[dump]
light up a smoke
in
the soft amber glow of the
city,
street-lights.
a wash in a warm glow
spreading
thru
my veins.
the city lays silent
tonight.
eerie,
in fact.
i can almost hear the ocean
growling.
like an amputee with a
phantom itch.
1000 year itch
like how i keep scratching
my
heart.

[dichotomy]
i loved you both
im sorry
i just couldnt help myself
me & my ego
me & my big
heart
me and this disease,
love
me
me
me
i
i
i
myself
& this
poem
alone.

the cats shit all over
mothers enraged at the ruined duvee
as i fly up, up
& away.

[final word]
casually spinning the truth
such a horrible, dishonest
prevalent thing to be doing
to twist the world
to YOUR
reality,
thats just fine and dandy.
but dont you preach to me about
'growing up';
not you.
like i'll understand and be
understood
if only i could wear
your googles.
so absent minded & self-obsessively
possesively
spinning in circles that you
forgot to add a little
truth.

[occidental]
the mystery of june
in full bloom
goes mad-man-dancing
into august
& the fruits of the
queens of a wet saturday night
september dreams
& dies soul-ly
in the black mud of creation.

adam wants his damned rib back
eve will have another heart-attack
now she knows what shes done
with the snake.

[gaud]
held in contempt for my
gaudy, god-like views
& as pretentious for all the
materials
i use.
in the fascist arena
im seen as a
un-kept mystery
with troubled, tortured
soul.
but i know
the heart of hearts of men,
in which lies all thats
defined
as devine
& the soul & the mind
collide
there.
tearing through the fabric
& veneer
of our very lives
(so dear)
look inside yourself and
find
for yourself
the heaven to match
this life of hell.

[beta betta]
whats it like being a fish,
my friend?
living a life of
just
existin'?
much sooner for you
will come
an end
but still you go on
just
existin'
oblivious
to outside demands.
just doing
what
you can.

[R.I.P.]
the paper tells me of The War
the body count; the latest
score.
as i read the names of those
who died
i cannot help myself
i cannot
cry.
those young men &
women
who give their lives
for
(so-called) 'freedom'
but who is free?
not us
not them
(they being those of a
foreign land)
only those who cease
to be
are the ones who are
truly free
resting in
peace.

[retrograde]
the mountains loom
in the fog
where does this
road
go?
what is god?
my child dies,
and i take off
...

[esoteric knowledge]
since i cannot have
the love i need
i will
kill
my need for love

[from the eyes of a pigeon]
the church bells ring
screaming
"go to church, you fiend!"
as i nest myself in my
city roof-top perch.
i will preach
The Word
to all the other birds;
aquiline absolution.
and we will have
a little
peace
& shit on all the
humans.

[tune in toledo]
another random radio relay
full of
trumped up words she felt
compelled
to say.
feigned effort to set things
straight
...its too late.

[gargling gasoline]
choc full of magic
worries
thoughts
that weigh one down
like a pair of
leaden shoes
but when spirits are
high
on mega-octane fuel
with super-conductors spinning
out-of-control
& i'm
smoking
like its going out of style
a hippie walking down the street
looks at me &
tosses me a beer
' says
i look lonely
buddy,
you have no idea...

[au sec]
i dont think it matters,
really;
what i think---which means
that
it doesnt matter
that
it doesnt matter
----right?

a simple twist of tongue
in cheek
in deep thought while
tying up the airwaves
&
the spaces
between
the I
& me

[shape shifter]
i dont care anymore
and i hope that makes you happy
i'd given into to that lovely sin
waist deep and sinking further in
remembered what i'd been before
by god! i had been happy
without the sappy, lovey-dovey-type
shit
i believed in a world that ends
(every night, when i closed my
eyes)
but now
i dont care anymore
the truth is as twisted as a
word
one vague recollection,
an unsightly excuse;
gorged on reflection until
i saw the truth!
it has nothing to do
with either me
or you
dancing and spinning
(but you never danced with me)
unabashed in good feeling
and tearing thru walls
now
atlast
i have seen the true path
and it has nothing to do with the past
its all ancient history now
to me
the futures wide open
you see???
terminal velocity out thru the door
i just dont care
anymore

[tomorrowoodland]
tomorrow never waits for
the sun-rise;
the witching hour before the
twitching light
shines brightest----
the striking bells sounding
its arrival.
a new day to do
whatever.
in the bleak night
before sunrise
when
to-morrow
becomes
to-day

[message recieved]
she sends me a message
thru the static air
across the stretch of
1000 miles
she believes the words
of
some wanna-be, would-be lover
(wont take my word over another)
making accusations about a certain
grrrl
(cant she see these billboard lies?!);
she severs all ties
with me
such hypocracy!
nevermind the very same guy
does the same as i
or
that she fills the void by
donating her time to this
(-pfff-)
'guy'
despite what i had to say
she believes she has the right to say
'its not that like that'
this time
as i said
i wont fight it
i may not want or like it
but i wont fight it
she sent a message to me
well, baby,
i guess now i can see
love wrapped up in hypocracy
she sent a message to me
...
message recieved

[rosey city miles]
moving on along this celluloid
nightmare
on up thru these un-shot scenes
still
tingling
with anticipation;
---wheels turning 'round in
shy apprehension.
weary bones could tell
9 stories;
so much broken vinyl
(but that gets boring &
i dont wanna)
like a gas-bag breaking wind
& shut-up firmly in denile---
' sure am racking in
those
rosey city miles.

[X-O]
you made me feel
(and i may never forgive you
for that)
scratch that,
you got me wanting
to feel.
y' told me this was
for real
(n' stuff);
that one true-love-type
stuff
(with kisses & flowers)
a real prospect at
a real
'forever'.
whatever.
thats what you say instead
now.
as if it was all
some
no-big-deal.
i will love you
(now &)
forever,
goddamn you;
you made me feel.

[drivin' with the devil]
baby, baby, baby no----
dont you dare now cry for me
im on my way home
in the
devils own back seat.
baby, baby, baby oh----
my love turned lovely blue
im on my way down
to hell
yeah,
im coming after you...

wouldnt it be nice to
stay together?
wouldnt it be nice to
stay in love?
oh, baby baby baby; lover
wouldnt it be great to never
have
enough?

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