Poetry
History's Repeating
running through the fog
like a mad dog
after a bone
hearing train whistles through telephones
lockjaw handshakes
to sign your life away
on high interest rates
playing keep away
tossing hopes
in rainbows
might as well slip on panty hose
and rob the fucking treasury
six gun in hand
with a rock and roll band
blasting anthems of revolt
in the ears of patriarchy
this monarchy of suppression
corporate selection
oligarchs up for re-election
the sin
is calling this
a democracy
when all we see
are two fucking choices
choices that were made for us
by a handful of people with all the power
time to take that power
take it by force
no remorse
no more right and left
for right and wrong have been proven meaningless by popular opinion
the onion of politics has no layers to reveal
it is a hollow husk
corroded with corporate lust
thin enough
to crack into dust
by one bad decision
no precision necessary
nothing to chance
we can’t take a chance
not now
for the hallowed halls of our children
are dripping with the blood of our decision
to put money above decency
above humanity
above personal liberty
above the earth and trees
above the lark that sings
“glory be to the day that freedom rang!”
oh glory!
where art though?
in the land where mothers cry
where starry fallen angels fly
colors running
red, white and bled dry
the fool won the vote
the joke was believing
its all ashes and smoke
brother give me another toke
Unite
who are you?
who are me?
why can we not learn to be
in this plane together
learn to love one another
see life through eachothers eyes
why can we not realize
that we are the same
in our humanity
it’s bitter sweet
that you see you
and I see I
through separate eyes
that we must cry to the sky
harmonize our battle cries
for lack of compassion
life’s rations
dealt in our separate hands
the mind wishes to command
this gap in empathy
out of fear
hatred
prejudice
differential in our identical ability
to cast vast swaths of belief
over categories of unknown loss
clouded in deep gaps of cultural plaque not yet flossed
from rotting jaws
flapping words of insult and injury
come and tell me what you know
without what you’ve only heard before
speak what you know from your heart
not just your experience
but what does the voice inside tell you about another
that they too have a mother
that they are your sister and brother
with blood as red as your
with a life that is but a chore
to dictate
delegate
commentate on every practical use of imaginations quest to build a life out of nothing
making up whatever you can
to keep your soul from drowning
treading the muddied waters of bubbling blubber
in cemented swimming semen casting white demons out in an expression of love
a pure kind of love
a love that brings you to your knees
saying please
don’t ever leave me
I’ll be here till you go
till winter snow takes Autumn’s final breath away
in the cold shadows
where love burns bright
this is the time to unite
this
is the time to unite
Lemon Days
silent ways
lemon days
tiger claws illuminate
cut through the sun
the only one
who orbits the mind
take time
write a rhyme
let go of the dime
burn your self awareness
thanks be to this
illusion
conclusion
transfusion
of molecular dilution
sit with it for awhile
en plein air
plain speak
till your head springs a leak
and the words pour out like beer
no need to fear
this thing called time
it’s in line with exchanges and obstructions
of spirit, body and mind
in this world of the dollar
it equates to the sum total of man’s doubts
broken hearts
and constant need to succeed
to be superior over other
out of fear of being overtaken by another
loved by another
needed and held in liability
this world is shrinking
as minds expand
in the atmosphere of song
every transaction has a limit
but now
this moment
Autumn
falling leaves
tell the sleeve
its time to be long
stray cats
make rest
before the snow comes at last
elk runs in the early morn
striving to know
the secrets of his horn
wind blows through oak trunk holes
as suns rays pierce the core of the earth
magenta clouds
cover a blanketed sky
as Mother Earth kisses the land goodnight
so Father Sky may lay low on the horizon
and sleep for eternity
eternity collides with the present
a moment existing in the past and future
simultaneously
irregularly regular
without regulation
forget what they taught you in school
it never amounted to what is undiscovered within
in silence comes truth
in noise there are many lies
peace is knowing answers take time
because time has no plan
Undefinable
new home
new thing
new city
new ring
fine day
to finally say
I will surmount this thing in my way
when it gets to big to climb
I slip into my mind
and get away
high up in the tree
where my spokes spin free
of all things lucid
and diseased
swarming with bees
kinda like flying a kite
at night
with the delight of a child
in the cradle of mothers arms
I will take up arms
against my own delusions
and fantasies of who I am
and how the world sees me
I am undefinable
and capable
of changing
or staying
delaying
or proceeding
the rules do not exist
get with it
or get bent.Undefinable
new home
new thing
new city
new ring
fine day
to finally say
I will surmount this thing in my way
when it gets to big to climb
I slip into my mind
and get away
high up in the tree
where my spokes spin free
of all things lucid
and diseased
swarming with bees
kinda like flying a kite
at night
with the delight of a child
in the cradle of mothers arms
