we kept the straw broom like something deemed old, out of tune
Flew the coop of the loom like last years costume
This unit is remarkable and marketable and will remain pristine If Inept,
by the behest, the mighty flex of the Troops
The truce is a fluke
A revelry of cavalry
It’s liquid won’t settle on the mantelpiece, medallions the boiled over kettle of our angry vanities inventing new ways to incessantly wipe clean with warring niceties, beautified alibis
Hurts the eyes with that ocean shine
Miles deep
Boring holes into beauty queens
Beautiful body pile heaps, nothing is cheap
Still it’s residue, can it be excused?
Or yet exorcised; or best described
That holy savoury soup, stays amused, sticks to the spoon, droops
Sipped on too slipped on thru gaps between the clowns tooth kept for display but for this majestic use
Time is thru with the Savage basking of youth
Your truth and the blues both muted
it’s cut-throat where the corn grew
The bouncing chains, rolling reins and raw stalks
The hometown sinew fought for anew
A stupor of chastity
But it’s still pewter
Hardening of poisoned veins,
The stoned grain
What the eagle spotted was
The forever kid standoff, bloody hands hold in places chanced parts of brain
Unhinged I heard a squawk but no angles explained
How many times can you ask for proof and about how many nooses need we use
To tame and to soothe
tethered peasants, the feathered prudes
When all the skies have fallen
And all the bodies laid loosely abused
the love came unglued
I still can’t count, never will numbers I misuse
Can you
Will you won’t you
Please
Dispute me
Obtusely again
My friend
My regulatory ruse
Will you allow me to repent
Does it trouble you?
The way you left me
The sketches you drew
The mess that ensued
When we struggled for it
Everything we thought we knew
Thrust toward us a newborn justice thru the renovated window they chose
Face open
Frame carved out of the broken arch
The artifact we’ve come to lose
Let us pretend to enjoy the view
We’re better prepared now
To consume
Like passive brutes, active nudes
Perfumed, the glowing oeuvre
Nice to them but still invisible to the suits
A délinquant sentry that they’ve bent me to
One who won’t slide the chute
The war wasn’t won
Empire not yet rundown, unfallen
Isn’t it truly awesome, my blossom?
What we built to remove?
The squalor improved
Blessed, I have to guess
Powdery wet
Discovered in a wedding dress
On the winning side of a bet
Your silky best I always saw your towering pet, yes
With the mousy chest
Your music breath
At this point I’d kiss tasteless
Air
Blowing space to bits at any treacherous tear in our mirror
Our wax regret
Our silvery sweat
High with funny fumes, I’m bored of Sunday comic strips
It’s cardinal rules, points of interest, spearheaded refuse
The bombs just so partially diffused
Huffing the colored hues the blooming puff of jet fuel
It’s the pendulum
I’ve become accustomed to
A library of crayons where you melted modesty - a democratic cruise ship
Some tortured few may have heard sonic booms or an honest coup
To us the disgusted, a halted requiem, a medicine it’s how I snooze or howl
It’s how you measured my jowls
My flaws were for you
Your sacred jewels
Take one, and cut, take two
Checkmate, bless you, fuck you
Please
Wake up, come to, soma coma diplomatic wit
Run round with clues
Ragged but not rugged
Not a stockade
Rigged but not roped
Not a column but a place I’ve come from
Time to time to pray and pay
You’ve a clockface, I am looking for your shoes instead of the key to your gilded songbirds cage
We’re nothing but selfish gloom
Deposited,
Lauded, cosmic posturing frosted objects,
Clinically topical.
Just nothing, are we,
Like the last of the skeleton crew.
The elephant in the room
Abrasive erased through chafing sandpaper caustic chasm, but In tandem the battles absence consumes
Fills up
Edits done
And the life we never knew takes flight
Resumes
Renewed
Maybe he’s right about something
Maybe assume you knew I was the chosen tool
Always the fool, not ashamed or confused at the throne, I’ll own it
Not to blame, can’t deduce how it was the sword seduced the stains it produced
No point in poking the prodded the cautious alarmed at odds to be pretending to be shrewd
Make way make room take my place, lossless
This process
With my mushrooms,
We populate
A comforting exit
-Helena Waste-Paper Basket-
I’d like to squeeze the living death out of you
As the ballerina steps to the powder room
May be long gone
but I’m still remembering Sodom
Where Deliverance came due
To be too revealing is to lose,
As she conceals an unchecked mess of attitude
Cruel battle wounds and
face tattoos
A full view: The last breath of a battered muse
Lights pouring through
Bathe in the exodus
The rest of us
Reckless dust
Wishing we came with you
-A 'pure' Bedlam of Bethlehem-
Turbine days, ex-turtle pace
Petalled blades.
