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“That’s alright…” he cry he cry he cries.
“we’re all alive on the inside and you’re
my friend my friend my friends
and i’m gonna kill you.”

Like we’re all holed up in a delirium
hotel and when he’s done you’ll know some
things you didn’t know before //oh let it
rain let it rain let it rain to kill the pain\\

“A crack in the window a world in a hole and
i want you to see the magician, a fire eater,
the fat lady, serpentina, sea monkey, see honey,
see my flipper feet and we’re all here just to
make a dollar and then you’ll have to go now.”

And all the time the ticking timer inside your
head tocs and knocks for a last call on the
dollar deal –> always showtime on the inside
of your heart but the soul’s dead!

And so we wait in line and do the time oh what
a pity oh what a crime!

:: 05-21-2018 ::


PATOIS

THE power of my lost mind binds my tongue

between paper and pen obliquely bleeding

i leave it there.

esophageal –> the blue (my) heart

beneath sun setting pinks drowning squamously

and the gulls within their famous white regalia

0–oh!~ the magical patois across the

battered waves o’er the seas!

:: 05-17-2018 ::


RUN AWAY RUN AWAY

a broken knee jerk
& mister dark reaching
up to kiss your blue lips
& misses aborted-by-
shattered-hope is how
she jumped the moon //
a crazy trip
too true SCREAMING:
run away run away
–> elope!
the country folk refuse
to see them and
baby tulip smoking elf’s
caught daisy by her
daffodil shorts snorting
a hand full o’loving
it hard; the Pope served
and Mary’s lamb with a
glass of wine and Jesus
Bread \\ And the world’s
on the shelf like a bad
product from Hell so go away
go away just run run run
away!

:: 05-11-2018 ::


F E A R   D I S E A S E

Impossibility has the sharpest teeth
as though a beast unseen within a
forest;  we turn away and give
chase to our thickening disease called
fear and the largest of life’s milestones
are as dust spread across a desert.
And at night while the moon is hiding
her light, thoughts-into-words come
out of the darkest corners while the
clock’s second-hand grinds and goes
grinding;  ten fingers cannot hide an
expression of helplessness and disgust
and two palms protect a jawbone made of
glass.
A branch dancing against the wind;
as a long bony fingernail it scraps
the outside bedroom wall,
a mote of dust now weighs a ton
and comes to rest upon your chest,
night-noises have died and then
they come.
The falling darkness as a gush of wind
encases fragments of time as an amber-tomb.
        into the forest;
and out of your body into that black odor
called fear.
:: 05-03-2018 ::

In a Land by The Yard

In a land by the yard
by the yard of bones
is the truth a terrible
truth grinning beneath
the trees

A finger points up
and toward the Gods;
dying laughter screaming
‘they are all the children
without a hope’

and so it goes…

all across
the ruins the mighty ruins
of fallen minds
as sharp as sharp
as the edge of town

a horror in the day
in the light of day
tears of joy streamin’
as a fat man sings,
it’s the serial killer

called

“Pogo the Clown.”

:: 04-29-2018 ::


CITIZENRY OF LONGING HOPE

THE heart a country unbound
that few live to believe;
a citizenry of longing hope
to fill fallacious ground
where angels float
the soul weeps
above summer’s season
of hell & perverted
throats //–>
seeking reason
the convenient rest
bleed unto the ground.

:: 04-27-2018 ::


BENEATH PEACH-RED SKIES

The town buried her beneath peach-red skies:      less than several days ago.

All the while in the distance, gravel-filled               caws in the distance measured a
thickness of time; the casket lid, rained                  with tears, sank beneath Earth’s longest wave.

Everyone had dirt under their nails                     and a heavy weight of guilt. Then,
at night on the 1st of May she returned               to town on an errand so vital
that she had come                                                    unannounced and entered

into the cafe where she last had cried–              while holding the hand of her lover,
she sat down at the chair with red eyes              and again watched her fiancé bleed
from a wound within his head; his blue             sapphire eyes melting as their dying hearts.

THE gunman was wrestled to the ground
on top of a love poem she
had penned to her fiancé . In part it read:

“The town buried her beneath peach-red skies…”

:: 04-25-2018 ::


Thimble & Needle

Thimble and needle hear

my words

you’re too busy these days

to love

I’ve followed you through

and through

the toughest patches of life

and now my thread

has grown too thin

And we’ll never survive

never survive never survive

the stitching of our hearts

Paper, rock and scissors

needles, pins and threader

rulers of horror measure

the terror of my nightmare

as I watch the needle

of your busy work pierce

the tissue of my heart

I’ll never survive

never survive the sowing

of the madness

that’s your mind

:: 04-21-2018 ::


UNTIE YOUR LIPS MY LOVE

The swollen curves of nature have dressed
herself in burning colors
like last Spring’s echo:

A sincerity of majestic blue.
Untie your lips my love and plant them
all hyacinth and sweet upon my Soul!

Like nimble fingers upon ivory thought,
Like clasping arms as rolling waves,
As tender as tended seeds
in labored soil.
I feel your colors and taste
your fragrant beauty my love!
And March we dew through dreams
of April. And May our love
continue a bloom
far past June…

are the words I speak
to my tender flower!

:: 04-17-2018 ::


PEERIE-WINKIE

AND another day as the bones feel very pained        to carry the burden of sin.

ALL two hundred six of them don’t want it; alas it is just the way
it is.

The glob of gelatinous goo in the brain-pan knows it. The cat-sticks have
tried to run from the affliction but to no avail. We’re stuck here
utters the piece of flapping clapper as though ringing a bell.

We’re stuck here.

But time dimishes the skin; watch, see? All saggy and wrinkled.
But still, a small ember of fire remains; the errection of need
or the pounding throbbing kitty’s meow.
Sin daddles at the thought and dew-beaters forget while walking on Mother
Earth.

Now, hush. This is your Soul talking to you: drop the skin.

No need for that peerie-winkie.

:: 04-14-2018 ::