IN THE SUNLIGHT
closer to the bottom
of the bottle
where the pain returns
the amber stop sign
up ahead
sending psychic stabs
windows cutting
through the surface
allowing ugly forward views
of pain to be
and pain that was
buried for protection
somehow nurtured
under soil
rooted, growing
spreading fast
ivy nagging
strangled soul
return to normal
never easy
shivering body
feeling drained
in sunlight's ugly
conversation
ears and eyes
its vampire victims
as dead sensations
blast to dust
emotions strung out
on the rack
flatlined daydreams
on the gurney
wheeled into the morgue
my self
if ever such a thing existed
INSPIRED BY THE MONK
piano roller
whips it out
in love with madness
fingers run
like a hungry pack of wild dogs
the flow
of a night's howling
calls the songs of forever
left by undead composers
remembered back to life
they haunt the world of recordings
spirits in old houses of vinyl
ghosts donning sheets of music
sleight of hand
plays on death
song writers live on
through old echoes
reaching across the ages
maintaining their presence
standing their jams
quick shots tossed back
burn good
slow drags of smoke
accompanying vibrations
put life in the air
grand teeth
struck together
one player - one piece
rapping with the thickness
of a whole damned band
strumming keys
that open bigger doors
with the gentle touch
of a thief stealing
in and out of minds
pounding rides
up, down, in and out of
tunes scale soundscapes
of the musical world
dancing on its axis
a stellar hop
in unknown tempos
delivered through
timing of time itself
ivory earpaintings
rearing souls
to caress
the most true voice
of all language
will speak forever
RED'S NEW DRESS
colored weave
can catch your eye
blending dream worlds
with the stitch
within the pattern flowing
a hidden secret hypnotist
a stinging bee, a spider bite
mosquito buzzing
in your ear
something painful from the dark
intensifying tortured tears
it started just like any other day i suppose
but something about it rang differently
there was a tainted bit
to the whole of reality
the sunrise itself seemed exceptionally odd
not quite as resilient as usual
standing out more because of it
funny how absence sometimes makes things work in reverse like that ain't it?
a bit of dishonesty and guilt...
redemption attempted
not found.
accomplishments taken
completed one half
red head haunting me once more
in her newest walk
summer dress and scarlet locks
against flat cerulean sky
songs sculpt lust
in stroking tones
to the shape
of craving wants
that fall in tears
and run through nerves
while rising with my cock
they tell me that's obsessive
but i don't really listen
i almost argue the point
when overall i think they're right
i know that they only know because
they are the same
in their own ways
remaining lost in
beauty penetrating
like no other
without seeing at all
i feel
the softness of her feet
as she walks across my back
this soul left
humbled before her
enamored
cries reach
stars shining overhead
in the blue light
off the snow
a magic kingdom for
a short while before
becoming fleeting sparks
when none have set foot here
we link freely
in this untouched spectral airspace.
glowing, i pass into
idiopathic patterns
finding myself
caught in the stream again
last minute maps drawn through recollection
lead somewhere along the line
lost again, seeing too late
i must have messed up
because sometimes i don't know
how i got here
where i am
or how i'm going to get back
to wherever it is that i was
cross tundra tonight.
lay down in the shadows now
get yourself some rest
some reasoning
some remembering
set courses in time and space
relevance irrelevant
no fear here
let me have it
THE PEOPLE IN ROOM TWELVE (current events)
magnetic television
hypnotizes
us
full of
exploding deserts
third world
parking lots
to be
palaces(of)smoke
under
falling bombs
newsprint war
rises up under
media lords
drafting their own
cable regimes
of
sideline soldiers
wielding cameras
new mad shutterbug
between shots
shooting
struggles with death
to win
the purple lens
aka
nobel peace price
or
brass balls award
it all
serves to turn
my stomach
so
i run
to the nowhere
there is to go
except
inside of me
finding that
being cluttered
something said "leave"
The sign up ahead of me read NO VACANCY and then died out when a nearby transformer was struck by lightning. Two people in room twelve were heard fucking by everyone within a five mile radius. Apparently "Donna" really likes to yell to God about how hard she likes what she likes and where she likes it put...
Everyone else who was awake that night called the cable company to complain that they had nothing to do.
"ambivalent"
She makes it hard
to enjoy sex
fuck her.
