[ode de BUK]
never fooled yourself 'to thinking,
did you?;
that
some how
some where
that there might be something
better.
ol' jack had the stars in his eyes
and that old french-man's heart
could sing.
but thats not you
and thats not me
what would you think if you'd ever
laid eyes
on me?
--"fucking pussy."
probably.

[pulminary chi]
thought with a smile
a twist of the face
all of it, then, seemed
worthwhile
so turn another page
so many calenders...
i sat & waited for
hours & hours.
i dont know what i thought
or that i ever did
but, oh----my god!
it was worth it
sunset in the plaza
pigeons flee
oh how i loved
every lil minute of it
when i finally left her
standing
at the station. i lost something
---sensation!
rarely have i felt much since
that is what she did...
her gift
& damnation
my souls salvation
& worth every penny of it.

[ode to saying "FUCK YOUR 2-PARTY SYSTEM!" :)]
what do you do when both sides are wrong?
& a third-party vote is just a third-wheel;
like that date-less guy in the car
on the way to prom...
' told that if you dont choose
one of the two that are
wrong,
you've wasted your voice;
& by your all-loving mom.
so what do you do?
no matter what, you lose.
so what
, just give up?; not even get in
the fight?
avoid confrontation thru long-worded explanation;
consciencious objector.
coward,
right?
what do you do? WHAT?! do you do?!?
no matter what,
your screwed.
are you gonna take it up the butt?
or
are they gonna have to
take you
down?

|quote of the day|
Buddah-Jack says:
"We all wait for the next thing to happen. It's happening all over the world only some places they supply prophylactics, and some places they talk business.
We haven't got a leg to stand on."

[sine qua non]
going back now to a
brand-new
destination
let go the clock
&
all my
long-held
aspirations
if i think too much
if it gets too real
toil endlessly to make
it
not a really big-deal
so much to laugh at
but
no time for love,
dr. jones
with a smile on my face
i am jones'ing for a
real deal

[1/2-filled pages]
my zen-like mind & lover
have a past &
presently
have escaped this place
just to see
if
all the noises that seem to
really do
last for ages
as seen behind these
1/2-filled pages
zen-mind of mine &
lover, disinclined
she who is also
totally mine
but just wont believe it
they have set the stage
now
show me, dont laugh too loud
its not just me, but
i was made to see
like all the boys that
girls dont wanna make with
filling up
these
1/2-filled pages

[yeah...]
vapour kisses; chemical's there
suddenly vacant and feeling impaired
its long after midnight and
well past one's bed-time
bathing in light.
the brain fails to find
the right thing to say
ends the same everytime
everytime the same way
left to think
and to drink
drink it all away

[converting to alpha]
trained with the bi-optical off-
point-of-view;
as seen from the advanced state
of
mental decay.
install some ultra-sonic, anti-
sludge-proof
control-type devices;
proto-nuclear-powered
on my own radio wave.

//

i need to do this thing.
i gotta get up
& go;
leave with the tide.
when i was alive
last time
every step of mine had a spring;
every movement to a beat.
now i only have dead eyes.

the molecules surrender to
the force of all that
ever was,
ever
will be;
all i am, just because.
and if i leave before you,
remember please;
i was all that
ever was.

[nano-technology]
i have sailed the streets of long beach
as vacant as a shadow
i was the epitomy of---
madness! empty & hollow
seperate from the straight world
The Show
my boilers fueled by amphetimines
providing me with the all too neccessary
steam-clean feeling
& some much needed relief
from myself
succled in the street-light glow
took a back seat to a car
in tow
keeping my eyes on the road
a bottle of moonshine, a horseshoe,
and 1/2 a kilo of blow
flashing lights and big fucking guns
yer fucked!
stab with nails
decaying with rust
ashes to ashes, dust to dust

[polybicarbonate]
beg to believe in
'bout anything
really
anything real
atleast
that you might of
spilled
to me
big sack of sacrifices
sounds stupid
really
any word feels
atleast
like a weapon &
a shield; equally
anything can kill
i think
eventually

[i laugh at your big red x]
hey you
yer lame
and thats all the thought
you take

[totally]
hollow looks hurt most
from her
& too much can mean
too many things
forever too
dreams fade faster when held
too tight
just let go
now, go
battle scars from loving
gifts
tuesday never gave
two shits
lost alot when i
lost her
& too much can mean
too many things
tried too hard to
let her know
must let go
must let go
fading back to be
unknown
now go

[lust]
there is dawn out there
somewhere
speeding just beyond the horizon
it waits for the bare flesh
with harsh
magnifying lenses.
mistress of the-end-of-the-night
who comes but once
& then takes flight
do what you do
and when you do
you move.
me----?
sirred autistic artistic juices
concentrated
but 110% pure
CREATE!
music, poetry,
pictures with out paint!
its a wonderful, brand new day
come on lets sin,
says the saint.

