Daily Archives: September 3, 2015

MY WORDS ARE GOLD MY INTENTIONS WHACKED

AND everyday i’m cool — if i rest a moment near
the well of despair wishing young heart clean skin
jesus postal fire my needle:LIKE FATHER STEP-FATHER
the SUN BLOWS! yeah yeah oh fuck yeah
so stuck in dark heart-break love
wail upon the heart and guitar strings
how i hate how Jerry Lewis laughs
when soviet union wants to destroy us
Oh! Goldie Hawn on Laugh-In has
perky tits and Mary Tyler Moore
abandoned her kids: kill the
messenger carrying kool-aid to Uganda
for that sick reverend: i love U S of A
and even the world — don’t care about that
i’m a poet who describes the world with words
— sure, that’s it.

:: 09-02-2015 ::


S P I R I T U A L T E C H N O L O G Y

Indecision brings Grey skies
more than you swear
and if i see your vectored
love: the lines of possibility
fades away! washes away
miracles. Did you see the one
with a top hat? 1880? If this
is the ;moment of fractured time
wash way! walk away! ; love,
i will find you again.
2nd Genesis: vacuum victory
history //and this is emergency
of love! walk away \\time machine
and mind//a spiritual technology
surpassing life

:: 09-02-2015 ::


THE HEIGHT IS LOWER THAN ANTS

i stood so high upon a ledge of life saw ants so below
i said i’m so taller than you dove dive! dove dive!
i’m so literally night and day in between i love
me and say what should i do
i caught my cat before he dove across the fence
i’m a dove dive i’m a love hive and my cat loves
me too – hate myself i’m so wrong that i’m
so strong i’m well my brother died every
night called me on spectral phone i cried
said i caught you too i love yourself better
than me — what should i do? i’m so high
upon a ledge of life and somewhere i have
heard this before; just a dream of deceased
visitors loving me –leave time like weather
changes like God who fed
all our souls mutton and i know it’s wrong
what should i do?
i won’t complain
i’m just a visitor
feeling pain/

:: 09-02-2015 ::


A TONGUE NOR FINGER FILLS THIS HOLE

it stops now without words
how i’m so low so high
the finest steak i ever had
burning mind across life
bbq smell the love
bbq so sad it died
like my family too
black sheep baa
wack cheap lies
i won’t cry i can’t complain
and somewhere i wonder
a little soul wandering
so cold confused wondering
what the hell I AM TRYING TO SAY
make it clear //not making sense
i say i love all of you NOTHING
SPECIAL when i’m done i go home
and what should i do? ;wept
a river under the bridge
where i live // won’t complain
i’m on a plan leaving you
i won’t complain!

:: 09-02-2015 ::


GOD AND A GAY BARBER IN MY BACKSEAT

GOD AND A GAY BARBER IN MY BACKSEAT

i hate how i smell so animal
and how my heart feels
so much like god in a salon
talking about how HIS candles smell
‘i found god’ says the queer lonely
shaved head — snicker bars
wine and sticks burning yeah
party oh yeah — in his head
purple happy skies hanging horizon
speak to my thumb striking butane
lighter roaring down I-35 and i
saw god in the rear view mirror
screaming: i’m so lonely (and
queer lonely shaved head said,’i’m
so horny for redemption come to me’
)
and God found Love inside a car
yeah, yeah, yeah YEAH!
i’m so crazy so shave my head
i’m not sad too insane and maybe
sane but i’m horny
FIND ME GOD i want a friend
FIND ME GOD i want love too!
like my friend in the backseat
making cosmic love with his
best friend || i love him
i love HIM I miss you Miss HIM
and I’m never coming back
And my barber is so happy
that he met his Lover and God
blessed his heart yeah yea yeah

:: 09-02-2015 ::


INVERTED NATURE MIND

but if i should say
first ‘good morning’
a torch of even seas
a clip of bellow sails
a cut across the wrists
telling all:  all sorts
of quickly things on
the crest of ‘isn’t me’
and heaven sees
the slate of that
nigger face(but
i take a ride upon the
razor-life of innocence
if my mouthMoving speaking
‘isn’t me’  let me glib
sprinkled words  god has
short apron strings once
a male now myself
so I sayTHANK YOU all
so very muchCUT myself
and i love how the world
burns hurting and loving
every brain but not the
Souls of ISN’T ME let me
hold lips and Eyes of
the h ate and  f ear
that cuts innocence
:: 09-02-2015 ::

ALPHABET LESSON

HAVE you seen a ‘v’
(SOUNDS SO BEAUTIFUL)
hop across a ‘t’
or even ‘y’ inside
a ‘d’
it’s all inside of me
alphabet needs
something in the way
language eats at me
in a deep dark well
of my mostly nights
i kissed ‘m’ and ‘e’
all of me
cried feeling how i
am SO “m” “T”
something in the way
yeah…something in
a way how words touch
all i hide away from
me ||||||||oh!

:: 09-02-2015 ::