Bleaker’s Repository

Bleaker’s Repository

Infected with purpose
Out of the flesh world
Into the womb of beginning
Taking away your crutch
Forcing your mind
Upon you like a tiger
Vengeful with claws
Knowing both darkness and truth
Under the impetus of love
Beyond your pile of sticks
They do not add up
To this final purpose
This calling of all wills
Aligned with the universe
Perched at the tip
Waiting for the falling over
The flood of unreason
Bored through with the wind
Three generations of them
Still the light pours through
Upon Bleaker’s lowly place

Wanted Death

Wanted Death

Maybe he wanted death
Tried so hard to find it
Looked in a pill bottle

Slit wrists spilling so red
With practice and over
Molded details in mind

Victim

Victim

We are in the same boat.
Little comfort, while sinking.
Still, the captain repeats the refrain.
His words fall, on silent ears.
No one wants to consider.
Consequences, sinking deeper.
Guardians of the darkness.
Malicious unclear future.

Los Muertos

Los Muertos

The corruption of the weak
Food for the idols
Death of the voiceless
Children of the broken man
Raised up from the ashes
Tears no longer shed
Clenched fists rising higher
Angry cries of the masses
Defined by complications
Distorted faces in the windows
Watching the death parade
Those who catch the babbles
Sweet release and escape

Jealous Punk

Jealous Punk

Empty your heart of its mortal dream
To be like the gods in all glory
Infinite power and blessed grace
Rise above the mundane
Embrace the sacred and holy
Your image illuminating my mind

The slumber of darkness waits
Standing alone as in the beginning
Bringing the flame of divinity
Becoming like God, closing the gap
Removing all weakness from the flock


Darkly placed upon my eyelids
Poor, tired, wandering fool
Sold for a fleeting chance
My words sent forth
To reap what they have sown
Gather up the fruits of time

Mighty walls stand before me
Raised up by my free will
Testaments to my stubbornness
Victims to my crimes
Like fallen tombstone left to decay
Forgotten souls of the living

Recognize the devils that surround you
Remember how they tormented
Betrayed by your recollection
Justified by self-righteous fever
Your mind a lethal weapon

Its all about survival and space
Sending it all back around
A soulless, jealous punk
Rules made to be broken
An all together different game

Me up on the highway
Sure I’m out there
Standing there like Satan
The biggest dog on the street
Hiding in the bottomless pit

Ascending to Heaven on an Eagle

Ascending to Heaven on an Eagle

I shall not be too forward
Advancing tales spun in moonlight
Fabulous secrets of nature
Avoiding all absurdities
Like Jack avoids the doctor

We consider the quality
Wares that the salesman brings
Fanfares and banners held on poles
While the children dance
Soldiers for the war

Breathe new life into your madness
Wave to the dregs as they pass
Spare not their rank or abilities
Heathens and idolaters have spoken
Experience teaching us new lessons

Who trouble not themselves
Occasion to observe
Ignorance by the cruelty
Most vile and atonable creature
Exceeds our efforts and wholly depends

With thunder and lightning
Where comes the power
Done by wicked and diabolical
Souls desirous of communion
Dispose their good Angels

Aim only for the practice
To pretend and to honor
By heaps of stones and statues
Assemblies of the people
Instruction of the truth

A Loan of Terror

A Loan of Terror

Lend me your terror,
a refuge you could not share.
You are strangled by
the feeling. A new
form of ugliness, paired with
monster. Your master
illusion calling
your name. With a mask, I speak
the truth for those who
do not listen. To
care so much is a weakness.
Happy ending come.

A Renaissance Angel

A Renaissance Angel

Your serene ignorance
Of a certain beauty
Is like the hate of a dog
A barking dog who recruits
Followers to a crusty band
Hearts beating wildly
They write your boneheaded wisdom in books
They move their lips a s they read
Ignorant to your perpetrations
Blue lips
Words after words
A drug infused rant
Of idiocy
Never finding the meaning
It escapes you
Dogged persistence of meaningless
Golden curls of tobacco
As you stand against the wall
Your back to the crowd
You can’t face your accusers
A gracias move toward the door
The filtering of light
To the point of madness
It is your madness
And you want to share it
She was mute
With the fierce look of the devil
Melting down to the core
Two dimensional questions
A careful distortion