[force of will]
what do you see when you look out on
the world
from the safety of that bubble
of your mind?
scent of fear for what is not known
& for what IS
known.
does MIGHT make RIGHT?
...as lincoln is credited
saying...
does the strong angry-man,
a mighty man with out an equal
in strength,
who over powers a girl
(weak & scared; young & naive)
a little girl on whom he
forces his will.
having his way with her
like a toy;
is this man a righteous man?
does his strength void the inherent
evil
of what he does?
no.
what of the government
who uses its armed forces
against its own people;
to mortally mark a gathering
of the people
by the people
& for the people;
stain the ground with the blood
of children
who dont understand.
all because they disagree
with the state of the nation,
supposed to be free.
where is the right
so honourably decreed as
the way?
is freedom not written as
all men being created equal;
with certain, unalienable rights:
life,
liberty,
& the pursuit of happiness.
living free & happy;
every body.
no imposition of
ideas or beliefs on you or others, by you;
welcoming opposition,
not silencing dissention
by force.
what is wrong if
this is right?
if might makes right,
i wanna be left.
look around
everybody
anytime;
hypocracy stares at you from
every where.

[get inside]
my body's not a temple
anymore
my mind is not as clear as it
use to be---.
and i passed out
at
your front door;
but im
two doors down,
-actually.

still,
youre not impressed that much by me {rpt.}

the morning, burning glory; burns
eyeballs set in stone.
pierce my eyes as i
let out a piercing scream---.
im trying, hard, not too think
& be
clever still.
consuming all this lovely
alcohol.

and your still
not all that impressed by me. {rpt.}

what does it all mean, pretty lady
tell me what really does it for you?
please, please, please tell me,
pretty lady...
i wanna get inside of you.

my heart, hear it beating? like a whore?
this is that
fine-line-re-al-(i)t-y---.
pluck & steal flowers for your car
from that neighbor that pisses
you
off.

caught
out on the lawn
spot-lights, & alarms
all coming on.
caught me
pee ing on the front
lawn.
my fly,
undone;
as bright as the sun.
tell your mother, your
father
just what i did.
butcher of flowers,
the boy who just
had-to-piss...
and just couldnt
hold it.

but youre still not all that impressed by me {rpt.}

[so]
you're oh so big
now
your mother must be so
proud
so in control
so mighty
so...!
...you know?
it must be so nice
to
exorcise
so much influence
so often
so that
those once deemed friends
say
'so long'
so often
so now this is the end
so what?

[high for the low-ball]
the tragic mind that wanders
round & 'round to the dark places
...while pondering empty spaces;
with a half-filled grin
eyes bright with the sin
of the moment; that never lasts forever.
for every chance taken
2 dozen, atleast, get left by the road
the waste that litters
a-n-y-b-o-d-y-'s
past
changing the future
whats forsaken
---become living proof to her!
make haste for the last thought
live & die
like a man.

[mulatto]
no ones answering &
the voices fill up my head
stomache turns & gargles
i pour another whiskey down
the old girl doesnt get
it
the new girl doesnt get
it
im the only one who gets
it.
black emptiness enfolds us
the stranger dies in your arms
another victim of a hard-knock-
life
and i
pour another whiskey down

[et tu]
birds in flight &
i'm
really flowing now.
ive gotthe 2nd sight;
ive got the mad
look.
screw in the corkscrew
as if to say:
"screw YOU, world"
when nobody wants or
needs you
its easy to disappear

[the unfinished garden]
run with the fury
run with the hunted
run your cold, dead fingers
thru my hair
goodbye, baby
i love you
always
still
night, calm; cold darkness
---open your eyes!
i made a deal with the devil
but
the devil, he lied
so i
run into the madness
run full speed into the night
run down days like
so many lines
i miss you, baby
always
still

saying goodbye
again
my
love

[mandala]
the star-body heat-lamp high over head
another fat, black fly feels oncoming death
old men pushing archiac machines down cratered streets
noise echos but is held by gravity
children in new clothes & wrapped safely in plastic
souls being fed like pollution & old habits
breathe in the air
of the last hundred years
liquid smoke leaves me blue, it shares my hue;
leaves my lungs and dissappears
the fat, black fly has found some back-up
a partner-in-crime; or maybe true love?
while the nuclear inferno rages on high above