Untitled #10

And one day
he just walked away
walked away from
the T.V. and the car
walked away from the
1/4 million dollar house
and fancy appliances
that he really didn't need
walked away from the
distractions
And he just walked
West or sometimes
South, maybe North
taking a job when he could
or had to
drinking in dirty
holes in the wall
with dirtier men and women
not trying, just living
just breathing
tossing old bottles
against brick walls
and sleeping under stars
getting mugged and
mugging
transforming, changing
fading away
into a dark American Dream

Untitled #15

My mind
My mind
my moronic mind
that does not listen
to my heart
and makes me say
things I only should
have thought

A Snippet

Risk the Storm
for one more day
Angels are only here
to take hope away
Flee the sword
flee the cross
swim in mud
breathe in chalk

Brewing for 3 Days

Sad eyes
please smile and shine
Bluebird, Oh Bluebird
please be mine
And what if I
just disappeared one day
and left all of you
wondering
was I really real
or just a figment
a Ghost
who left strange
memories and
loose scribblings on
notebook paper
scattered love in
autumn leaf piles

Dirty hash marks
that are hard to read
and thoughts that just
run...
on and on
lost poems
and feelings
Sad eyes
please dry those tears
Angel, Oh Angel
I'll destroy all your fears

Humid Apparition

Th end of summer is here
rain and thick humid air
and I am stuck somewhere
between destruction and despair
and silent words that hang in space
and curl and wrap around your face
and leave us both in a state of disgrace
torpedoes rushing toward my heart
to sink these feelings before they start
destroying my failing and tainted art
Oh Death Oh Death your black wings beat
to leave me lying and bleeding in distant streets
to put me wrapped in funeral sheets
and now my mission is complete
and the angels sing her name

the angels sing her name
a distant haunting heavenly strain
and still my soul is yet to remain
to haunt this southern town

Untitled #12

Trying to get
back
back
back
to that person I was
when youth
seemed forever
when drunken
nights
and
play acting
seemed to last
and last
when heart was
light as feather
light as air
no troubles no care
and do I dare
to sleep in my bed again
to dream of golden strands
on my pillow
to wish for that fairy touch
to wake my slumbering soul
or should I just sell it all
for a pot of gold

Wet Sand Footprints

And the waves part
And the sunsets
And my Heart soars
with Angel wings
dreams that seem
So real
and I wonder
if I live in a
Reality
that isn't real
if I kid myself
kid myself
kid myself
and the waves
crash back
in
And I drown

Silver Plated Love

The phone rang through the
stillness of the room
Like some obscure art form
of long ago
An unexplored voice over the
receivers electric buzz
Channels of thought flow over
brain caverns
A million naked babies
are dancing on the moon

Welcome to the world of
the silent masses
The corridors of time
searched
The Messiah is coming
are ready
Looking past us, lifeless and hollow
a wave of thyme

Drifting and saluting
the crimson tide
Mulberry bushes and lost
nursery rhymes
Faces flushed and embarrassed
stockings round your ankles
Listen to the rhythmic feet
of one million naked babies
dancing on the moon
Don't question this, my love
this is beyond us
This is beyond the ancient sea
Beyond you and me
To say this heart
has not suffered
To say that one silent vow
was not offered
And in the silent moments
of the rising moon
I saw a silver arrow
stick my shriveled heart
Now the stillness of my life
is broken by the phone
I must find the secrets
of this
This unexplored voice,
this hidden purpose
And still the little ones
are eating at my soul

This spring of my life
has been invaded
By a cold winter wind
blowing through my thoughts
I miss the warm ideas
I use to have
But I built up this wall and now
There is no salvation
And still the little ones
Are eating at my soul
What of wedding vows
and wet kisses
What of lacy valentines
and pretty poems
Love songs are so old
and so common
And the world is full
Of half-truths and lunatics

Were those soft lips
too good to be true?
Was I dreaming
was I deceived
Isn't it funny that there
are no emotions
There are no truths
Only a million naked babies
dancing on the moon...