Defacto shave
Jangle craves
Snaggletooth jagged, candled cave whence came spin-cycle laughter, a jarred firefly for bartered cake.
An osmosis phase,
Faces changed.
jet thru mess flew a cosmos speck let loose, wild goose, a relic tank, on a razor's page - those eyes fiber-optical - the cable way
Armor ablaze, slain saved by the relay cage
Disarming, engaged.
tracheas sang for solvents
dancing for the picture's frame
Master's name
deaf his ears, past complaint
when answers came
Just a second stayed, one could call, afraid a Great Grey stretch whale-skinned Spider
in the classroom when eyes closed and I drifted yesterday
like a breeze or a garment hung to dry or a tease it was fleeced away and I woke up here, my model sphere, this focal place.
universal basic syndrome
flailing maelstrom of hiccups
unfailing salesman of this pen, those drones
dissent
These sentences.
mixed bag militant minnow
wrist slap nag nun ninja pin throw drop pinnacle
hot air balloons and miniature info
caught in saloon mock-ups defused softly abused drip waxed kinfolk
the walk on the moon more than true
force is true fortress youth
this fork is for you
choose:
the tall talk
the money & stock drop comedy
mic'd oddity-type colony
the flip-flopped sasquatch ad-hoc
the scratchy black earth
the mirth to earn, the yearn for a perch, to serve
rich dirt slips thru simple fingers, like water, like words
its church, verve, lurch- a purge
an urge not courage a scourge - a clergy
it's lunch or this/that a fat chatty atlas(a) spat, the rats mismatch
took her purse, at worse it's dinner, a course
a curse
empty stomach learned
nurtured urge,
that awesome maw,
masochist desert
the law
the club
But I found curb first.
-Foggy Forever- v2
I fidget these spinners,
Look fellow monkeys my digits are winners
Believe Christmas
Deceived wishlists:
The LL Bean Tupac tuna fish, melanin and belt balancing like held fallacies or children’s fantasy.
Reduced accountability increase funding
No no we don’t pray but we rage and we hope to replace the universal saviour image, maybe if you shut your mouth I’ll maybe finish, give a trickle of some
Ancient wisdoms and tickle,
And then some,
I’m impressed your baby mommas not dumb I grab some and then
Finish off/on your fine
China
Dishes or whatever you got for last Christmas you don’t remember because your cross now and pissed then because it was lacking brassiere.
Off your side didn’t appreciate it your breasts right you just wanted something. Up top on those fancy cabinets with Knick
Knack and other dreams that died
As soon as they were envisioned
I pray for concrete function too, not Wonderbras and not Reebok’s or salsa moves.
Stock a stuffing Turkey muppet.
Retrieve hitches,
I keep crannies.
We need mommies,
Indeed daddies,
And these grannies.
So badly,
It seems sadly,
We’re deemed happy.
And these families-
And these academies
These units: imbued sanity.
Those goodies, these baddies.
It’s contrived, and designed,
And it’s happenin’- as if alive!
Achieve flattery
A kind of action, maybe to die...
Chief faculty
Impaled by lies eventually in time
It seems fattening,
Refined relaxant
I need scaffolding,
I’ve found the pathogen
Hard to unsee, pounded placard men
Massive trench
The parasitic worms out of the woodwork
Written off as whim, lurk
The meek keep the thing immaculate
They even go to the firm
Point of no return
Future back again
And safe passage
I’m inclined to ask for it
And safe practices
With minor accidents
But no minors have to get it
A chord was struck,
Bet
It’s lonely solely knowing
Loathsome in your heaven
Only lonely for 11
We’re more in touch with weather
Than we are with treasure
I do think I’m clever
A curse that’s always pleasured
I just wish,
For warm embrace - hold in places
Muggy debased crates sat, matched outfits
Swirly matrix
Curly wisps wistful tricks fixed since they saw fit
Can’t erase this
One take perfection
Unfolding base rocking bracelets
Roll tape, when we’re all
Led with faces
Lip arrangements
A kiss invasion
Mission statement
Missed connections - in my brain or the train that barrels the whole thing down track inside this picture frame
Just wish,
Anonymous better
A substitute net for miraculous endeavour
A class taught on/in grass nought a turf or a church or a mercury-induced or inducing flirt
A learning to serve in earnest
The flex is murderous
Just,
It wasn’t foggy forever.
Was it? Wasn’t it?