The Yield of darkness

The Yield of darkness

In the tomb
I see her
Better than the world
Better than god
The bone of my flesh
The terrible look
A trapped animal
Trapped in the walls of anguish
Deeper into the night
The carnal hose of the soul
Shaking itself free
Of the bonds of dharma
We lived in black dreams
Made of stitches we could not find
Sucking us in
Making everything an underworld
With fists of laughter
Revolving around phantom satellites
As the beast looks into us
Doubled barreled
In barbed plumes
An insatiable itch
Cool as chaos

It changed the whole

It changed the whole

I.
I looked up
The first gulp
Stopped by the moment
Walking into the glimpse
Page after page of realization
You have been living with a lie
A stone around your neck
Dragging you down
Your legs are the roots of trees
Planted in the soil of terror
A soul that you never had the taste for
Words are meaningless to the axe
Let us talk about your crazy eyes
Too long in the branches
Close to the boundary
The most enchanting

II.
The human spore
Of value
Of dignity
Of light
The cold fabric of life
A dirty mouth
Choking and hissing tongue
Marked by the loss
A forlorn island
Accepting the eviction
The odious sense of sacrifice
Screwed in another direction
Trampled upon
A great big hole
We fall into
And are reduced to ashes
The soil of complete
Layer upon layer
Saluted relics
To have being
Standing in a trance
A strange moving substance
The old dream

III.
Vague at the edges
A peculiar metamorphosis
Crumbling on my hands
Dying comfortably
Deserted them
Through the rites
An absolute stranger
Moving on to new battles
As the world moves
Slightly bent at an angle
That lets only a fraction in
Chewed alive and digested
As flesh and blood
Reshaped by the spirit
Penetrated through, endowed
Everything out of place
The deeper I burrow into the evolution
Like a pushed worm
A warm human pressure
Like a tornado
With big blue eyes

IV.
I am desolate
Most horrible anguish
Like a maniac
Through a hole
Incredible and monstrous
It seems so natural
To be howling inside
The wolf within
Chewing on the carcass
It totters and careens
I am in the dream once again
Pleasurable and maddening
Muttering to myself
Now till doomsday
Mangled and torn apart
Kill them all
The stars shine
And everybody suffers
Twisted and formed by human hands
We wander forlorn and desperate
Seeking the body
Drifting with the current
Born out of a wound
A ghost in their midst
In the void

Dropping Shooting Stars

Dropping Shooting Stars

They leave you seared
A smolder of pure joy
The best of all
Gored and dethroned
We shall shed jubilant
Dragging us down again
Dead to the world
Love is no more
You have forgotten how
Waiting for the light to go out
Adrift somewhere in the night sky
We call this death
A bitter taste
Immortalized and burning
The dead planet still spins
It’s heart still set on pretending
A revolving wasteland
We call this home
It’s all we know
All we cherish
The little god on our altars
She speaks of another life
A museum of what has been
Dancing with the skeleton
He speaks the words
You want to hear
Utter and immediate
The terrain of meaning
A crowded ghostly recollection
Naked and standing
On the precipice of history
They steal the body
And prostitute the mind

Unroll the world

Unroll the world

It goes on forever
Like a hallway to heaven
Lying in the cabbage patch
Legs spread wide open
As the sea is deep
Trapped in a shallow line
Flay the living hide
Down on the alter
Taking on the holy ghost
And all comers
Both holy and profane
Digging for the other side
Praying for the spark
That ignites the groove
Cal you feel me?
I am alive
I am brave enough
To be me
To be free
Sitting on my lap
With the consciousness of Buddha
Not disturbed by the twilight
The growing darkness
A emptiness that swallows it all
The honeymoon of flesh
Her feet no touching the ground
Sometimes in the twinkling
A corpse piled up
One after another
Over and over again
Choose not to look away
Embrace the circle
The hole and the dirt
Both are love and peace
Pry it open
Make a path
Build your fire on the hilltop
Cry for the birth
Rage for the dying stars
The light that was never born
Nothing left but stench
The world falling apart
On the shadow of memory
We all hang from the wire
Demanding resolution
But, the hangman never comes
Never brings the hope
A reaper and binder
The flush of dawn
And the zeal of industry
There is no more
Nothing left to burn
Where are my matches?

