my tinker tongue songly
sang it’s h e l l o
i know i am alone
a music box with dancer
dances alone but love
seems to grow to grow
in fields at night
when the moon sheds
tears — moon beam
move me so alone
my tinker heart too
strongly sings
its hell oh hell
oh no oh no oh well
i seem to find myself
in a large hall of
no dancers but myself
so i dance i dance
to the song of love
i love i love love
in fields at night
when the moon sheds
tears i drink her
love and love i love
moon light so moving
i dance with life’s
sorrowful song

:: 08-01-2015 ::

thrump! bump|gyrate hip

it’s all of me
i see you
hee hee yea love
so cool i am
noir way yeah hi
and love to praise
grey and black like the
night that drops hearts
to their knees yeah
like a devil or someone
who tries to convince
you there’s nothing left
to discover in this world
and they’re fucking crazy
: noir me noir you and
each step step i take
a relativistic paranormal
moment so i see how you
were are will be so like
seasons each praising
god and hating their selves
calling it the devil
so drop the night
so drop the night
like the devil
to his knees
and let’s never speak of
evolution so over rated
by bean counters like
pope so sexually dope
on a rope and i hate
? what? nothing!

:: 08-01-2015 ::

SOMETHING how you don’t care
(he never takes me anywhere)
out on the lawn i lie in dreams
big dipper licking all of me
and congregated ants vote for me
;don’t you mind? don’t you care?
sleepy do, sleep do as my feet
point to the rising moon
don’t you tell me what to do
within my skull is an equal
as colleagues in a ring
(unless it’s all within my mind
shoo be doo; don’t tell me
what to do!)
as i walk along cobblestones
in the deepest part of
New Orleans i can see (i can see)
warlocks and vampiric needs
dripping down by the brimming river
i hear a lover sing under an arch
of a church entrance way:
“i shall love you till the blood
of all humanity has dried up!”
it’s overdo, shoo be doo, don’t
cha tell me how to feel or what
to do! Shoo be doo!

:: 08-01-2015 ::

While you’re vacillating
they say, “We’re believing
and we’ve bought you,”
they say, “a treasure map
showing how you can find
your heart”
This spot of soil sits
directly below my head
“We’re a false witness
it goes with our love”
i want to burn all these
liars who watch my future
burning fields of feelings
the pain like an unwound
clock i keep winding up
and i see the woods once
inviting but hear there’s
a flying trickster in that
wood next to the false
witness so i dismissed
the greater part of my friends
and hear they have done evil
things upon that spot of land
i was never told, a hidden
path to their soiled spot
within a phallic tower
all within inverted commas.

:: 08-01-2015 ::

i prefer the Museum to God
and the flower over thorn
space-time over sundaes
and a walk into eternity

there’s a whole universe
just for lost patience
and like my personal
relations i perish
for best reasons

in this moment of beauty
i find no history,
a perfect completion
too early? if a mother
born it then has another
lover where ghosts are haunted

we are all lost and wanted

:: 08-01-2015 ::