Evolutions

The evolutionary cube
has many flavors
controls minds
eats souls
rips memories
plays colors
talks nonsense
bleeds green
melts blue
drips red
flashes yellow
releases time
loves nothing
grows quickly
listens attentively
adds correctly
pokes fun
has many flavors
many lives
many ends

Anthrax

Can't you see I'm on fire
burning from the inside
watching all my best laid plans
curl away in smoke
causing others to choke
and swear
Proving once again
that if I cry
I don't really care

Why don't you take a swim
inside my head
just to see
all the feelings I left
for dead
All the thoughts that swarm
and are never quiet
just some literary riot

Personal Condemnation 1997

Here I remain
chained
locked
stuck
Lost in a past I can't change
or rearrange
always the same
and I'm to blame
for the pain
or the rain
or the fact that I'm insane
And I'll never be free
from this monkey on me
this weight only I feel
that only I make real
now it's five years
since all was lost
since I paid the cost
none will understand
that I feel not like a man
but a ghost
following a lonely coast
leading to those I miss most
Here at the end
of a rope
no more Hope
swinging
I choke

Corporate Dreams

Here we are again
stuck with pen
and paper
smelling of smoke
gagging not to choke
lost in some empty talk
to lazy to walk
to jaded to believe
that we are so naive
as they chatter away
take us to a better place
void of this rat race
which is slowly killing
all the feeling
that use to live
inside, never to forgive
the lies we were told
about growing old
and growing up
about boiling over

Blood in the Toilet

Free falling black days
from someplace far away
leaks tonight, bleeds tonight
So I flee tonight
to see again
to breathe again

Twisting and turning
running from the light
and the chill I feel
How to break the unbreakable seal
the power which is not real

These dark days
that emotions play
raises the hair on my arms
filled with succubus charms
somewhere amidst the silent alarms
So I flee
to taste again
to touch again

And I can not see past
the smoke and the ash
the sweet smell of tobacco mixed with hash
I feel like I'm falling
and falling fast

These angel wings are useless
making me struggle for something fruitless
caught red handed with my guard down
a flailing silly little clown
watching his ship run aground

What happens when you can't grow up
won't grow up
hurts so bad you throw up

And here they come
asking questions again
trying to steal my pen
So I freak tonight
So I break tonight
flee tonight
to breath again
to see again

try so hard to wash away
buy it always comes back to play
to laugh at you
to leer at you
to remember you

it always comes to remember you
like you were before
with you Angel wings
standing ready at eternity's door
thinking you need nothing more
and so you soar

And so you fall
so they break your balls
and all the time you wish
for those pleasant halls

Driftwood

We have been between
the low and high ides
the sand has shifted
beneath our feet
the knife has cut
our robes
Are we the better for it?

Nothing changes
the same routine
We have learned
that change is chaotic
We choose chaos
There is no progression
in routine
there is no change
we choose chaos

We have been between
the rock and the hard place
the squeezing
We have learned
the beauty of life
the graceful birth
We have learned
change brings chaos
chaos brings progress
progress brings power
power brings life
life brings death

We have been between
love and hate
We have learned to kill
to cut, we have learned death
the consquences
We have learned from nature
this is change, this is the thirst

We have been
the low and high tides
We are the riders on the wind
We are the ones who call you
We are the ones who call you

We have been the dreams
We have been the wings
We have been...
the crown of thorns
are We the better for it?
We are the inner eye
We are the ones who call you
We have been and always
will be the dreams
are We the better for it?
Is it human nature?

Prussian Bazaar

Brittle
like ice on tree limbs
I broke it
crashing on the ground

Fool

Mr. Jim
you are a god

amazing

Call me up and melt me
I want to...

