Rapid Fire Thinking

between the shade trees of my synapses
I sway and watch the tides slither in
and the mood strike
a venemous charge
towards a shock and amazement campaign
a cleansing assault
on phrases
and perogatives
and the cobwebs and mountains
of dusty literature
stockplied in the SKULL and VOID corners
of a life gone scattershot
between the shade trees of my synapses
I stand and watch the fire fly in
the barriers ignite
a flickering nod
towards starry skies and satin-finished rhymes
a sadistic chokehold
asphyxiating grudges
and extrinsic instinctualism
and the littany of epitaphs
scribbled in honor
of a mind gone eraserdust





UNUM

one day
one time 
one minute
one of me will speak to you
once is one time too many
one has never been lonely
I'm one 
with concrete horses
I am stoic grandeur
spin a glance at me
shuffling back and forth
I'm a student-theif
and a vitamin
unum

Temper 
is just one tantrum
time out
is one perspective
Gossip 
is not my forte'
I am not for sale yet
Tomorrow's 
Daisy day dreams
I'm a new computer
I'm one 
with nickels and dimes
i am not trustworthy
Shoot a minute with me
with your feather gun
I'm an elephant
I'm a castle king
unum




Sparkle

I long to be
a silver star
strutting its shine
before the world
in the erstwhile dreary
existance that is night
I long to be...
the fancy of dreams
and have tales of magic
spun about my being
I long to be
a great silver star
twinkling like newborn eyes
surpassed only by the moon
in the insufficient sky
I long to spark
a wondrous picture
in the recesses
of a sleeping mind
and dance in place 
inside my space
I long to be
the same as most
no brighter or dimmer
worthy to boast
a lustrous silver shine
I long to be
a silver star
sparkling,sparkilng
in the sky




Bomb Blast

I stand
stripped of my quill and ink
captive of
encephalitis
of the tongue
soaked to the bone
in obscenities
dying to reach the surface
Instead
saying nothing
of this fucked up
100 years war
struggle
for dependence
and independence
and there you are
a million smiles
and a million trials away
dropping the atom bomb
on the Hiroshima heart
leaving only chiarascurro images
of the life that once bled for you
inside me




Long Distance

amber waves of grain
sway back and forth
like tennis court eyes
watching the silver-tongued words
trickle from the parchment
and float across
the continental divide




Hide and No Seek

monolith man
too hard to cry
running out of places
to hide
himself
and his reflecting pool 
atlas
rises and falls in his own
cupped hands
and becomes an ostrich
in the phone booth
darkness
hedging his bets
on swallowed keys
cyanide pleas
and the fading music
of a hip new band




Wonders

Little savior girl
Down in a hole
wrapped in her blankets
of ambivalence and loniliness
snoozing the rains away
I wonder if she knows anything
I wonder if she knows
that the warm crosswinds
caressing her delicate slabaster shoulders,
lulling her to sleep
are my gifts to her
I wonder if she knows
that those drowsy breezes
are my arthritic inch worm hands
reaching out
flailing
stretching to hold on
to someone like me
to somenoe like HER
I wonder if she can even see me
then again,how can she
the stars are asleep
Her eyes are closed
I wonder if she even cares,
if she will roll over in her sleep
open her eyes
open her heart
and reach out to me,
pull me from this darkness...
NO ANSWER...
until the answer comes
I will be the stalwart zephyr
which lulls my savior to sleep





Black Ant Daze

hot breath marching down the back of your neck
Cold chills conquering your spine
in the drizzling recesses of the night
Look over your shoulder
See me behind you
reaching out
about a million dusty roads
and broken heart strings away
sitting in the corner of you and me
loyal
a one man army of soldier ants
a rainbow of nothing
wearing black
shadow under the moon
day dreaming
while you ponder
where my soul is
Can't you see it
passing through this cage 
with the rage of the beast?
Can't you see it
streaming from my eyes
whenever I look up to make
3-2-1-
CONTACT
like reaching out my hand
to pull you into the unexplored caverns of you
hot breath down the back of your neck
Cold chills marching down your spine
My broken and bloody hand
reaching out from three thousand stars away
falling short
retreating into the shadows
loyal
a one man army of soldier ants
a rainbow of nothing
wearing black
cloaked in this separation