Those rose coloured-glasses broke, fell from my head when my bike stumbled, my horse chucked and they shattered or melted or sunk into the ground. It was a lie, it’s no colour to shake hands on.
Band-aids cover every little centimeter. Of those mandibles, calendar markers,
Those fidget spinners.
-Foggy Forever-
He’s with it,
He feeds witches
Believe Christmas
Deceived wishes
I need hitches
I need crannies
We need mommies
Indeed daddies
And these grannies
So badly
It seems sadly
We’re deemed happy
And these families
And these academies
Those goodies and these baddies.
It’s designed
And happenin’,
Achieve flattery,
A kind of action
A chief faculty
It seems fattening,
A refined relaxant
We need scaffolding,
I’ve found the pathogen
And safe passage
I’m inclined to ask for it
And safe practices
With minor accidents
But no minors have to get it
A chord was struck, I bet it’s
Loathsome in your heaven
We’re more in touch with weather
Than we are with treasure
I do think I’m clever
A curse I’ll always pleasure
I just wish,
It wasn’t foggy forever
-Lot lizards-
My Mistress
Top finish
My Priestess
Hot image
Caught, struggle
Snot bubbles
Cold baubles
Hold, coddle
Will fumble,
Will swallow
Mock models
Mold toddlers
-Where are you? I’m on my beach - (Nov. 2020)
If y’all knew what I had this whole time, shit, it you would grab, toothpick by pick hor d’hoeuvres from circulating platters, snapshot disaster where we pander to your base nature makes self seem
Fatter fuck life,
I could outlast the unedited chapters, no fucking adjective for those Chambers or
The hand sanitizer
Or the savage televised whining of some big-dicked accented loose lip rival it’s collapsing on my head this
The
Capers of the ones that make the bed.
bad serving actors with
Loud patterns, sound captured the wretched allowed laughter reenact a scene from
Inside my urn
Heirloom
(scene hallow crow scare jackal lamp burns earth flat perch hammer doom see danger in the
slight caribou headcocked body-turn flock stare snare)
For
Jews
Who refuse to give rebirth right before they scattered the ashes and return to middle earth in a coin purse made of drawk
fastened with hahahaha hawk spit
Skin class dismissed or enlisted depending on dwarf dick squirt and it’s over reaching over boundaries skin girth where sat for service church skin and bones and presumptuous eye lashes and the birds try to
Make nest up in it
Out of
It, or tip the fucking counterfeit calculus
How could this amount to this.
Tip the pews and carve a flesh tunnel
I lost the point after day in day out hours of shovelling shit donning mitts I
Killed the bowl of rules, jumping crickets; unloaded
My self-serving small, split-end
High power
Fired heads
Go ravage a dumpster and wish that you still breathed
Image
Dimple monster, I don’t belong in your carnage it’s cobweb coverage hogwash husbandry goosestep saboteur spew rights stun fealty and I’m left hanging earnest
the calm con registrar barnacle revolver
Recoil then slither into
The wallpaper
Stalker mark-made
By this age your carpet should be ripe with age
(a place maker
suit of armoury
knights honour
pacemaker for hearts drama
rape law piranha
motor abilities
modem
Complicity dalaï
lebron fondled
U laronda
scrabble squabble
laundry chair lawn choir
convoy chore
contour de force, porous and hoarse with jagged
gem for choke on a horse sports of all the sorts also
Big dick eloquent misfit elegant pestilent animals
Of course)
for her face as you walk the beach inside your place hesitant symphony idle chase
The kind of spy taste before raze it fire laced place this country bumpkin on an old uncle’s knees and failed kidneys can cow chalklate hunger grumbling yuk tummy tuck duck
Mumbled til the food truck brought foie gras and toasted offerings
K it’s face fire and flames brazen
backwards to simple chase
Erase taste emerge
Before we lost the quaint. Find a sign then share it with me or die and wait because ya Rabid is not word adjective verb by which I wanna spoke this with sticks
Tear off the fleshbag rotten rag-tag frisbee tossing mockery of awesome dad who dropped the act and called a cab ran over mascots enjoyed the squish the crunch the blood the screams the scabs I-photogenic brain scans he can’t help but hate to admit he’s glad he tipped that cab ya!
