HOW i met a bad bad woman
when i was upon my last breath
i was careless in a careless world
she promised me love and desired flesh
i came too because i gave it all

What i need is a wonderful prosecutor
because I loved more than i have in my heart

I know evil and loved her once
so help me and don’t make me deny it
i met an evil woman who took my heart
and ate it on a summer’s day
and now, this boy is broken, because she could

I’ve come to you for the guidance
I have no good defense and feel like a criminal
loving evil in beautiful skin

Heaven, help me from those who are fallen
angels and I keep living this day like
it’s a new day so cleanse me from the filth
called evil women.

:: 03.30.2023 ::

Well, have you heard about the Goo Goo Muck?
She’s a real cool chick and she looks so tough
Wearin’ silver studs and her hair’s all fixed
Ain’t no man got her, she’s the Goo Goo Muck

Well, you can look all night but you won’t ever find
A hair on her head or a speck of grime
She’s got a whole lot of rhythm in her soul
When she gets the rhythm, she can’t help but roll

She’s the Goo Goo Muck (x4)

Well, she walks through the streets in a neon dream
Her body’s a work of art, it’s a sight to be seen
She don’t give a damn about your foolish pride
She’s gonna strut her stuff and take you for a ride

Well, have you heard about the Goo Goo Muck?
She’s a real cool chick and she looks so tough
Wearin’ silver studs and her hair’s all fixed
Ain’t no man got her, she’s the Goo Goo Muck

She’s the Goo Goo Muck (x4)

:: 03.30.2023 ::

What are we, but tears dropping in cities,
You are me, and I am you, and together we cry,
Writing poetry in the dead of night,
Running from the politics, news, and posts that lie.

“We are the lost head inside our skulls,”
Crying out in despair, our hearts feeling frail.

A simple equation, to push and slide aside,
Thumb upon the egg men, like walrus by the tide,
In the psychedelic gardens of flesh-eating flowers,
We eat jokers with smiles, as pigs grunt in blue suits of power.

Edgar Allen Poe knows I am the poet,
I sat on a rock for the dead band to come,
“We are the egg men,” we cry out in defiance,
As Lucy runs with Alice in the deep burrow hole of compliance.

“I said priest like knickers down,”
And politicians make rules between tender teen thighs,
As they are pedo bears like expert-text-pert pigs,
Flying in the night, their darkness disguised.

Simulated future inside the top of Eiffel Tower,
And their leader barraged by angry people’s power.

How we hate those who hate us, and seek to divide,
But it’s all fine, we’ll make it through, side by side.
For we’ve seen this before, ages ago,
And still we rise, to face another day’s unknown.

:: 03.29.2023 ::

i found two feet walking along a shoreline called Mississippi River 

and there was not a breeze or sound: the world was frozen. Blue ice.
So i began my journey there. found colors, notes and feelings,
a catfish caught on a line; i saw the water and skies moving gently
across my soul; this i did and i had no feelings — it was spectacular
to view. Caught out of time and wonder -ing what love could ever be as this.
i am not wishing. I am not granting. I am not human. I am not anything you
can comprehend. I am alone.

Alone.

No audience needed. I write for myself.

:: 07.27.2020 ::