I will take up arms
against my own delusions
and fantasies of who I am
and how the world sees me
I am undefinable
and capable
of changing
or staying
delaying
or proceeding
the rules do not exist
get with it
or get bent.Undefinable
new home
new thing
new city
new ring
fine day
to finally say
I will surmount this thing in my way
when it gets to big to climb
I slip into my mind
and get away
high up in the tree
where my spokes spin free
of all things lucid
and diseased
swarming with bees
kinda like flying a kite
at night
with the delight of a child
in the cradle of mothers arms
I will take up arms
against my own delusions
and fantasies of who I am
and how the world sees me
I am undefinable
and capable
of changing
or staying
delaying
or proceeding
the rules do not exist
get with it
Ambition
relentless ethics
dead set on achieving fantasies
as reality becomes fetish
tell tale signs of locked doors
within the mind
and keys rattling in a pocket
unheard by ears
deafened by the voice of success
strolling through orchards of fruit
with blinders on
feeling the anguish of starvation
burning deep within
Rescued at Sea
current draws you under
hear the rolling thunder
bubbles swarm you body like bees
lungs filled and tense
submersed in this present tense
which way is up or down
follow the light
there is no light
follow the bubbles
always something to follow
kick
kick with all your might
so that you might breath the free air again
feel the sunshine on your face
nothing can erase that first breath feeling
the sky's the ceiling
take it in
tumble low
tell em you’ve gone home
hooped in a life saver
and fisherman’s whistle
they’re tugging you aboard
and you can make it out
the USS Alberta
the name of your savior
how wonderful to be found here
in this Atlantic landscape
with no land to escape
they will take you aboard
where you’ll be warm
the nightmare will be over
hound dogs will lick you all over
and you’ll be on another turn of the revolver
ready to shoot out to the next journey
on goes the hurdy-gurdy
today's shanty
Learning to Talk
serene
plasticine
talcum latrine
falcon scream
soar
roar
swoop
in a loop
down to earth
birth
dawn
fawn
learning to walk
the mind
learning to talk
heart
smart
fart
take it apart
don’t worry about the end result
stay in the practice
cactus
let us
be kind
to one another
sister
brother
forget the deadline
there is not time
for us to rewind
only play
and let it spin
taint no sin
to love your skin
and dance around
in your birthday suit
swimming the warm waters
of velvet lovers
given by mothers
who made love
tell us a song
sing us a story
unwrap your mind
from blankets of worry
take it to the curb
believe in the word
for it is written in stone
that no one is alone
not in this life
or any other
though we may die alone
there are others sharing our fate
the whole human race
even stars in space
so let’s come together
The Snake
the snake was given a key to our home
given a crown
and a team to do his bidding
the snake was given trust
and the authority to command
the snake was elected by the people
and the people are mice
how were mice led to believe they could trust a snake?
the snake said things that that mice should not trust
the snake has eaten mice
the snake has eaten mice before their very mouse eyes
so why?
why did the mice elect a snake?
perhaps there is a bigger predator that the mice fear
the hawk?
the cat?
the opossum?
are mice afraid of being eaten by other mice?
is that what has been going on?
maybe mice see strength in the snake
wish they had the same
perhaps they hope, that by placing their trust in the snake
the snake will give trust in return
but the snake has only one instinct
and that is to survive
and all the snake knows to survive is to feed
snakes feed on mice
the mice are not safe in this house
so should they flee?
build a new home?
or can they find a way to live in a home ruled by a snake?
I suppose they can hide
I suppose they could organize
after all, what is one snake against 340 million mice?…
some will flee
some will hide
some will be eaten alive
but others may organize
and one day defeat the snake
only time will tell...
within every mouse, lies a snake waiting to strangle itself.
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Angel
Ribbed leather boots rub the soles of my mind
Finding a grip on those fine fettered fishnet thighs
That strikes a salmon fit grip line
Trapped beneath my life
I push my soul into yours
It’s only a trick
It’s only for a while
To stop would be remorse
But it’s you I desire
Inside girl
I’m thirsty now and I need a drink
Need to taste your power and feed
Your beauty
A tender Lincoln
Dark and stunning
Rises to God
Dragging you up with me
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
The drums are beating
The razors sinking
We’re bleeding
It’s not so tender after all
It’s hot, and that’s how we like it
Inside girl
Angel
Angel
I see you there
I see you stare
But I don’t care
Touch me if you will sky of blue
Always remember
I’m inside of you
Brick-A-Brack
Paper
Pen
Paperless age
Underlining triangles
Out of the maze
Sometimes we feel stuck in a tree
Over the tracks
Where we can see
That train
No need for pain
Smells like summer
Smells like the rain
Come on &
Hate me now
I know it’s been a long time
Since I’ve seen you
I’m the one to blame
Can I get down now
Put my feet on the ground
Navigate my way back down and around
The stumps
Back to the tracks
Back
Take me back down now
I gotta get back.