It's freezing
like ice on the tree limbs

Tomorrow is a new day
like sunshine
melting broken glass

meet me at the crossroads
we'll head off
to the Prussian Bazaar

delights and riches
sold for souls
look for me
intermixed with the crowd
selling hearts and minds
today could bring me down
or take me soaring

Meet me on Maple street
and we'll walk to Jupiter

I wanted to love her
but there are lots of things
I can't do right
and that seems to be one

I sold my soul
at the Prussian Bazaar
to some king of old

And I must play out
my life like a pawn
in a simple board game

Or
is this all my euphoric dream
my strange hallucination
my transparent thoughts

Or
am I nothing but
the dream of something else

Round Three

"You're a bad person."
He said
and that earned
him the Grand Prize
of my foot
in his balls
As he crumbled
to the floor
I thought
maybe he is right
I had become
an adept liar
a selfish jerk
and it dawned on me
that I was an Older Man
living a Younger Man's life
As his friends tackled me
and began to pummel
but that's Life
Blood and Bruises
and six feet of
dirt
over your head

Page Turner

Going crazy again
like good old Ezra
thoughts mashing like potatoes
in my skull
buttery and warm
thinking awful things one
Minute
and elated the next
Second
as the digital clock
ticks away time
and keeps everything
nice and clean
in fifteen minute increments

Going crazy again
like a character from Alice
We are all mad here
you know
we all float down here
in the dregs
bottom feeders leech our lives
and pills fuel our days
And I wonder
about wandering
about breaking chains
and fleeing cells
about setting free
this heart that beats
so hard against
my breast bone

Going crazy again
like so many that
have come before
and will come after
Screaming our souls
into the night sky
to try and free the
Beast
that rages in our minds
and hearts

Give me wine
give me music
give me love
on a cheap china plate
anything but this rush of blood
and colliding of thoughts
colliding of galaxies

Field Trip

Ran away with misery
just for the company
wrote it in red
on the Glass window pane
something about you and me
Take apart what you are
just to see all I am
just to wonder what it's been
a game we played for money
more than fun

Ran away with misery
just for the company
but we only made it a mile
before I turned back
before I collapsed
something about you and me
put me in the dirt
wide eyed and scheming

Untitled #5

The phone rang
and its sound cut through the air
landing in his ear
Forever
or
at least for that moment

Spiderman

So this is the end
My heart you rend
my one true best friend
and once again
It's my nightmare self to comprehend
As I feel you slip away
I try to get closer everyday
through the affection I display
or the words I say

but if words were weapons
I'd already be dead
bleeding and wounded
from the things you said
and I guess it doesn't matter
who you take to your bed
or maybe this is a product
of my irrational head
or maybe just a puddle
from a mild brainstorm
I'm no longer hot
only lukewarm

Lost Some Hope Today

I've got the answers
to all the questions you have
box me up and send me home

Escape from the dream world
back to reality
write your story and sell it for a million

The curtain of mystery
pulls back at my command
weave webs to catch truths

Get the answers
to all your doubts
box me up and send me home

Civilization

I must plant the seed.
I must!
I must make whole
my tattered soul.
I must plant the seed!

I am digging in the sand
for the water underneath.
I must make whole
this desert land.
I must plant the seed!

I must unfurl my wings,
to ride the dry winds.
I have to be free
to plant my seed.

I must find the heart
to spare you the pain.
Hunt for fertile ground
and plant the seed.
Plant the seed.
I must plant the seed!

My life is but a scribble
in the history of this world.