Buried in my grave

Buried in my grave

Wondering how to behave
Sit in the flickering light
Knocking me down
Burning ledge of crazy
Long grave faces
Some outside force
Peering into my heart
Dashing out intense
Turn me around
Blood running down
Fell on the moan
Sneaked out lifting
There in the front door
Like a pack of wolves
The same thing against
Ugly looking brandished
Fell all over
Getting out of the place
Standing in the iron trenches
Beaten gobbling goat
Taking the steam out
An exchange of how
Tough and invincible
Run away and picked

Chasing down your demons

Chasing down your demons

Excellent rumors
I have never seen
That color
A blue from a dream
It was gray and mystical
I stared at her lips
For an eternity
Oh shit!
She’s not breathing!
That’s the color of death
On her perfect lips
What have we done?
It was too perfect
To be like this
To be in hell
As I attempt cpr
Pushing on your chest
A lifeless doll
No resistance
To my touch
Deleted from the list
Of life

Molly’s favorite piece of shit

Molly’s favorite piece of shit

Succeed by face and tongue
In these hostile times
A lifting wind
Sexual as a corkscrew
All human events
Not the first time
Sardines for the poor
In a different light
Climb up your tree
And grow
Walk into footprints
On the somber path
Choose your moment well
Be sure to take pictures
Being ripped apart
By savage words
Of struggling poets
Mine is bigger than yours
See how many comments
There is not enough room
To hold the kudos
All the memory is used up
Someday, they will erect monuments
Of tinfoil
And bubblegum
To mark the grave
Where the great poet lays
He was molly’s favorite

the teeth marks of absurd reality

The teeth marks of absurd reality

Bend them up
And wonder
About the trim of things
My good friend
Soar into wonder
A SURPRISING MERIMENT
ROLLED AWAY AND GROWLED
MISSED THE TWIN CASTANETS
STAPLE UP THE ADORATION
CRUSH THE SERPENT
LEARN TO ENTWINE
THERE ARE NO GOOD REASONS
ONLY REASONS
PICK ONE
ONLY ONE
AND RUN WIT IT
THE TRUMPET AND COLOR
THEY FIGHT OVER YOU
Immortal as the land
Among the fissures
Roll on
Too soon
And wonder some more

Automatic personification in this age of despair

Automatic personification in this age of despair

The way you said futility
Taking the edge off appetite
Sitting in the gloom
In space like the stars
To fall through
Warm human delirium
With no roof above
The writing on the wall
Thoughts enter from unknown places
Strange places that birth evil
Rendering the soul
With a shattered calm
Before the flood of travail
The dream of cavemen
The illusion of force
Both perfect and repulsive
Intended to dazzle
A splendiferous impersonation
The chink of percolating dome
Its all vagrant hemispheres
Motionless and unmotivated
Eaten away by jackknife show
Life is merchandise

Alone Pulled Upwards and tied with a rope

Alone Pulled Upwards and tied with a rope

Heaven is a disease of circles
A force of pocket charms
Plywood palms push on
Your steps fall asleep
Frozen close behind
Fixed before the cold
Dazed with smiles
A haunting smile
Hanging, pinned and twisted
Power is ticking in slow motion
Counting the tocks
Putting them in order
The coffin is chirping and sullen
Burn the shit down
Safe within your failure
You keep all of the clippings
Fiddling with muddied say
These bones interpret
What you cannot say
You have to rub them the right way
She holds up the camera
And snaps a picture
As she sits atop the rocking horse
Eating pop rocks
Under the space needle
Yesterday was bag simple
Flushing a pound of Mary
No one expects you to survive
Especially me

crushes between two rocks

crushes between two rocks

each kiss
is another goodbye
as you walk through green cracks
magnified underneath tomorrow
a soul breaks folded
you triggered and rage
as unique as dumped beat
feeling the sway
of drug addicts and dreamers
pretending to be Papillond
and found dignity waned
they have their reason
for their sense of peace
the point of one
is always on favored lips
torn from dignity’s large
you search within your own hemisphere
as strong as unleash
you exhale the terms of unlearning
sucking on this secret pain
trapped under raspy reason
a super hero of grace
mattered with love
buried in the bullet shed
the sly movement of whiskey
is your only friend

