Tag Archives: #mind
I had run out of it i’m out of it
mind you my mind that ran away
first by feet then by train
paxil was her name a rotundish
hard skinned pink pill of a pimp
so sleeping a tossing flipping
dreaming dream i witnessed a mess
messing up a dream:
this slot of sliced land jutting
with clapboard housing a shouting
with roaches a toasting the best
of a meal they boasted
the strangest of stranglets in
a land of stranger piglets;
two step eddie backed up to a window
owned by a rider, says he with
back to a drive-thru widow, ‘take
this shotgun, won’t need it, take
this broad sword too, and take this
forty-four again won’t need it,
i’ll keep this grenade cause it
needs me more — see that man there
, snagged my lawn cutting his own
, watch me walk over there.
Two-step walks over there and pulls
the pin and once again they do like
they do the owner of that window
was a copy-cop over 44 and says
to eddie, ‘don’t pull that pin you
sons of guns, sons of burning suns!”
Pin pulled, trigger pressed two slugs
in the valley of the deepest cracks
of two buns and all is done.
And the female dog under the oak
toking-tree says to her male friend,
‘your banging will wake up the
recently dead if you don’t stop
banging and start more slapping instead;
no-step eddie tells the devil he
needs to brush his tooth but forgot
his teeth brush under the bush.
Never cold turkey Paroxetine
and slip to sleep on a Monday.
:: 06-26-2018 ::
“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 ::
Within the tapestry of life
goes the Mind:
the rest of flesh and bone
a sleeping prostitute
And within heaven all of the
interesting people are missing,
or so says Nietzsche.
But within hell most everyone
says the intersection of Canal
& Mott Streets in Manhattan are
And a chorus of drunks fooled
by numbness and unencumbered
by care drown out the naked lunch
of fear and rejection.
That’s the mind singing, you
So few sensuous souls and
so many meaty mannequins!
:: 04-07-2018 ::
I have become the exiled
in sleep i have become
not the disappeared
but one who shrinks into
a height of awareness.
An awareness as sharp as
And within the silky-touch
moments of suffering inner
journeys my soul rejects
all coherent reason –
Exiled consciousness slips
from subjectivity into a
gaping eternal void
of abstract form; The First
Land where numbers, thoughts,
and intangibles are born
and return to rest when over-
And tonight as in all previous
nights it is sleep which has
exiled me from body.
To shrink into pure consciousness.
:: 04-02-2018 ::
wishing i knew.
i know nothing
that i am
it with no name
but confines us
to the four walls
of this wishing
room of madness.
i sometimes know
but it’s bigness
is larger than
And at this moment
of knowing what
it is that we all
are wishing i know
its beauty is more.
so wishing is more
than what we can
ever have when
wishing is something
bigger than us.
:: 09-15-2017 ::
MY mind (because it taught me) loves me
Who minds when lies are sugar coated
Within all my ruin it called me lovely
I never begged for mercy when my face
because the most sincerest liar is the
Laughing with a straight jacket on
for dinner as a bug within my ear
said it all; no one has a choice
but to accept free will so we all
sing along, “oh eh oh eh where’d
I ever go wrong?”
:: 08-20-2017 ::
THAT I have tried and succeeded is only in great measure
That you have been there with all my fears and displeasure.
Holding my cramped heart and swollen hands is how you have
Saved both my mind and spirit – the soul; still intact down
By the emptying rivers that lead to unexpected consequences.
And to weep while watching the death of a perfect day and to
Realize that birth was only half that day ago is sobering:
We watch each other’s eyes while laying on our sides and
Breathing in cadence I tell you that I am a fortunate peasant
And you the Queen who has welcomed by Ghosts.
:: 07-12-2017 ::