May 28th 1992

I have tried and tried
to push away the ghosts
and search for a way to raise the dead
I've tried to awake my dead eyes
those stagnant pools of old tears
others have tried to open my secrets
and I've pushed them all away
in someway or another I've pushed them
all away
I've written all my memories
written all my fears
I tried to write them all away
years of total denial
to say I'm alright
I've been loud, loud as all of them
in a way it covered it all up
the ghosts won't leave me alone
they persist and haunt
they push my pen on and on
maybe, a year ago, in that coffin
they also buried me
or maybe
I've just written myself away

Let Me

I am withered
and I am old
I don't flash and shine like I use to
There is a redness to the Moon tonight
Something is not right

I am tired and I am lost
The game has run its course
and something has touched me
grabbed hold and shook me
double double toil and trouble
I've been placed in a see through bubble

listen..listen do you hear
there is cotton in my ears
potatoes are growing from my ears

and I am close
so close
Let me let me let me
in

and love is old and the fire is cold
and through it all my heart was sold
and now and now the story has been told
and this storyteller is dying

Stormy Me

the stormy sky breaks my...
concentration
as broken fragments of what i use to be...
fall on paper
tiny little poems written to destroy...
everything i've gained

Shifting

I hate this pen
and I hate this paper
and I hate these feelings
that come sooner than later
I hate these eyes
that stare back from
the mirror
and I hate this
devil that lives
inside
who laughs and laughs
while I cry and cry

My bad hand writing
and my aching poets
heart
and feelings that end
before they start

And I hate
that I'm not
strong enough to
break free from
this four walled fate
and I hate that
I'm always sorry too late

Cold Day In May

I came home
to
ants
crawling in my
bathroom
and my
heart
still beating
and broken
on the floor

As I pour
my life
out
through this
pen
I feel like
everything is moving
changing
shifting
and I'm
stuck
in the same
place
and
time

And my feelings
are all jumbled
in my stomach
and my chest
is filled
with
dust

And there are
ants
in my bathroom
and a toilet
that always runs
like my mind
never stopping
never ceasing

While
my heart
lies bruised
and broken
on the living room
floor
pumping my life
blood into the carpet

My dog barks
at shadows
my dreams
are thin blue
visions
or hard red
nightmares

and there are
ants
crawling
in my
brain
and eating
away at my
core

And I love
And I Love
AND I LOVE

And I lose
And I Lose
AND I LOSE

my heart lies
broken on the floor
pumping my very
soul into
the cold
recycled
air

Nicotine Whore

Something to forget
I made this and
put it aside
out of mind

Animal tempts to temptation
free from the sound
free from the bars
home free and tardy
I long for yesterday
but I live for
tomorrow

And I laugh at the
fool I make
the shit I give
loving a life to live
metaphors to deep to read
minds are freed

Like a constant theme
the complaints I spew
from one bleeding heart
to the few
who bitch and slander
to always always
always

I made this
shaped this
and now I must
break this

faster to see
slower to think
thick with the drink
the pain
the feel

But as always, you all know
none of this is
real

Strider

In an attempt to gain control
was forced to sell my soul
for a paycheck and a hole
in the ground
And that's where they found
what they thought was the sound
of my voice
silent and deadly was my choice
up and away in a silver Rolls Royce
Straight for the sun
cigarette in one hand the other a gun
Always somewhere to run
always more road
transmitting my unbroken code
finding someone to unload
this product I must sell
the Devil's own path to Hell
telling the secrets I'm not to tell
Putting in the ear
what no one wants to hear
filling Angels with fear
as they scream for the sky
gotta try
one more sigh
one more night
this highway sight
more bad feeling to fight
to keep at bay
the substance of which I can not say
forgot long ago how to pray
And what salvation would it be
from this wall between all of you and me
or some exile at sea
this fear on which you dine
though through no fault of mine
everything is fine
everything is fine

Resist

I'm only here because I fucked up
and I'm ready to leave
maybe South again
but never North
never back

What is a man
should we be
all we can
or all we are?