Infinity

Infinity

The hungry hate
Never ever sleeps
Around the gates of nevermore
As the past comes around
And grabs you
Throws you down
Onto the floor
With the morning’s trash
Staring through alien eyes
That you bought on the corner market
From the guy with the little twitch
He’s working on a stitch in time
The race between the angel and devil
A sack of virtue in your hand
It spills out and leaves you
Try to close the door
And keep it all in
Safe and sound
My very special one
Loves to sleep the day away
Just like in the movies
Cocktails and cigarettes
I wish you would stay
If you want
I know I never said it before
But, I’m saying it now
Spend the night, once more
Before they close the door
And chase all the cockroaches away
To their homes and children
Bragging about their day
Braving the cold winter
Pushing and shoving
Breaking the seal
Letting all the demons out
Upstairs in a lonely room
With only a space heater
Keeping the blues away
With a bottle of Kessler’s
Listening to infinity’s call

tangled web

Tangled Web

tasting the feedback
from the back row
random messages
from outer space
a picture of repetition
the wires need reconnection
as the electricity scans the horizon
there is more to your theory
than is contained in capacitors and transistors
for some, we pull the plastic away
others, we burn with fire
their eyes are inductive
gathering data
analyzing and making inferences
all essences dissolve
into a jumble of categories
what to leave in and what to leave out
they are cross all borders
removing barriers
their curiosities flow
out in digital transmits
flattened by throttled leviathans
the bleak gather at the diode
stroking their hard nipples
removing the cultish hysteria
WOUNDED, THEY STILL CARRY US
OPENING TO WINTER’S SNOW

finite and moving

finite and moving

thick bargain
out of mind, with no purpose
straighten her good deeds
hard behind
lagging

misfortunate skin welding
in golden burned
to death, to sunshine, to paper
smart to heart
and loud chest

with removed evenings
a song and no home
nervously strikes the match
splattered darkly crawl
we cannot count the steps
as you run from the brutish

the words of many
enliven the mighty
only a touch of false
the ground, her anger, her country
how noisy is the crowd

held fast to one place
the doctor dreams
a story on a piece of scrap
light and bitter pay
a mortal fool
a son’s birth

hotel hotel

Heartbreak Hotel

I once stayed at your heartbreak hotel,
drinking vodka martinis and
listening to the hum of the highway.
The tires sing of Romance in one horse towns,
Where Barney carries one bullet in his pocket,
and fumbles with the heartstrings,
of the waitress at the dinner.
The special is always meatloaf,
letting your freak flag fly,
every Thursday during happy hour,
the madman attempting karaoke.
Like the Godzilla worshipping businessman,
who clips coupons from the Sunday paper,
and pretends that he is Gary Cooper.
We all bite into the foreign object,
hiding in the cheeseburger,
between the slices of pickle.
You practice your special moves,
the ones you learned from Scooby Doo,
two jars of jalapenos,
one at a time.

i see

I See
I can see the future in a dead man’s eyes.
Reflection of the flame wrapping up the world.
Wind your music box and be sure of your words.
No one walks with me as tomorrow cries.
Long gone laughter still haunts me.
The book’s pages scattered on the floor.
Something I can’t explain, heaven out of hell.
Your veiled smile changes the way.
You and I are dear lost souls.
Caught in the witch’s spell, we will never tell.
The dust of friends collected on the shelf.
Facing the sky and never wonder why.
There so much more than we can feel.
Grass between my toes and the wind in your hair.
I refuse to take you by the hand and lead you through the maze.
There is a plague upon your mind, it’s name is conformity.
There is no promised land, all the sheep are slaughtered.
These marks last forever, we cannot trade them away.

© Deep Piercing Cut 2008

distance

Distance
I
We accept the distance,
it has feet,
and we use it,
full bodied and stout.
Something that opens,
and swallows everything,
hopes and desires,
hanging on the clothesline.
The fresh wind,
filling in the spaces,
a white flag waves,
you follow up and over.
Blue creaks along,
a barren conclusion,
she tips the point,
red willing streaks.
Chasing each other,
with cut-out lives,
peel and stick,
dull serrated edge.
Her bad attitude,
curled up on the couch,
soaking in the sun,
always unforgiving.

