singing a song
that nobody knows
in the delicate
intricacies of doom
as time spirals in bits
between the street lights
in the unimaginable
burning of night
we are the invincible
we are the impossible
sweater-wearing nymphs
of the apocalypse
slow burning in the waters
which cage a hybrid variety
that is not inclined to live
but is to sick to die
mobius time-fuck
if I wait at the bar
poised in an Irishman's
hands, but clothed
in sequence as a tool
I will raise up my pint
to the absurdity
and profundity of it all
as if swollen by circumstance
a weird ripple in time
loops around my face
like a thousand serpents
cloistered by God
I have worshiped the bottle
for to long, it seems
but I shape the future
with my eyeballs and ream
the clothing of this certain doom,
clings to me like plastic sheeting,
as purposeless and swollen
as a falling whale
but the sky is breeding whales
in blubber clouds
I am done with this foolish
cheese sandwich of doom!
Goodbye, world!
poised in an Irishman's
hands, but clothed
in sequence as a tool
I will raise up my pint
to the absurdity
and profundity of it all
as if swollen by circumstance
a weird ripple in time
loops around my face
like a thousand serpents
cloistered by God
I have worshiped the bottle
for to long, it seems
but I shape the future
with my eyeballs and ream
the clothing of this certain doom,
clings to me like plastic sheeting,
as purposeless and swollen
as a falling whale
but the sky is breeding whales
in blubber clouds
I am done with this foolish
cheese sandwich of doom!
Goodbye, world!
innocents
I've heard
the howling screech
of a towering griffin
with greedy talons
and iridescent wings
but I just want
the simple things
like the smell of
oak leaves
on a summer day
as the shore swells up with foam
curdling tears
in lonely notes
of a song
that makes us smile again
the reality is memories lost
while skirting through the grass
alone by an effervescent spring
coming deep from a sink hole's quells
as torrents of bells
blast and ring
swallowing a shore-bird's scat
from the bag of a tanner's moon
but if I listen closely
I can still remember
innocents lost
as our eyes rolled
black and blue
in the exhaust of a truck stop
when we tried to hitch a ride home
the howling screech
of a towering griffin
with greedy talons
and iridescent wings
but I just want
the simple things
like the smell of
oak leaves
on a summer day
as the shore swells up with foam
curdling tears
in lonely notes
of a song
that makes us smile again
the reality is memories lost
while skirting through the grass
alone by an effervescent spring
coming deep from a sink hole's quells
as torrents of bells
blast and ring
swallowing a shore-bird's scat
from the bag of a tanner's moon
but if I listen closely
I can still remember
innocents lost
as our eyes rolled
black and blue
in the exhaust of a truck stop
when we tried to hitch a ride home
dust
the perception of youth lost
first to dust
then the needle
the past has a way
of finding you
thru your dreams
no matter what
thought I was going to
break the cycle
thru orgiastic fervor
I am a triumphant fool
roaring thru a tunnel
I swarmed up into
the alley
through a pot hole
now poetry is prayer
as I dream of kids
locked in washing machines
and guns in the palmetto
I hear the subtle Om
drifting almost silently
down a muggy alley
and calls on the phone
from Grandma
first to dust
then the needle
the past has a way
of finding you
thru your dreams
no matter what
thought I was going to
break the cycle
thru orgiastic fervor
I am a triumphant fool
roaring thru a tunnel
I swarmed up into
the alley
through a pot hole
now poetry is prayer
as I dream of kids
locked in washing machines
and guns in the palmetto
I hear the subtle Om
drifting almost silently
down a muggy alley
and calls on the phone
from Grandma
exams
sloppy needles
pierce a long vein
belittling my face
as I hammer my head
with shaman's nails
over, and over
I pace, laughing maniacally
at the poor doctor
with his easy eyeballs
still, I forgive Them
for their conspiracy
pierce a long vein
belittling my face
as I hammer my head
with shaman's nails
over, and over
I pace, laughing maniacally
at the poor doctor
with his easy eyeballs
still, I forgive Them
for their conspiracy
the doctor
"Give me a martini, extra dirty."
multiple identities,
split
later he was a cowboy
with green promises
now he has a crew cut
at the bar
my life is a lucid nightmare
from a hospital bed
sour and crimson
stuck in that impossible,
shadowless room
I've done this before
"Here, hold this."