So I've been twisting
away from the future
with every step I take

To finally find out
that shadows are so
You can see the knife finally
falling in your back

But laughing like you all
blinding myself so
happiness is all I believe

To remind myself to eat
to sleep
to smile

remind my self to cut the strings
that pull my body out
of bed

And I want you all
to be me now
to be me now
to be me now

Incomplete Wish for New Ends

Even as the sun shines
upon the shadowed trees
and it gets grayer inside
Even as the cool breeze blows
and the debt and holes in my pocket
get larger
Even as the overwhelming
darkness spreads around
and blots out the memories
of passion
and carefree living

As the machines take over
more and more
of everything I see

So it's all hairspray
and artificial air
processed and recycled
so much it can't
be from nature

I want to love all of you
but I really wish
you were dead
and in the ground
or that this poets heart
would just drown
and rise again with
the rock hard stolidness
of an American Man

Gin and Tonic

Salty words dance the air
fringing nerves
and putting smoking gun in hands

They all cling
like wet clothes
to a tired body
heavy and cold

Eyes peer across a somewhat empty space
searching corners
to put stories into brains

Fleshing out plots
to catch men
in a tossed soiree
smoking and black

Hands feel pockets
crinkling cellophane
bringing filtered pleasure to mouths

Igniting match
so to smoke
and hide a smile
twisted and knowing

that..

If I was a small child
I would probably be
scared of Keith

Krisis Pharaway

Pull the Monster
out of my mouth
and put him in your hand
drink his blood and feel of Man

Lick the wounds
from stinging words
and taste the salt on your tongue
knock me down into the sand
taste of me and taste of Man

When fantasy becomes murder
when dreams lead to lies
hold my soul
and let the pleasure wash over you
Eat of me and eat of Man

Tie me up
lock me up
box me up
shut me up

Dripping tongues lust over it
Why shouldn't I?

Fuzz

Something of a dream
reminds
the animals that roam
the plains
memory that sheds
light on dark situations
Can you read me
the plays of Sophocles?
or must I pick up
the book myself
and blow the away
the dust from the shelves

Something of a dream
reminds
lose the nonsense
and eat the words
that pour from you

I can't forget
winter and the noise
not even on hot summer
days

Stripes Of My Soul

There are Tigers in my dreams
stripes of orange and black
I sit upon a hill underneath
a willow tree
and the Tigers sit in the branches
silently loving me

I can see old men walking
on the road
down below
going to Heaven or Hell
and in their carts
are little children crying for
their mothers

(I will not turn)

And the Tigers talk to me
(or at least I understand their growls)
they tell me of places I should go
people I should know
The sky is so blue above ,y willow tree
not a cloud in the sky
and the time it rains
is when the Tigers cry

There is a little path leading up
to the boughs of my tree
and once in a while
a lady of inexhaustible beauty
visits me
She talks with me
about the Tigers
but always leaves with a kiss and a sigh

The Tigers tell me she doesn't love me
but I sometimes think the
Tigers lie

When night falls upon my hill
the Tigers come down from their tree
and comfort me , preen me, clean me
and cleanse my dirtied soul

(I know that in the end they will kill me)

But they leave at the moons peak
and prey on the old men
and their carts of children

Yet when I awake they are there
in their perches in the tree

Sometimes in the field beyond
the road
A circus will be in town
I can see from my spot
the tents and clowns
but no matter how much I beg
the Tigers won't let me go
I am theirs
I watch the little children
preying on the vendors
and ravaging the tents
I can see the freaks after dark
eating the little children
eating the future
And the old men still travel on
going to Heaven or Hell

The Tigers tell me about Satan
about Christ on crutches
The Tigers think they have me in their clutches
They fill my head with their hot breath

(I don't know who I am)

The birds fly so so far overhead
So far away
And when I tell the Tigers I want to fly
they only laugh and say someday

Upon my spot on the hill
I can see a little town
forever burning, forever on fire
nothing quenches the raging pyre
Underneath I feel the ground move
I feel the Earth move

(I will not turn around)

Sometimes in the sky I see
burning lights of red and green
but the Tigers won't tell me what
it all means

There are Tigers in my dreams
stripes of orange and black
do any of you know what that means?
do any of you know the Tigers in my dreams?

(I know that in the end they will kill me)

They sit up in the willow tree
silently judging me

(I will not turn...)