Relish, no condiments robbing at freights end it while it leaves a trace and misplace Ace
All of his unwell meant for compliments metaphors that toppled dresses addresses mailboxes essays in the past tense trend speak per se
Ill find the severed weather pressure system
And you’ll still be looking at me like I’m crazy OR I CAN EXIST theyre all
From
A long line of pretty and crazy botched boss bitches I tried but just now the line I escape me I’ll finish fishing for dishes topple over study sturdy design diminish - itches flagrant ancient militant torments orifice profileskin screetch pallid delicacy same skinny team comedy evolve comet in pact no tact not intact at all smash grab
It’s rogue wave and copper tone cream gather and lather up melancholic drunks were soaking up star fun burns our numb all day calmly sonny
Where were you, on my beach
Missing your piece
Thought dead but I speak
Does that make me alive
Ill kill you well once promises not to be weak
Kiss cheek too
Kids trees kids skies child-thunder eyes bloom watch thru tomb they all womb we feed costume
Boom, bomb
But they sleuth and onto youse
-Blind Side’s Face-
Once day promises not to be weak,
I summon collagen for skinny-jean freaks
And apologies for after-school
Pocket-filled frights
Ignited
Bags of sunshine
Rocket-propelled fire crackers of spite
Overnight hospital stays, lazy one-way mirrors and red-eyed flights
How do you do?...
We commeth from above, our only comment as cousins of slumber, we do shove
Push and pull,
We’re rough
Unholy comets abrupt and temporal
Blood clots, erupt,
A mustard plug
We’re steeped and tarnished
The sheep and harvest
Sheathed and harnessed
The shield,
the bald eagle and
Balled fist
There’s a first for everything
And everything is amiss
It’s arms length
A far cry
An earth shake
Maybe one day we’ll find our way
Through the plate-glass
The rainbow
kaleidoscopic
Hearing aid
Maybe one day you’ll hear my words
For God’s sake
And let those weapons down
Forgive and forget and be yourself
Yet stay safe
We’ll find our way
And I’ll find those traces
Remind ourselves
Those sketches of sounds
Sketches of Spain
I left behind for hindsight’s sake
And stake my presence
An ever-incandescent
Sage
Your burning face
Sometimes I do wish it was your dinner on my plate
Most times I do wish we could just utter that we all make
Mistakes
And reshape
I checked my blind side’s
face
-artIchoke-
With this art I choke
It’s all going up in smoke
Can’t float, I‘m all done blowin’ up the boat
You brought a spindle when I asked for a rope,
You brought an arrow when I asked for a line,
And I’ll be fine this time,
As I define these Times,
And rewind these rhymes,
Too many heroines have died this time.
I am of the straight and narrow-minded kind
And I’ve been guided blind,
By the Signs.
Smoke designer nicotine devices, kicked vices as in past-tense and called it righteous,
Touched your mind and dared to call it Midas.
When you finally find us,
I’ll be swimming in the shallow end,
With the Lycans, strung-out on Vicodin.
All I wanted was to find a friend,
At most,
All I wanted to was to find The End,
Exposed.
I’ve been washed up with a tidal wave of entitlement,
And, This is the End, My only Friend, The End, « I’ll never look into your eyes, again ».
For Mom.
-Star Stealin’-
Fire of the moon,
Borne of gloomy tank, I swim
Levelling up in a swollen room that’s cartoon-
Animated, suspended.
Germinating,
A determined mermaid, a blade in her ribcage,
Defenceless; relentless.
Make my moves-
The kick brings pain and proof
And the wish sings joy,
Elated, inflated-
Naked, divine truth
Thriving off what she’s consumed.
The breath passes through gills.
In these dark recesses, protected from my reflections-
She’s deflected the chills.
Do our part, heal, out of a natural will
Not a speck of dust, no need for a broom-
Just the trust, the bloom,
The warmth, the watery tomb.
Odds like the lottery, opened up to possibilities-
Possibly,
Absorbing the nutrients
The wonder, the superstition,
Cells: Divisions, decisions, religion-
No incision, but just maybe a few stitches.
Fated to be Insulated, yet one of the living.
Your one that keeps on giving,
And I’m one that takes,
Shakes, shapes, breaks,
Heart-shaped earthquakes,
Your creation,
As if there is no ceiling.
No sky,
I’m not sly, cunning or tried,
Not yet robust with feeling.