Let’s go out and find a ditch
Fill it up with stuff that rots
Flip-flops
Crock pots
Erasers on table tops
Rip up the pages and lick all the stamps
Cross the big river
Come see me again.
Follow the brick, man
The stone slab
Brick a brack
Fast track
Wood spike
Railroad track
And sing a song
To me in the rain
Come cross the stream
We’ll sit and sing
Cookin’ up old times
What’s so funny?
Get your boots all muddy
Bugs
Slip your hypodermic splatter
Under layers of skin and matter
And strike me like a whore
Off 74th and Malanter
Leave me stranded
Leave me stoned
Picked on and received
I got scabs on my knees
Scabs on my legs
Arms and feet
I am my own scene
Of a next day investigation
Where a black and yellow
Keeps me from washing down the gutter
Getting drowned out by the rain
Of last night’s next day
By blood is sweet
My skin is betrayed
Picked off and selected
Bugs in the night
Dirty Face
I understand the sound
I open my eyes
Through shattered windows of noise
I see green skies
Grab my gun
Get up to run
Find cover in the shade
My face is black
My boots are heavy
A watch that’s cracked
A mind unsteady
Ill run for my life
Under the humid sun
Through shivered jungle corridors
I am,
Not the only one
Waking up to rattled sounds
In a blind room
Of my unmentioned past
That no one knows
Round and round
Holding fast
These thoughts run on
I’m acting out
Doing it all wrong
In the life I’ve lead
I know I should be dead
So knock me down
Knock me out
Send me away to a special place
Spell it out
Remind me how it felt
Unwanted luck
They call me Chuck
So don’t get me stuck
This is my home
My place
My name is Dirty Face
Wrong or rite
Ill stand
For any face
I’ll carry the heavy light
Of an anchored curse
On this red path
To the center of the universe
Will my path be bright?
This is my life
Gold Teeth
Countless glances
Counting glasses
Breaking them on my arms
Sliding down
Lying down
Imported numbing sounds
On a steam ship get away
The engines are loaded
And the people don’t know it
But the smoky jumbled
Warthog snout machine
Has triggered his pile
At the height of it all
Rising all the same
And exceeding the median
Of stretch team magnetic works
To enlist some kind of immortal response
Broken ship steam heat
Last Call for Wild Love
Some people say goodbye
Some don’t have the chance
When everyone’s gone
And all is said and done
She’ll be sitting there all alone
No life of the party
No life at all
Love has had its last drink
And it’s too late for last call
So there it goes
Out the door
Alone again
She drinks a toast to love
Then she’ll have some more
She can’t get enough
Everyone comes to see her
They laugh at her jokes
But when it gets too late
It’s time to go
And so
Once again
She will be
Another toast to love
Shell drink some more
Watch her glass
It shakes before it tips
Her joy begins to pour
Through the wooden cracks
Of the bar room floor
Nothing left to drink
No life of the party
No life at all
She took a trip
She took a fall
Out the door and underground
She’s made her last toast
Misty Rap
Silver disk table top
A winding laser road
She waits on a bus to nowhere
While her mans out kissing a toad
Sometimes things just have no reason
Sometimes the people wanna be left alone
But when you’re driving in a car
To a tiger raging bar
You want to send the rats back
o
[Dark stage, NO LIGHTS AT ALL. Nothing but the sound of breath and AC buzzing from the walls of the theatre. Suddenly a voice transcends from the void and softly speaks]
*Note: (-) <-------- at the end of a sentence means a beat of about a second or so.
The earth is cooling
And so are you--
Settle in-------------------------
Settle in
To the silence
Settling in requires preparation-
Cutting molds to form your thoughts around-
Such a convenience it would be to know it all
Like motors pumping cool comfort through the holes in the walls
The blood,
Now rushing to the holes in your head
Humping it
Praising it till your dead
Receive
Receive
Receive
Amiable pleasures and needs
From them to us
For you and me
Me?--
I’m not one to talk at all
I’m - not really here-
Huh, "not really" is a huge understatement
What I mean is
I have no matter-
No pulse-
Breath-
Feeling?-
Not a single-cellular-component of any kind
I am everything that cannot be explained
I was never born
I've never died
I am nothing--
But nothing must be something--
Alas, I have already contradicted myself
To simply use the word "nothing" as a vehicle to describe to those physically hearing my vocal frequencies by granting them the understanding of this kind of absurdity is absurd!