Sunday Twilight

Some Summers blue
twilight
reminds you
of
walking city streets
the crowds
the sounds
the excitement
reminds you of
Red evenings
kisses
warm tongue
entwined with yours
love blossoming
growing
reminds you
of cool green mornings
quietly wrapped in sheets
snoozing the frustrations of
the world away

All The Things I am

I am the shadows in the dreams
I'm the love, I'm more than I seem
I am the darkness, I am the night
I'm the fear when you take flight
I'm the needle that causes the pain
I am the falling of the rain

I'm the sweetness in the tea
Yet my soul you will never see
I'm the hello and the good-bye
I'm the salt in the tears you cry
I'm the visions, the lyrics and tunes
My sky is full of red balloons

I'm the blacksmith and the steel
I'm the wine with your evening meal
I am found and suddenly lost
and I'm the snow and winter frost
I'm the lunatic on his spree
You'll never meet someone so free

I'm the X and the Y
I'm the clouds in the pale pink sky
And though all these things I may be
These words are all that make up me

Greetings of Paper

The friendly greetings of paper
Passing each other on the sidewalk
The senseless chatter of the footsteps
On the pavement
The beautiful singing of the rain
As it falls on the umbrellas
Who are so glad to receive the company
And I sit
In the company of old friends
Talking
Most of it done by them
I listen halfheartedly
The speech of the footsteps
On the concrete makes more sense
And the singing rain is so much more worthwhile
The paper more friendly
The greetings more considerate
The corners more sharp

Peasent (Or Something a Bit Different)

There are no dragons any more
to tire our world with fear
the King has slain them all
with mystic sword and iron spear
The elves they have left the land
chased away with human might
for they were much to different you see
they gave the King an awful fright
And as for the Mighty Gods
with such Wisdom and vast Time
the King says they do exist
but only in our simple minds
So when the ghost comes out at night
and tells me what is true
that the King is a liar and deceiver
I know I must run the King through

M

I want to tear away this face
but it's stapled on

Slip

Bumped my head today
tried on your dress
just to be you for awhile

Why do you sleep in my head
alone and quiet
trying hard to cut the right face

lights go out
fear comes home

chocking on darkness
can't see
can't hold on
Slip

Bumped my head in the shower
dreamed of snakes
bites and venom

Why do you shout in my mind
tall and straight
trying hard to hold the right face

Command the scene
steal the show
lurking in the wings
playing the part
for dirty stage
Hands

Lost the world today
trying to be me
didn't have the strength

Why do you talk in my ear
poisonous and cold
trying hard to light my dreams

light goes on
leaving town

Killing the memory
can't imagine
can't hold on
Slip

The Holy Ghost and Jim Bakker

I can see them coming
hear them through the walls
the talk of white suits and paper
splashes of ceiling fan shadows

I can feel them nearer
their eyes on my neck
draw me on canvass
steal my devil from me
strip me down
submit me to it

Make me pay for all my
sins...
Make me pay

Untitled Dream #256

The field of moving boulders
the pleasant breeze
the waving grass
populated by rabbits
with glass eyes

I see them in the shadows
in the cars
in the stores
open doors

Memory Murderer

The past has crawled
from it's grave
to haunt me once again

I thought I shot
that one dead
but I hear it is
pushing it's way back
into my bed

The glass wizard can't
even kill that pain
the semi-annual feelings of shame
poison the tribute I offer

And I mourn it still
years after I buried it

What Possibly Can You Dream Of?