A final thrust, Eruption- out chucked,
To the bust, and I trust I’ll be given a meal, and the Love, but for now I’m just one in a million-
Or maybe it’s a billion, or maybe God willing-
We’ll find a way, a time of day, galaxy gaze, and rejoice, star stealin’
-That was a lie-
Now I smoke myself to death
Kill myself alive
Bottle that pride then swig it down like olive juice
My power moves
My posturin’, an imposter
And it’s obvious this costume lives
Because you breathe life into the mock settlement
It’s all sediment, climbing up the glass
Endin’ up trashed
Clearing at the end of the last laugh
Where the faucet makes a splash
I gravitate to the past
Ill ask for a path
Even though it always cuts my ass
Showered with a million glittering pieces of stained glass
Im exhausted,
No I’m not, that was a lie
Im just bothered by the promise that the precipice can’t disguise
I tried to keep it honest
God knows, I fucking tried
To pry me from the pompous
I stay slow to get high
-I can’t count-
Back before the screen-capture of the Rapture
I was pillaging pastures
Making millions killing you bastards
Said this thief was a fool
Spilling his jewels
While you were spilling your drool in your bowl of cereal
I can’t count so it doesn’t amount
A culture like a vulture
A cat with a mouse
This what happens when yo’ boy don’t stream consciousness,
Oi, don’t need confidence
Toying with the cogs of the cognitive,
Boy oh boy it beam obvious
It’s what happened when we foiled plans to weed out the foil hats
And take some new oil lands
This ten year old boy might dance
Bicentennial man,
Belt better support those pants
Lifespan eager, never feeble
Can’t surpass his tenure, Pan or Peter
Made a deal & got the fever
We dove with desert eagles
Kept it real, keep it regal
Foam out the mouth, it’s ether
I’m heading out, I leave her
Momma I’m proud, I’m evil
Zebra.
Minimal Fog
Feels like writing with boiled cashews, cabbage soup, age’d Jon’s, soggy Cheerios, mushy crayons, Rainy suns.
Melty molten marshmallow.
Stickered-up A-Bombs.
Meaty stubs of toe.
The pulp of a blizzard of old bus tickets and coupons.
An ice cream cone folding into a moldy float, a fur coat, a mossy grove, old goat, a used bathrobe or shag rug.
Pizza dough. A terry cloth.
A cotton swab, hair of the dog, mare or just minimal fog.
Hair Dye
I still remember your smell
Day 1, by night, trusted you with every secret I could leak out
I outed every other woman and I was proud to’ve found a soft & crystal lover,
I still remember your bite
My fingers feel your tears
It wasn’t even close
It felt like 70 years
The new millennia’s here
Simple - just a ripple in a torrent of beer
I couldn’t write - never mind the fright of the light despite it
I publish my luscious & industrious fears
It wasn’t meant to be read
I wasn’t meant to be met
You had a heavenly head
Before my rotten ascent
I’m heavy cotton and wet
Already gotten and wept
Too many knots and I’m
Swept
Brushed, teased out and
Hushed like
The hair that’s on top of your head
-Shift, and be done- V.2
While you scrawl in your scroll
Items you’re told
Finish the poll
Polish the toll, little digits at home
Figures will grow,
Relevant mold for an elephant’s skull
Remember the tone
Not, but a gnome,
Who knelt at a throne,
Hums melody gold
His fellowship node
Fallen and old,
Silent and rogue,
Snapped like a bow
I crawled like a crow,
Belch up an era,
Boil the toad to oil the road,
And dissolve into soil.
Burned into image.
Run with the sun,
The wrath of the dandelion has begun
A war of the weather has chosen a someone,
A winner,
That sinner may climb up the rungs
So, commeth now, thou, all that shall come,
A singular moment‘s been stolen,
Robbed with a gun
Rebellious robot,
It’s Renegade Run,
A cellular solstice of synergies
Flung,
To relish in acid:
Hide like a spy, lifted high
From the chatter of spastics,
the fashionable chasms
Rendered nothing but plasma...
Would you remain handsome, masked and malleable,
Would you add to the sum?
It’s rancid and fun,
All patterns pampered with plastic
Are shunned,
Electrocute daftness and
Access the pantheon...
-Slash/dash,
crash & splash-,
A match, lit aflame with a thumb
The blame as the trumpets rang!
Cleared the lane, the train came any way, barreling, blaring the rational song.
Matter was crumble ‘til others were sprung,
A practiced wait,
Emancipate,
Laugh and be done.
There is no Greatness this glum.
No Debate could equate, nor discovery-
Arrived at Recovery’s slum.
Watch where you wind!
I will catch you in cast,
The cascading One
Your tendrils are capsules
Platform is rum,
Untied tongue,
My loose cannon
Curtains are black,
More axe than an act
The shame is exact,
Cuts like it’s glass
Or like plates in the trash,
He, the rash, would rather fast than admit it’s a knack,
No ask for the math,
Afraid to ask,
Afraid of the crack,
Grain spilled from the sack,
Murder thought centers blast!
Could be no wrong,
All eyes, lives and lies rely on reaction.
On, and on,
Heartaches a path.