Black Widow

sultry temptress
drawing me inside
her web of gossamer words
charming me with the simplicity
of her glistening black sadness
holding me captive
with slithering smiles
and distant touches
until I succumb
to the delicate red core
the intense passion
hidden behind some shivering pretense 
and come hither eyes
come hither lies
sultry temptress
charming me with the duplicity
of longing
and distance
until I succumb
and feed her need for emoted servitude
with my boiling blood
with my yearning being




Sun

The sun
brings countless things
The yells of birds...the death
of the flowers...the sights of man
disgraced




Impressionist View of America

Zealots oppose war machines
Politicians rebuke quietude
Hatred bathes kindness
   in lachrymose verses
fading eyes cast needless yelps at the sun
X-rays dance jigs under gravestones




Drowsy from Barbital

a moon brother
creates lazy dreams,kills excesses
falling jumpers
garner impulses hidden nightly
over zebras
Pixies yawn quietly; Xylophones render
somnolent whispers
to valiant undertakers




Snake

The snake
is many things
a touchable rainbow...
innocence targeted by myth...
tortured





LSK: Life on the Couch

Remote
control an all things external,outside
birds and squirrels and airplanes
flying over my head
a million chores
flung away
like the fleeting motivation in my eyes and feet
6 toes or six concrete feet
unmoving,
stuck like an undiscovered potato
thinking too much,needing water
plumber's pipe rain...
maybe tomorrow
Why such a big stink?
maybe the new pollution
Revolution?
The revolution will not be televised.
What a shmae
That is the only way I would have seen the fury
Flame
Fire is
Outside
and I am inside




Returning to the Battlefield

1 Allow yourself a sliver of human feeling.
2 Breathe in the smiles and feathery touches.
3 Feel yourself draining as those things disappear.
4 Close your eyes.
5 From deep within your soul,load your guns.
6 Send everyone a warning shot.
7 Give the children a chance.
8 STOP,DROP,and ROLL.
9 Become a warrior by disguising your contempt with teeth.
10 Rush headlong into the stench of conflict.
11 Rip the hearts from the vicarious dreamers.
12 Become inhuman and inhumane again.
13 Raise your bloody fist high.
14 Stand atop the slain sycophants.
15 Proclaim VICTORY in the name of sanity.




Conversation with the Night Mountain

Lady Wolf,become the moon and cradle me in your eyes
and free the phoenix from the icy barracade of introversion.
The tired morning glories and famished owls are grateful
that you brandish your faux fur warmth.

Angry beavers gnaw at my petrified monolith heart
and the baby bull has charged itself out of fight.
Lady Wolf,become the moon and cradle me in your eyes.

The loungefly is sculpted in an Elvis Presley genuflex.

Monochromatic misanthropy beams and glows
between the dim flickers of vanilla-scented thought candles.
I am a shaking tree before your January wind altar,
Lady Wolf. Become the moon and cradle me in your eyes.




Naive

o,sweet trusting rose
I implore
I ask that you never allow me 
to enter your rainbow vagaries
Oh, gracious lass,
see me for what I am-
the damasked truth behind my eyes
and paint me not with your colors of forgiveness

I hold on to you
not because we are bound by fate
nor out of any need to quench a fire
rather, due to the frailty that afflicts you
and the necessity brought to me by the raven-tressed heavens

mistake me not 
for someone who will grant you a warming glance-
we are not wound by birds
into the gentle fabric of time
and i know that i will not be with you
when the new day awakens

alas, leave my isolation where you found it
and color the world with your wondrous hues
but mistake me not for someone 
who will grant you solicitude
       



Strokes of Genius

natural beams of golden light
caress the heavens in gentle warmth
the sparkling stars
watch the mortal world below
they are the eyes of truth
which no man is worthy to look into,
yet we must, to reaffirm ourselves
strokes of genius 


The Joys of Night

the joys of night are far more delicious
than the bitter morsels of day
would you rather catch a glimpse of the moon
or the hunting of vultures' prey?

let candles and deep sleeps enjoy their time
and let the pious dreamers play
for all the world dines on luscious stars
until the coming of the day