Tested
While the birds dream
of worms and sleep
Blue skies and dropping shit
on freshly cleaned cars

I have a bag full of bees
and a pocket full of snakes
to whisper the answers
into my ear and out my mouth

Broken
to look inside for a prize
that was promised to be
a piece of mind

The workings of this structured maze
are hidden by a luminous fog
that no candle can punch back
and the answers are all wrong

The answers are all wrong
so what is right
the time has disappeared
leaving power to those
who shouldn't

Granite Radio Song

I can still smell her scent
as if blown through the vent
in every store in which my money is spent
I remember the grass blades
and rolling in the shade
the love we made
And I wish I was there
instead of here
wasting another year
shedding another tear
drowning myself in yet another beer
Always fighting back the fear
that she was the one
the evening star to my morning sun
and now I'm back
visiting this lonely place
looking out through older face
my life moving at a different pace
I see the things I did wrong
always singing someone else s song
trying too hard to not belong
so where does it leave me now
lost somehow
looking for a way out
or back, to the past
memories that always last
and blow in just like an arctic blast
to freeze me in my spot
to make my blood clot
and I wish it was...but probably not

Untitled #9

I'd crawl cross the desert
with no oasis in sight
I'd swim the ocean depths
dark as night
I'd carve out my heart
and burn it in sacrifice
just to hold you
once again in these
arms

I'd blow out the sun
and pull the moon down
I'd run naked through
the streets of this southern town
I'd fight a hundred men
be bloodied to the core
just hear
you love me
once more

I Dream Red and White

I've roughly handled
fragile things
and they tumbled
shattered, broken
fifty or one hundred pieces
that super glue won't
Hold
this puzzle
that I can't
put back together
sweet words
and tender thoughts
can't overshadow
mindless actions

I dream red and white
and words that move so
fast across my screen
with all windows open and
music blaring
I dream fear
and of being or
living the American Dream
I dream golden hair
and porcelain skin

I wake to empty room
and cold sheets
and another day
of anxiety
and hesitation

The world is a mystery
to me
and time flows
like the Colorado River
cutting a Grand Canyon
through my heart
through my soul
through my brain

I dream
the past
and false realities
and I wake
not knowing if today
is the day

Thursday Lunch

Empty bottles on table
glasses sweating and
leaving a ring of water
for me to wipe away
$10.00 tab
$2.50 tip
tired feet
worn legs
shut down mind

And the generosity
of patrons
won't pay my bills

And I just can't
seem to get ahead
or over
and lately I've been
playing the fool
and sleeping on the couch
because it's just
easier

Wednesday Rainy Blues

My brain
and
My heart
have
melted away
into some
blob of
Flesh
and Blood
and I am
sitting here
watching pretty
pictures on
a screen
While Love
mocks me
from the
far corner
and Sadness
beckons at
the bedroom door

Return

What can I say
about this
that I haven't
written in the pages
and pages
and pages
that come before
this one
but it has
erased and removed
the block
and the pen
and the words flow
now like a
Flood
moving through my
Blood
the images form easier
tales are told
with more
confidence
Pain
Fear
Confusion
those who whisper in my
Ear
Brain
ghosts in the corner
of my eye
that enter through
my nose when I
Breathe
Memories that collide
and jumble
So the past is muddled
While drunks argue
outside my window
standing in pools of light
that fade to black at the
Edges
waiting for rain to
cleanse
and wash away
this dirt
sweat
blood
I dig through
paper
I dig through
sound
I swim in
this ether
this mud
and breathe dead air
while the dog
stares at me
with Sadness
in his eyes
waiting for something
I can't see

Routine

You know the Devil
he lives inside
the dog can see him
and he loves you

Friday Night Dreamin'

The concrete
like your silence
speaks volumes
stories yet untold
as the summer rain
washes away the
muck of this city
into sewer drains
and out to who
knows where
tiny voices
spring memories
days
when love seemed
infinite
and your face
sells golden thread
spun from your hair
for me to knit
into my heart
pools of streetlight
swim in my eyes
as fleeting thoughts
fly heavenward

440 Blues

I can't do right
by you
No matter what I do
I can't do right
by you
and when you have
bad days I'm there
to listen and care
But if my Monday Morning
blues show through
it's like
I can't do right
by you

Honeycomb

There is a buzzing
in my ear
like a bee
trying to wiggle
it's way in to
my brain

Phoniex

I believe it's time to burn again
to be consumed by flame
and to rise from the ashes
changed, new, rearranged

I believe that the book
is closing
The story ending
The needle has reached the end of the record
Skipping, skipping, skipping
and my soul smolders
waiting to ignite

Stray Sunday Thoughts

There is a film
running
in the head
And there is no way
to tell
if the film is a story
of the head
or
if it is some signal
beamed
transmitted from
some distant
Star
or
from some Government bunker
in Bristol Tn.