Planes from the past,
Shift and be done
Shift and be done
Shift and be done
Shift, and be done
V.1
While you scrawl in your scroll
The items you’re told
Fallen and old
I crawl like a crow
Snapped like a bow
Silent and rogue
Belch up an era
Dissolve into soil
Burnt into image
Run with the sun
The wrath of the dandelion has begun
And commeth thou, all that shall come
A singular moment
Robbed with a gun
A regular robot
A renegade run
Relish in acid
Rancid and fun
Electrocute daftness
Emancipate, laugh
And be done
Watch that I catch you in cast,
The cascading one
Tendrils are capsules
Your platform is rum
Planes from the past,
Shift and be done
Shift and be done
Shift and be done
Shift and be done
-A state of affairs (part i)-
As if you’re already sold
As if I act old
Sleeping with me as if I can’t be woke
Been tired for a while,
Hid my anger in your blind spot
Flash of a mirror caught me wrangling a beast in the backdrop
Can’t stop,
Addicted to the snapshot
Yet you point the camera
And I back up
I never act stuck
I know the facts are tough
According to the songs, that’s love, baby
I’ve been dragged thru the mud and before we met I’d already gone crazy
I said I’d move a mountain not a boulder
This isn’t Colorado,
This is before I truly knew the state of your shoulder
In between times I was sober,
From June to October,
Over.
Dove deep like a gopher
Hold court like the owner
King of the Coasters
Shoulda slow-danced this romance
Shoulda let you walk
Wish you could’ve kept up
Wish I could’ve stopped thought
But I can’t,
so there’s no chance of rewinding the clock
Or we might be smoking pot
At the spot
you‘d be wearing one of your cute summer tops
And we’d be watching one of your stupid TV shows...
Adored you so much it was corny
Not ornamental, absorbing
Now history is distorted
And all the loss is afforded
Maybe this process is boring
Might fight the cost but you sport it
He took an L, that’s just Jordan
A wolf let a sheep let her court him
She grew her fangs through the forum
I know I’m lacking decorum
I know I’m also lacking nutrition, seritonin, a belt, and somewhere maybe a button is missing
We used to have fun in the kitchen
I used to have fun when you listened
I don’t even know what I’m missing
Thought I was done with the kissing
I know I went on a mission
They probably thought I was dumb from beginnings
I know my friends made a difference
I know my friend made a killing
I know my friend made a victim
I know it offends but I’m still used to nobody giving,
So we can pretend that we’re chill,
And that a friendship existed
Loved you and I still will even when I notice all the flesh ripped from my system
I'm not tripping
All the blood dripping from the ill will- thrust through me,
Teasing my corpse-
And in another direction...
Thankfully, I’m done with obsession
This is just therapy, lessons
Sometimes it’s just hard to tell truth from deception
Adapted a love song I never gave you and turned it into a blessing
Really, the truth is most pressing-
A state of affairs
On the road
From Depression
The countryside (part ii)
Welcome to the countryside
Where you always gave your life
And I never swallowed my pride
Where my idolatry died
Where never a trace of irony would lie
Where your tears trace the sky
You’re shooting stars from your eyes
Where the other half of this dichotomy collides
Where the fallen can rise again
Phoenix
And find again
Meaning
In the fall and rise of your chest
Breathing
Where we weren’t just animals and chest
Beating
Nothing more important than winning in chess
Fleeting
and your feet wouldn’t dare flee
This feeling
There for me in the bad and good times
Vanquished those monsters
Keep dreaming
And I never stopped eating
Or consuming our blooming love that you gave away freely
Trees swaying in the breeze there was no needing
Smell of dough kneading
Where I wrote you those AB, AB, ABC poems that I meant to
Where there was positive suspense
Start of something wonderful
No mistreatment
No confusion
Nothing misleading
Miss leading me by the hand,
Where we found freedom
Nothing but lazy days
Sun brightened your pretty face
Yet my chest tightened
My shoes weren’t straight laced
All the pure water I straight laced
Where I ruined a beautiful thing
An immaculate place
Where I thugged around, bummed around, obsessed about drink
Smoked like a chimney or a freight train-
Wrecked through the memories
Where I never took blame
Stole planes
Where I took aim
Where my anger was misplaced
Yelling Action! Where I smashed through frames, enflamed,
Where I led chase
I can taste the lead trace
Necks broken on your grace
Dancing on my grave,
Trampled and replaced
Who am I kidding, I asked for this pain
I’ve been rhyming again and again with the same words-
Never mind your name
I was long gone before you,
Who am I to complain?
