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...
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