I'm handed... instruments
He shows me... pictures,
points and says
"You did that"
"Now get out!"
I stagger away drunkenly
tripping over the tips
of my cowboy boots
in the cracks
of a silent brick
Georgetown alley
I stop by a canal
wobbling in a daze
loitering in front
of an empty bottle
smelling the acrid water
under a bridge,
where I normally sleep
clothed like a bum
in the chilly fog
of the Potomac
but it was just a man,
with a doll
in a foggy alley
after all
multiple identities,
split
later he was a cowboy
with green promises
now he has a crew cut
at the bar
my life is a lucid nightmare
from a hospital bed
sour and crimson
stuck in that impossible,
shadowless room
I've done this before
"Here, hold this."
I'm handed... instruments
He shows me... pictures,
points and says
"You did that"
"Now get out!"
I stagger away drunkenly
tripping over the tips
of my cowboy boots
in the cracks
of a silent brick
Georgetown alley
I stop by a canal
wobbling in a daze
loitering in front
of an empty bottle
smelling the acrid water
under a bridge,
where I normally sleep
clothed like a bum
in the chilly fog
of the Potomac
but it was just a man,
with a doll
in a foggy alley
after all
lost in the black
darling nymphs attack
on the delinquent wings
of another man's crimes
but all I have
is memories of a hooded self
and I have boils,
now that I'm
scarred straight
sticking like goo
to the towering spires
and lost in a million
sparkling tiles
but fortune beguiles
I saw the lights
of an ancient city
that paints the sky
emblazoned with gray they were
with giant, sparkling blacks
I lost myself in these,
the eyes
of my darling friends
that spy
whimpering for freedom
they took me home
saved me from doom
delivering me
free and welcomed
as a child
of an absolute and certain God
on the delinquent wings
of another man's crimes
but all I have
is memories of a hooded self
and I have boils,
now that I'm
scarred straight
sticking like goo
to the towering spires
and lost in a million
sparkling tiles
but fortune beguiles
I saw the lights
of an ancient city
that paints the sky
emblazoned with gray they were
with giant, sparkling blacks
I lost myself in these,
the eyes
of my darling friends
that spy
whimpering for freedom
they took me home
saved me from doom
delivering me
free and welcomed
as a child
of an absolute and certain God
the cage
a sleepless monster
showering in snow
sober, and drawn
from the pulsing night
he tethers his feet
to an endless road
and plows, breathlessly
to the river's edge
through it's foggy
and merciless glow
he has fallen in
gasping and drowning
in the multitudes
screaming to the sky
from a sea of stars
the onlookers stare,
and clap, and yawn.
judgments are made
but no one cares.
he doesn't drink,
or smoke,
or hunger?
he is inept and fumbles
with words?
he is nothing
but a whimpering animal
with a ridiculous
and impossible fantasy
caged in a dark
and petulant shroud
a silent weakling
who's roaring loud
showering in snow
sober, and drawn
from the pulsing night
he tethers his feet
to an endless road
and plows, breathlessly
to the river's edge
through it's foggy
and merciless glow
he has fallen in
gasping and drowning
in the multitudes
screaming to the sky
from a sea of stars
the onlookers stare,
and clap, and yawn.
judgments are made
but no one cares.
he doesn't drink,
or smoke,
or hunger?
he is inept and fumbles
with words?
he is nothing
but a whimpering animal
with a ridiculous
and impossible fantasy
caged in a dark
and petulant shroud
a silent weakling
who's roaring loud
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