[Almost mockingly] If I am nothing I must be something,
See,
Here lies the dilemma
"Nothing" suggests the barrel is empty
The well run dry
Flames of passion gone broke and shattered-
Maybe like glass?-
A dream forgotten?-
And this, "must be something" business,
Well,
News to me
Perhaps something else metaphorical,
Fruit off the tree?
Possibility?
Hope
That something betters going to happen than what’s going on right now--
But,
What’s really going on?--
Hah, you see how easy it is, even for an enigma, to fall into dialogue?
[Mockingly again?] A romantic pattern of self deprivation
Smart and pathetic at the same time
You know,
Languages have come and gone for centuries
That old pulsing need for the brains instinctual urging to be heard and if successful hopefully get screwed
[Sub-verbal exhale, relief?]--
Not my fault though--
I've simply slipped myself into your habitual orbit of seasonal logic and reason---
Now I'm at a loss for words---------------------------
[Lights up]
Curtain
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Blue transparency sheets
Cover a window where the sun shines
A velvet silhouette
On the cold shoulders of the girl
With too much to think about
Whether she should water her blood roses or not
Whether she should smell them
Or cut some
To bring in the house
So she can drown their stems in peroxide
And rusty sink water where they belong
Their perfume and image bring her too much pain
She listens to them caressing each other in the wind.
Fantasizing about pushing her finger in
Splitting her thumb
Caressing a rose’s vein.
The thought stings in a hot kettle
Where water deposits
Are seconds away
From slipping off the tips
Of their tiny sharp teeth
She wants to forget
Oh,
How graciously she receives their letters
In this dusty make-up kit
That smell of lip stick
An ivory brush that was her Grandmothers
Given to her by her mother
Her
Lips
Stick
As long as her neck lets them.
Backing away from the mirror
With her new, blue
Moon lit face in front of her
And her now black
Dripping mist roses
Watching the hair on her back
She can feel them in her shoulders
Even though she wears a vest
She knows
They will always be there
Even if she stands to go.
Cold feet in the cold snow
Someone left the door open
Winters breath finds his way inside her chest
Like a cat resting on her
It’s hard to breath in this cold white room
She’s close to the door
Tucacatite Rewrite
Jumping around
On carousilly ground
Gold and mirrored
Riding a ralion
Gripping the remains
Of fala-fa-flames
Dropping the edge
Lifting the sea
Ralion sharp caw
Cuts the skin
Dyes the vision
Holding the air
Taking it deep
Trying to reach
The blue swirls of candy
Can dee tupar
Mar lo mar
Can dee tupar lo mar
Pa pa, tucala
Tucala tupata
Riding around
Through a tubetta
Through your la la la
Your la-la-life
A voice that’s gold
A covers that’s mold
Creating a fight to bring it down
To the bottom
Tucaladome
Tupata
It’s swelling up
It’s ratata
Rotetten
A rolling wind
Rolling world
A checkerboard
It’s black and white
It’s outa sight
So take a bite
Wichita Mouse
If this was my shirt
And this stick was a knife
And this fabric here,
you follow me?
If this stuff was the world, right?
If I took this knife
And ripped a tear in the universe
With star light ever green never glades
And eyebrows that pick time into parts
To peer through this,
What would the fibers of all creation do in response?
In this Wichita morning
Where the roads are still slick
Like an oil storm to sog a lollypop case
You feel a shiver.
The parts of the brain that are supposed to tell you what to do
Just aren’t working today.
The meats you’ve stowed have grown sour
And all your hot parts have gone cold.
Your workers have abandoned the enterprise
To protest in this Wichita storm
That you make a choice today.
What a world this is for a mouse in mans cloths,
Where workers, intruders, statesman and looters
Can look you in the eye with red noses and straight faces.
Where these cold times can turn you, Mr. Mouse, to find
That the very thought of you not knowing yourself
As well as someone who can call you when they get into town,
Go out to dinner,
And discuss the many meanings of a frown,
Is sick.
You realize
You’re less of a man
And more of a pal around
Then simply a man himself.
I’m gonna step outside,
You say in your head
Gonna cool off,
You say to your pal
Freeze to death,
Workers
Work on myself and then resurrect
As a slippery rotten mouse with a real knack
For poppin' sucks in the spat
Who make me ask myself too many questions
About why I do things.
Then I’ll take a swing at my own hen house
My own cause
For I am a mouse
Who will no longer question his own help.
I’ll find what I can
And take what’s left.
I am a mouse
A four legged…
FURRY THING
And I say
That no more
Will I lose a one man game
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