Book

Book

No story
 
What landscape?
What poetry? There's no story,
I couldn't write, even if you did deplore me

Hate is mandatory
To make the magic boring
Wake into the morning
A mistake and it's deforming

I know what I did wrong,
But change doesn't matter in the dead dawn

I've been a martyr for as long as I can count
Dying for some pleasure
And the laughter in the clouds

O fuck, you're so beautiful
Distraction so dutiful
Made up, in my cubicle
If push ever comes to pull

I told you no story, I'm conforming
It was stormy - a warning

That doesn't mean I never hid an allegory

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 a great escape.



Do I know better?



The sun splashes light on these blasted hospital walls, composing.



I will not waste my time to think.




The Prism


I can see the prism for the rainbow ring

I can tell when you're telling me the same old thing



Leak - 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.







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




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, my warrior,


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 a difference between hell and me.


You are me when your mind is occupied.


Hidden behind a curtain.


Do I still make you nervous?





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,

I'll 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




Myself



I'm doing selfish things

I'm hurting myself

My self won't even see me,

Because 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 everglades

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

A bloody, blazing sun

Is in my head


Like shapes -

I'd love to cut you out


To lose it all, for a silver tongue'd cloud


Who read the lips

Now empty voice

Lips stay still in deadened space


Behind my brow,


Inside my face