[the fool with a smile]
im running in circles
tearing everything
apart
my head up my ass
&
my ass doesn't care
bullet-proof, manicured
aire of resistance
to the recommended daily
allowance's
wit all of its
amendments
polished off
& wax resistant
like a child, so fast
so persistant
acknowledge something
i dont care what
admit your faults
confess to God!
leading on that you will
SAVE THEM
with all your mental
masturbation

no on e sho ul d tel l yo u w hat y ou be liev e

[rotflmao ii]
nothing kept
the offer made
the pigeons wept
for all who came
as sad affair
as old eyes see
the tragedy of it all
lay hidden
in the scene
obscure remarks?
-i guess, but
who says?
try to -hardly
works best if less
obscene.

[branded]
someday i will lose control; that sense of
self -myself-; & then
i'll fall.
from higher graces & a better stasis
from which we are all
absolved.
sure of this as sure as
anything. a better night
-wake up!
the sun, it brings
a taste of love, however
fleeting...
the only thing that keeps my
heart a' beatin'

lost
i found
a meaning to use
its alright
yeah, its okay
for now.

{!}
...like a midget in a urinal
i'm gonna have to stay on my toes


.

[this;that]
arteries that fee my monster
exsistence is what follows after
the fading light that drives me farther
its my life; its my disaster

severed head in hands so Holy
understood what god had told me
never knew ---how fucking boring
surest bet on the hand yer holding

like to think; need to know something
watch you dying in slow motion

[driven in by piles]
craping out on a slab of concrete
need a moment, if you please
Hollywood is on the streets
making up this vulgar scene
remenants of a life made up
a casualty to this brutal love
give me more-its not enough
'yer so damn cool';---yeah, so damn tough
what is seen is a TV screen
dressed to kill democracy
hold my hand while i slowly bleed
save a piece from the Mad Machine
15 minutes, thats it! your done
foolish lambs stare at the sun
Hollywoods' been over-run
write it off, have some fun

[false prophets]
fall asleep!
-you're just a whisper.
cut brutally from every picture.
scattered to flames
& winds
-so many times, so many
did.
in view of every single moment
the best there ever was, goddammit; we own it!
selling god
like fruits & roses



& the mind can stray when the
heart is tied; it seems only
over night. back next day - like
cattle let to range.

[the under-cover pigeon]
in the tender womb of the Queen of Hearts
with the Devil's Man & a deck of cards
the Offer made; now there's just that other part...
a broken groom seething shattered stars
his fertile bride
lays sleeping
underneith the yard

there's a House of Mirrors where the mind belongs
it might be said 'a tad naive';---but thats wrong
like the sunny side on the west end of dawn
two sugar-cubes meet & are gone---!
out there dreaming 'bout the other side of
the freedom in a song

she percolates out of a lovers bed
removes an arm to extract her head
...& then she walks away from him!
the sky's turning blue and her eyes are red
remember all those things we did?!?
have to laugh, so often did
just cant friggin' help it
she starts to run; her soul's been fed.

[signal]
...and we talk, back and forth
in radio-wave patterns
10 degrees of digestion for
every little noun
but i Holy-ily believe in
lost time & of caverns
that place in your eyes
that shakes with every little sound
under the tree's, lay on the grass
& your crying?!?
gave you my heart; ' made it bleed
& i - see - you - smil-ing

[hot]
bashful, hot lover; caramel queen
mean what your saying and
say you want me
bent over backwards; both in heat
and in jest
figuratively-literally
at the foot of the bed
unlock the secrets with the hooks
of your dress
whole body beating and
clenched tight as a drum
drenched in sweat; as if swimming
each breath biting in lungs
exhaled past your voice box
which brings music to my ears
the sound of your moaning
the taste of your tears
wild and spinning; the earth moves in sway
to the pushing and pulling between you
and me
is this how you see it?
tell me, now,
does it feel good?
my minds eye is harlot,
my brain is a whore

...c-span2 update...
a bunch of politicians deliberating for hours
about who would be politically appropriate to
nominate
for the various Nobel Prizes...

[what?!?]
well, just answer me one question
what is it you love?
the tired faces filling up
tired days
like a skipping record
's been skipping since 10-years-ago
when push comes to shove, tell me
what is it you love?!?
i doubt even you know!
your emotions, your tools
you use
in your game. applied with
the pressure
of your ultimate aim

[drink the honey from my lips]
yellow transmittals of blank, empty
space; sent for cause of reaction
that screams for attention. well, sorry
honey; not today.

[what you say]
i taste the ill-famed apple-
of-your-eye that tasted
a little bit like strawberries.
but i havent had any strawberries,
not for a year at least.
the daylight, i think, hates me
because im handsom, says his inner
drag-queen.
put me in a magazine.
i could be in a magazine,
maybe if i was seventeen
again.
so what if all thats good is rotten
so what if i dont care
apathy is all love's begotten
guess that means i care

[bold]
can you feel the hunger?
is it deafening?
your stomach growl
a freight train
long & hot on a still dead night
the anxiety in waiting
between a rumble & a roar

[down by the river]
beat me down when i was standing
tall
left me bloody down by the river
if that river could carry me away
wash this body clean
if i thought for a second
id let that river take me
down o the ocean - way out to sea
goddamn these emotions,
they're killing me!

[...]
tremble, you shake
til the night turns to dawn
all the reasons you made
up
are all old, dead & gone
trying being fruitless
& selling your time
they dont want a person
& they sure as hell dont want
your mind

[post]
the stench of sex stains
innocense;
the jagged tooth stuck in
my heart.
i could have been...
something,
but i fell down & couldnt get
back up

[bottom feeder]
every fibre in my body
every morsel of my soul
screams at me out loud from want
of something
i guess
i dont know...
form eloquent & quite useless words
thru my chapped lips & with no real point
to the empty walls of my room & board
for something
i guess
i dont know...

i once had a head and i
loved it too much
it would beg
to be fed & i
loved it too much
i would take it out & i
would tease it with touch
it loved to be played with
& i loved to play with it
& i
im afraid i
loved it too much

[mediocre attempt]
what do you want from me?
please tell me
specificly{sp?}
im not an idol to be worshipped
im not an ideal to be held
tho i do like to cuddle when
my mind starts to swell
my passion lays inside of that mind
its not very obvious and not very
kind
to others who try
like hell sometimes
but just see me as blind
over pretensions and
ALL
absolute's
but i wouldnt mind a shot
or two
with a little vermouth
it could clean me like the morning
sun
when i woke up
to me
alone

[stranger still]
the cat lies in direct sunlight
while i hide my face in a shadow
you treat me with your words
in quotations
as if you want to say something
well, then
say something
i can give and give
im quite capable of that
but whats the point
everyone walks away