Hornet Man

Desert Storm war
gave live, spontaneous performances ...
that often ended in confrontations
with an outraged "police"
often wearing absurd costumes
they performed, and for each of these performances...
there were appropriate... screams, sobs
Beating a large tom-tom ...
the tribal community was creating their ...
butchery... devoted... to the arts... the stars
while guns rumbled in the distance,
they made collages ... with all... thier might...
of things that would restore the balance ...
of Hell



Leisure Fly 2

a tiny pinpoint Astronaut
successfully locked in
the first shot of communuicaion
after 21 years of strange war

the unknown man in the uniform of the enemy
looked on
deliberately, autonomically
and sent down a laser beam
over the greenish-blue of your Hawaii

the slain memory resembled
a moment's hesitation
holding an Ak 47
after a violent episode

the little spot could have fired once more
far below,
but just hovered there


At the debriefing,
everyone was afraid to say what they had stung


(A Leisure Fly)




The Uncouth Prosecution of My Posterior 2

Untimely onomatopoeia bulb too weak to grasp
the mosquito's roughest chin whisker
Quiets me with a wall of blaze-orange stares
Atop which, dutiful prison bars congregate
Because of an ambidextrous purpose which burns in the caverns
Like a cacophony of falling pines of December 24
Anesthetized by teeth of barrister sharks
So the righteous left hand may smack down in peace
Like a woodpecker incarcerated inside a forest
of freshly spilled maple blood
Lemon,lime
or battery acid
Only fatback can untangle the winding Texas maze of me




Statement of Intent

the stars stand still
time runs
the clock will strike down upon us all 
with furious vengance
The demons will come
and I am the next to be damned
Oh, I shall leap up to your God
who pulls me down
into blood streams frothing from ther firmament.
mistake not my cries for the proclaiming of Christs
Oh, spare me, Self-Reliance
And hide me from the heavy hand of samctimony
Then I will run headlong into the stars
And vomit the sweet confections of morality  




Electric

She's electric
From a universe full of eccentrics
And she's frying me
When I cry for her
While she cries for herself




Sell You Light

I see you when i close my eyes
Being sent down the river
And when I wake up
I feel a smile pressing against
The hot, mushy drool on my pillow
So I fall asleep
And dream it all again 




Psycho Anal Bitch

Think you know me after a few words?
I know you better than you think
You want everyone to be fucked up
So you can feel better 
About your own fucked up existence
You God-damned freak roll-up 




Block

A-B-C
Building blocks
Block upon block
I am blocking you out
So that me and my little ember
May have some peace and quiet
Blocking out the memory of you
Because it blows to be happy and afraid
And a contradiction unto myself 





Damn You 9.13.98

i don't care if you ever find happiness
Matter of fact
if you shriveled up ansd died tomorrow
I probably wouldn't give a damn
See what you get
for making me care about you
then making me have to erase you 
From the last lit corner of my heart 





Estranged

God damn it, you suck
I hope we stay 7,000 cornfields 
and detours and bridges and
mental blocks apart
Because if I see you one more time
I might love you
I might become estranged
From my security blanket
The anger that shields me from humanity




Seven
 
Seven years of violence
It's been seven years of pain
No, I have not laid hand nor eye upon you
But the pugilism in my head
Is causing a drought
Taking all of the strength I thought I had
Care about you?
How could I when you're killing me softly? 





Seethe

Life is a dried up cunt
And I try to slide through
Dickhead that I am
But I always get stuck in the fucking middle
Always in the stinking middle
Like there's a giant picket fence wedged up my ass 




Burn

I want to carry a torch
Burn my heart out
Encounter a caring angel
Make her love me for the shell I have become
Then burn her heart out
nd walk away 





Yesterday

Yesterday was nothing for me
Except listening to you cry over the phone
And unload your universe upon my shoulders
and try to apologize in vain
Yesterday was nothing for me
But today, you are a conflagration in my eyes
And my ember and I are toasty and warm 




Never Again

We held each other close
I felt her will and veracity pushing against me
Her laugh
Her sigh
Her whisper
She exhaled it all into my waiting ear
I almost began to cry
So long encased
Finally, a free spirit 





Brother 

Do you know who you are dear Brother
You are the one I never had
And the one I always wanted
So stab me in the back if you so choose
I will not reciprocate
Nor will I bleed
I will simply deflate
Can you do that to me?
How able are you, Cain? 




