Untitled #20

And when the
snakes came
to slither
away with
Love and
Harmony
the sunflowers
wept black tears
into needy soil
small dogs chased their
tales
Carelessness and Pity
lighted on the fence
to chatter aimlessly
Patience stuck it's
head in
the sand
birds threw their
eggs from the nest
angry cats fought openly
in the streets
Reason..seeing no
point in any of it
swallowed rat poison
Melody swam to the bottom
of the lake
so beware my friends
beware of snakes

Chameleon

I have unzipped
this life
and I step out of
it
like a bad runway
model
waiting for the
next skin
to step into
the next face
to wear
the next lie
to live

Bent Spoon

Hesitate and wait
until the moment is right
for the world is too close
to swallowing me whole tonight

Eat and drink
and think of the smoke
for the air is so clouded
and I'm tired of this joke

Laugh and sing
until you roll and cry
don't hold back the joy
don't make me try

The mating game
has lost it's thrill
but a new lust burns
In my souls winter chill

October 1995

Some Day Off

Black boots on the floor
All of these noisy whores
Fly away to Pennsylvania
escape this latent psycho-mania
Every Day I...


April 1995

Franjesca, Tie Me Up...

Backseat driving with
your mind in your crotch
voice ringing through the clear air
complaining about how the commercials
all say the same thing about different stuff
and I personally have had enough

Strange animals live in your mind
I know you can't unwind
but it's time for bed
the monsters are awake
and need to be fed

I don't want to hear about
the train station in your heart
I can't stand the handcuffs
that hold me here
chained to your glass bed
the only dark spot
on this virgin wall

Franjesca, don't worry about tears
only tiny bits of dwarf stars
the tree's rush by
in pine scented air
Do you know our location..
our destination
Lost in a trial of our Mothers
are you the Judge or my
Public Defender

Sleeping on the couch again
help me to write a letter to send
I'm melting on the hot water heater
to shy away from public feeders

Hang Him, Fry Him, Tie Him Up
and Infect Him
Franjesca please don't run
I'll sleep in my bed soon
Take me then, take me then
while I sleep, Dream, sleep
Dream...

Tunnels and lights
criminal heights
Want me, Want me
Show me that you want me

February 1995

Untitled #19

Pen and paper
burning ash
a heart that is beating
way too fast
A rhyming poem
that will never last
but still
leaves a mark
in some distant past

Calm Before The Storm

It starts with a light breeze
and then a stronger gust
a drop
of rain
then two
four
the downpour
has started
As pollen gets washed away
and the humid air
Breaks
Spilling blood into
the sewer drains

Work

I sit here
a Million Miles
away
listening to something
that I don't really
understand
Nor do I care to
mind floating through
the pages of a novel
while some tech guy
or developer
drones on about
the latest software update
And they are all so
Excited
So eager to know
and I just want to
be on the other side
of the window
Among the trees
smelling the grass
not caged up like
some zoo animal (cubicle monkey)
not walled in like some drone

Broken Halo

I see ghosts
when I turn my
head
and empty wine
bottles and
shattered dreams
I wake up
to another day
of solitude
and waiting
for things to change
for this train to
leave the station
to no longer have
to hide this love
under a pillow
where it suffocates
where it struggles
to breathe

Saturday Morning

I don't care anymore
I don't care
if the sun rises in the sky
or if it sets in the evening
I don't care anymore
if the fishes swim in the sea
if the stars fall from space
if worms eat the bones
I don't care anymore
about me
or them
I don't care anymore
if this air is breathable
if sleep comes
I don't care anymore
if these dreams are
true
if these empty cans
and broken emotions
lie on the floor
I don't care anymore
I don't care anymore
I don't care anymore about
gas polluting the atmosphere
about empty songs
on the radio
I don't care anymore
about plastic knickknacks
or clean clothes
or unkempt hair
I don't care anymore
about sex
or drugs
if the tears just
fall from my eyes
I don't care anymore
if you laugh and point
I don't care
anymore
because caring
has brought
this emptiness
this hurt
so better to
just wake and
go through the motions

Shards of the Glass Rainbow

I sit here
breathing out my cancer into the air
while the elderly pound away at my door
1:00 am
I can see her there
through the blue unfiltered haze
And I want to touch her with all my heart
but it is never quiet

And I feel so dirty
inhale, exhale
forever breathing this air

Here I sit
scribbling my nerves on paper
watching her perfect form

2:00 am
lying here beside her
the warmth of her touch

And I'm so dirty
polluted with my poison
that seems to burn all I touch

The phone sex vampire
tried to claim me over the receiver

Free Me

There is a boy in black
outside my window
making love to his coat
As she strokes my mind gently
and lets me hold on

The paper cuts my finger
the knife burns my heart
I feel like I'm stopping
before it even starts

3:00 am
the stars shine so brightly
the moon burns my skin
I want to kiss you slowly
savor your gentle touch

Here I sit
exhaling my cancer into the air
through clouds of smokey Death
I see you lying there
no more elderly to knock away the silence
no more phone sex temptress to steal away my love
no more nightmares of glass
all shattered
I sit here
watching you, kissing you
if only in my mind
if only in my head


October 1994

Untitled # 18

I can not see
past this
I can not get
my head around
the facts
I can not produce
any more
like a discarded
corn husk
Useless now that
the kernels have been
exposed
I guess the question
that remains is:
What was I hiding inside
that has now
popped

Blast Off!

There is room
in space
but no oxygen
to scream
there is thought
that bounces back
between dwarf stars
and imploding suns

there are colors
never imagined
on Earth that
paint landscapes
we can only dream

There is room
in space
for all the silence
in this world
All the silence
I could ever need

Untitled Dream #305

A plain of perfect
round boulders
that little rabbits
dance among
tiny blades of grass
cut the clouds
like green scissors

A Few Words on the Success of My Failure

There was a time
when pockets were
never
empty
and worrying
about
paying bills
was never an issue

But the grave has
been dug
and I must lay
here
while dirt slowly
covers my
feet
knees
wrists
arms
face
leaving no trace
that a man
thrived
on this spot
where daisies
now grow