Held a shotgun and said I aimed true
Told you to stop saying I love you,
I guess I’m not surprised that you finally came through and replaced it with I hate you
But I’m too cold
Im too dead
Im too sensitive
Im too emotional
Im too open
Im too closed
I’ve got too much baggage
Im too carefree
Im too rude
Im too nice
Im too sugar/Im too spice
This is cheese and you’re a vegan
This is wine but it’s all depleted
Im too drunk
You’re just fine
It was fun
Im not lying
You were everything
It was time
Its pedantic
It’s a tragic
Im an addict
Im too placid
Im a savage
Black magic
Im just plastered...
All over the place
Thoughts scattered like paint spattered
All over outer space
———————-
Woke up early
Went to bed pissed
Found Nemo in the toilet
Went downtown
Yeah I didn’t find a fix
———————-
You gave me a nightmare
This morning
My sugar plum Lotus
Precocious
Little potion
Pretty little poison
A bottled-up ocean
Body of wisdom
Ounce of caution
Kingdom of heaven
A neverending story,
My turn of phrase.
A never-mending wound,
Growing pains.
Still coming of age-
done turning the page, though.
Or maybe, I don’t know, maybe... « but he’s probably wasted... yo»
-Break-
Trying to make new arrangements
Displacing the furniture
Polishing the cage, it’s,
It’s,
I wonder if the frame fits,
Theme’s kitsch?
Time slip
It’s,
That damned Hokey-Pokey he threw me down, down a dark dirty ditch...
Emerge to talk without lisp,
Walk without trip
If they knew about the strangest
Don’t have the faintest, in these relationships -
If they thought it was an alias
I don’t need to work Wonders, or wonder if they want me to mention aliens
Because that’s how misplaced this is.
Self-serving all-American tasty grits.
Grilled grizzly gristle drips
Still on my way thru that list
Line-by-line
Lines crossed then dismissed
The elimination diet
What do you know,
I might have something to say.
What do you know? This could be the day.
Will it rain?
I took a break like your bicycle chain
A chain-gang became Changeling
Rode a board, the wave, avoiding pain
Anointed
Flayed and on display
I was Still, really, aboard a train-in
-transit the Prodigal Son and still, still I remain
Every boy worth his weight in sunrays loves gunplay- in the middle of a runway on Sunday - some say I talk too much, consumed your lunch but at least I’m not afraid to touch
Just a touch.
Ache like a ball
To the brain
Get it?
ball&chain, malls. chains
Over-eager tall flames engulfed the RomComs of today and came,
Left behind a Starbucks cup and then I came and dropped off a tobacco coughing stain
They might call and complain, there’s no point, they’re disappearing as you read them these Words you find watery evaporating from the page
Confiscated of your name and
The Blankness inundated with your face
Yet, why does the Bronze remain?
I’m no runner and this is no game
Calling it a sport would explain it.
A Break from everything.
I mean everything; all things all beings
The all-seeing
I know a hiding place
They’ll never find me if I can stay wide awake
Even with their awfully violent pace
Let them chase
This artful silent snake with apple-bait bides and waits
For approbates
Recalling all cars
Every last one a mistake
Every tremor, every shake
Every sound
What the quake of her laughter equates
Every nugget of brain, bound and raped,
still, ever-changing shape,
in-and-out place
Missing Autumn praise... right before it takes
As if I can’t catch a...
Wry-Bred V. 1 (for some)
The Sun smiles wryly on the world she wept for
Minutes before-
Glance of a windswept floor
a bare a buried whore
- A well-rounded dinosaur
- Or a clean spout to sprint and spring out
Mhmm.
A dentist of sorts
*Too choked for words back now aturned (stars have backs, sure, yea)
Her Shine’s gone now. *
Sorry about that.
‘Your star’s a porcelain fraud!’ Someone might have said.
<go... Usher in the Dwellers...!>
“Come all!”
Grasping at straws, just trying to drink... SOUP, yea. That.
Nightcrawlers die for a little goop between loops
1 loop
It’s your life, or something sizeable at least?
Those Loops
A figure-eight parachute
Or an eleven o’clock melting pot group meeting where you had us all duped
In superposition
You weren’t there were you?
A computer impression.
It had to be alien to feel hairy bloody sweaty, savage and young.
Real handsome
Pristine
Perfectly present in your imprisoned vision; your raucous mansion A Dawkins tragic
Your melodic dementia
Unkempt fits of pleasure
Erotic intentions no matter how you skin the cat
This, that.
Casual as ever
No long-feathered gossip letters
Who waits anymore?
What’s what? What when!