$2.00 and Some Change

Waiter...
there is a fly in my soup
or something to that effect
or is it
affect
I can never get that right
not an idiot savant
just an
idiot

Boredom

It's just a poem
something to help
pass the time
as the rushing thoughts
fill my day
and the phantom
laughter
sprinkles itself in my ears

Just a poem
simple bleeding of
thoughts on paper
to help keep this
train on track

Just a poem
nothing more
no real deep meaning
just a jumble of
words to keep
insanity at bay

And sometimes
I have wishes...
but I don't have a star to pin them to

5 P.M. Wednesday

Busy mind
slow moving
cubicle life
slowly draining
my essence
and leaving a
dry husk a
toy robot a
wind up
monkey
to nod
and say
yes yes yes
fill my head
with your commands
suck out my soul
with your Dirt Devil
vacuum cleaner
and filter it
through HEPA
to cleanse the
dust and make
it new and clean in
your image

Breaking The Waves

The soft smell of somewhere
mixed with sweet melody
strangely strangles my lonesome voice

to employ the unthinkable power
that someplace this very hour
wasps are stinging hands
and minds are being washed in
skulls full of gin

Where have you been
What have you seen

Dirty laundry or clean

The American highway leads
in circles

Oh, Freak, Oh, Messiah

Write me a book
a pamphlet
a journal

Bleed me dry and
spread me thin
I'm ready to begin
Open the door

I'm coming In

One A.M.

Best to put this to paper
before Old Man Seizure
wipes it from my chalk board brain
and turns me into more of
a monster than I already am

I've been losing things lately
little snapshots of my day
or week
just simply not there
eaten
by this beast in my head

One A.M. and I'm blank again
looking for something to fill slate
something that will come to late
as the Moon litters her dusty children
across my sight

While half a mile away
in a smoke filled bar
The Man in Black
drinks away my life

Flamethrower

Like a lazy Sunday
sleeping quietly
with cloudy skies
and overcast dreams
We thought it ended
but it got colder
Unlike you
I was trapped in the buzz
of the hornets nest
I couldn't retrace my steps
I couldn't see clearly
and though I was armed to the teeth
I couldn't fight free
And like a lazy Sunday
I gave up
only for a second
I gave up
And in that second
everything changed
the din quieted
the lights went dark
and I shined
like a fiery star
I shined
and burnt out
all in a second

Push

I can see at night
their fires burning on the hill
and I know that they are
slowly coming for me
step by step
coming to claim what
they think is theirs

I can see at night
the red glow
miles and miles away
the embers floating to the heavens
and I know that
He is coming
to stand under the Street Light
and watch my windows
and smoke His Cancer

I know at night
when I can't sleep
it is some curse placed upon me
with their pagan ways
and pagan chants

I can see at Night
the bad dreams
seeping under my door
and wriggling through the cracks in the wall
waiting for me to breathe
so they can enter my
mind and infect it
with untruths and sorrow

I can see at night
the broken hearts
the bleeding minds
the blood and filth
and I know they are coming
for me

And they will tie me up
and shut me up
break my fingers
sew my mouth shut
so I can not let the
words out

but no matter
what.. I will
find a way
to empty these
thoughts from this
eggshell skull

They can not defeat me
they can not silence me
not with prisons
or with their magic
or with their nightmares

I should have fallen from
Grace
long before this
but now I'm strong
enough to fly
and soar
and be free

So take me to the edge of this cliff
and push.....