Daddy 2

Another sorry-assed statistic
You left when it started to feel like home
You dumb son of a bitch!
I love you
But i don't like you
And I'll never forgive you
Ask me for anything and it is yours,
Father Dear,        
Anything except my forgiveness 



Right Side of the Bed

i woke up on the wrong side of my head
and saw you sitting on the edge of the bed
crying
with all the blinds open
for all the world to see
for me to see
you wept and wailed while i tried 
to conjure the word for this
hypnosis?
trichinosis?
halitosis?
the sun crept through the blinds
lit you up
and i knew what you were going through
i felt your angst
The same pain 
that makes the rat race
 a little more impossible for me each day
SYMBIOSIS!!
the word whispered from my lips
and i opened my eyes
to a wall full of eye snot
and a pillow full of drool
i was on the right side of the bed when i woke up
all sides are the right side 
when it is you and you alone
                                               





Seashell on the Seashore 3
You broke into my house
Put a gun to my head
Pulled the trigger
And screamed at the sight of what flowed outward
And you tried to wash it all away
But the homeless hermit crab
Is burglarizing your house now
And you are indelibly stained



War's Over

I am not human right now
fresh from the battlefield
in my brain
Heard all of the Agent Orange screams crying out
chanting for me to come back
and play the beatdown drums with them

fresh from the battlefield
The smells of burning bridges and rotting-corpse android-boys
Put out my cigarettes.
I am still buzzing from the war
You dare touch me?
Fuck you!
All of the slain bodies at my feet
and you think you count for something,dear?
Fuck you!
the only number that matters here is the number 3
Me and my two eyes
And we choose not to see you
i am not human right now
fresh from the battlefield in my brain
My hands bloody from twisting bayonettes
until i was the last man standing






Family-Styled Porno Hour

I dragged the body out before the family
to be stripped naked
of all semblance of fortitude
My head full of insane
My heart full of isolation
They still pulled me out of the shell
for some down-home family ribbing
because they knew I'd drag the body back
into the shell
hot words burn my tongue
my cold throat
my ticking heart
All burning before them
extinguish me
before i am reduced to that shell





Wax Sculpture

I burned my candle down over you
Burned my candle
Until I was a pool of frozen tallow
And as the last flickering thought lit the ruins
I saw
And these hands you made tremble
in prayer for you
Heated the frozen heap
and built a new monolith
resistant to the heat of passion
and impervious to the light that is you




Soft Construction of a First Impression

Oh,the humanity!!
You thought you knew me
But now you hate me...
I am rain to a thirsty flower
As even when I am used and gone
My legacy has taken root
You thought you knew me
but I am the philosophical forest
and it is all hidden inside my eyes
but you cannot get past my smile
i am the yellow submarine
lamented in the verses of beetles and oases
but you cannot touch me
or swim with me
only John Lennon me
Oh,the humanity!!
you thought you knew me




Set Me on Fire

flip my collar
tie my tie
hang your halo on me
put the anger and fire in your jewelry box
lock it up
and place it on the top shelf of the closet
make me climb the burning ladder to get them...
you never thought your little boy
could stand up to the heat of Hell.
Well,where do you think the pent up rage came from?
you stole it from somewhere,didn't you?




Dissolving Recluse

1-Let yourself go.
2-examine all aspects of the subjects.
3-decide what you would like to have occur.
4-Give everyone a new name.
5-Give the newborn child a trust fund of wisdom.
6-Become distant by wearing black clothes.
7-Chant DARK DARK DARK and close your eyes.
8-Dissolve into the solar eclipse.




Silver Candle and Blue Background

thoughts flicker
and time slowly sinks into pools of memory
the dim flame,
made intermittent by the drowsy breeze,
illuminates my night blue sky
and my apathy glows in silver tones
The cylindrical base of reason eerily evaporates
into a recurring air
into a visionless fantasy of drifting apologies
and unfettered oneness
never to fly again
as thoughts flicker




Silver

the moon is on sabbatical
but you all remain
watching over me...
loving me when no one else will,
when no one else can
all the while fighting the rain bearers
for your rightful places in the sky
as i see a million eyes shining into mine
i know that they will not stray from the castle
they are my Pantheon
and their will is my being...