Something I emailed Kramer in 2012:
Ill get some more cash in my belly
tell my story on the tele
weld my core to the paint on the wall and
settle the final score with Satan with proof receipts
defeat senses, ghosts, treason, idea of peace
release deeds like the mitzvah
drink a pitcher of scripture
love and guns, blood and harmony
not the only part of it
inky, pinky to the sky poke a star and I'm scarred a bit
scared to twitch, as if spirits see me
barely lifted off drinks she keeps bringin and
ever since heavens sake sales gone up significantly
magnificent tales take turns tail-whip horny to be free,
specifically fail breaks and burns, the typical nails and fake urns placed for you and me, initially a quiz, physically the male make money, crummy like a baddie two shoes, take sunny, packing gatty,
cake flat, helping daddy, shake that politician who's wisdom is as far as his goes, who's mind molds systematical, told to listen, messiah on sabbatical description of my criticism, lesson in exorcism, x on the pessissism, and x marks the prism, gism reflects the sex, and its best if the next flex treks into the mix, bring trusts breasts in as a fix, plug in obsess over the twins because why not trust Becks over your friends, why not thrust west into the wind, heart in chest in viral spin, then confess quest was just to begin,
its not matrimony between the one eye and the poly-phonies
its growing into between my two thighs and my allegories,
you better choose wize when telling stories, I'll scold
you blue and shoo flies from your deposit, a lawyer out of court, a liar lay in water
shock you is my desire no bother, your sick choking up coffee in your coffin
Spittin in the cauldron
Ponder while I wander, wonder, where, everywhere
they're way
over there fanning on a lawn chair
spanning out the terror scares, bombing to tan, murdering anything, because it can't be natural, not plenty, scan me machine for pedigree, life fiend, spam me synthetic light beam,
seems like a rotten dream, that never had a ripening, and I wonder if I'm really green, a galaxy in between, am I stitched in the seams, forever juggling coffee beans
benevolent to the common Queen, ever present as an underling, become cut throat uttering blood spurt soak the scene, buddy choke bloke for changing teams, not sexual like peasantry, mangled in a way you have to see, see, I invent this tapestry, but it ain't blasphemy with a capital b, its a vision to be disaster\free, they'll be casualties to be sure, certain of nothing and that's why we swim here, diving in the muff, bust nut, puff and all that other stuff
divided from the scruff but collided with the rough, pig with a rifle, god it got me spiteful, I might just go, to the clearing at the end of the last laugh, past math sails at full mast, floating through the trash bath, until I crash where the faucet makes a splash, but before I dash I want my kiss to last, before I dip take my lips and hold em in your grasp, golden locket
lock n'
fold em and relax, chase the underside too fast and the day is overcast, master of the unknown, caster of bones my life is whack, nasty, cold
elastic bold
blind to the plastic,
exacted, practiced stoned, and I sit here alone, wishing on a gramaphone micro-load, writing gas for drones,
ignoring phones, I'd loan my lines for a honey scone, in my bare bones lair I share my fear, finds fares
tear my hair aligning snares to trap the care in her underwear
vaporizing chairs, thrones and steeples
with my sight from the bleechers, my poems, my presence and a fistful of beakers
insightful and meaningless without the treble in the speakers
delightful since heaven put the white in our teeth
the meek can inherit the surface I'm going down deep
Recovered from 2016?: Untitled
Fingernails tear, part my flesh instead, oh, how I wish it were not morsels ripped - no; steadily plucked like petals from my fantastical heart - For a moment, to beg for eternal white-burn!
A tornado of fur and teeth and claw, a rabid squirrel perhaps, a frenzy in a spiral up the down-spout of a rain gutter, or
An image of a double dragged, bloodily claw impressions down tower steps
the lantern room, lighthouse, Past
My own throat! - You might call it guilt?
A mere dramatic resign to frustration!
Just before these moments bled, you too twisted in forced embrace where blood cross paths after time's weight
Flash-smiles eager with haste
I do say I confuse the knots, I confuse their names and functions
[Am I looking for something to keep?]
I, walking the same street, the steps - Dove into words
Or imitations
I refuse to bear the trampling blindly orchestrated - the damned oblivious
Winks and smiles, headstrong-
Raise my head for a moment, absorbed in a round bottom,
Flesh,
I, may be thru sparkled windows set into a fresh face, formed of leaves fed by telemarketing dollars... Not today.
Rarely I remark upon my alien dreams- find trouble enough to describe the passion I'd never keep with, you- a vision on a summer street - had a voice and then,
Your eyes suddenly matte, I would see the world is just.