II

I told my secrets,
to the mountain,
reading Kama Sutra,
an enchanting mix.
A household name,
rolling over the stone,
the queen of swords,
justice is her aim.
She seduces me,
with her stolen words,
waving a tortured finger,
petulant trust.
Her thrust out boldness,
as snappish and sulky,
potatoes on the boil,
thrashing in the broth.
finds mystical connections,
in crossword puzzles,
an irascible prophetic email,
read between puffs of smoke.
The words of god,
drift in the window,
on the laughter of angels,
revelation exposed.
Her trust is in trinkets,
tingle against her throat,
so vivid and real,
a causal sensation.
You thrill me,
as reality escapes,
through swollen fingers,
and silent tongues.
Poised for adventure,
with her glass of sherry,
a stain upon her lips,
she tells your secrets.
She packs her pistol,
in yellow taffeta,
with an impish grin,
full metal jacket.
You stimulate my,
pleasures and rewards,
necessary side effects,
my motivated tool.

III
You had to be the invisible one,
I saw you had your spurs on,
emotions out of control,
once more we dance.
Tearing down the foundations,
of your perfect commercialized life,
selling you pre-packaged beliefs,
my favorite freak.
Watch the rising flame,
burn it all down,
spreading across,
from me to you.
The tiger trusts no one,
new levels of shit,
war in the streets,
death is no surprise.
More is less,
the gurus chant,
save your pennies,
throw away your faith.
There is no end,
to your nightmare,
your American dream,
not manifest destiny.
This is not your constitution,
no one died for your freedom,
save yourself and not the whales,
keep on believing.
Good trousers for my birthday,
a trashy kind of vodka,
you say you understand,
when I leave in the middle.

© Deep Piercing Cut 2008

Broken Symmetry

Broken Symmetry
How it flows
this special unction
to the feet
of barbarians.
It flew for me
really it did
I put my trust
in your disbelief.
Turned on its head
we digest the details
strange karmic horror
after the opaque.
The liquid drips
out of telepathic holes
you see the Madonna
through bloodshot eyes.
We have to move
to make room
for the Banana Republic
their sales are phenomenal.

The future is uncertain
there are too many variables
to control for alternative explanations.
See how they run
from the heels of destruction
spinning tales of crazy love
broken symmetry.
You seek to find
a strange equality
in all things
both big and small.
You are responsible
for seeding the excess
the abundance of happiness
over the madness.
We play Chinese checkers
and smoke big fat joints
dreaming of Atlanta
and the summer Olympics.

I wrestle with the uncertainty
the random digits of distress
that shake the foundations
of my beliefs.
Kuhn would call it a revolution
and Ockham would see a razor
in the ink spots.
We travel to the ancient city
and watch the daughters
of merchants
bend time.
I look behind the stage
for the strings
and find none.
How strange?

© Deep Piercing Cut 2008

Boiled Tomatoes

Boiled Tomatoes
I will keep you in my prayers,
practicing German,
long formalized lines,
hoarding your perfect smile.
You ignore the words,
of the prophets,
mumbling something,
about the reformation.
The cream swirls around,
in your coffee cup,
a slow mixture,
of ideas.
You contemplate suicide,
while I think of tomatoes,
how the skin comes off,
when boiled.
She speaks to,
blindfolded Masons,
it’s always some conspiracy,
with fork in hand.
She is frightened inside,
hanging on her cross,
crucified by ignorance,
and captivated by the deception.
It pulls on invisible strings,
the direction is unknown,
a finite dream,
that wraps us in its cocoon.
You describe this feeling,
no comfort in the hope,
so sad and tender,
touching on the old form.
Blindfolded by stupidity,
to die alone,
staring back at the tragedy,
no more kind hearts.
Deep within you,
this strumming chord,
eludes us more,
this a greater fear.
The high price of promise,
a way of turning,
from green to red,
scarves on your head.
The direction outside,
a cold view,
frosts my spectacles,
such a terrible cost.
I am angered,
by the future’s demands,
a true American,
such words.

© Deep Piercing Cut 2008

Conceit

Conceit
We are unearthed
heavy wooden doors
the warp
whooshes out.
I am thankful
for little blessings
the strength to climb
in opposite directions.
Dying daily
in forgiving arms
my sins uncovered
by the evil of your love.
She holds her candle
against the darkness
and shouts conceit!
Flows in and around
un-puttied windows
the cracks in my soul
comfortable in my place.
I hide with farmers
in Plato’s cave
we watch the beautiful shadows
and dream of freedom.

© Deep Piercing Cut 2008

soil

Soil
The worms multiply
in the rain
with bare hands
scrapes into the basket.
The mud is resistant
it has no feelings
no cares about the day
it only resists.
The world is broken
we turn our backs
on the mud
that flows into our lives.
There is more fluidity
than the gods have foretold
they won’t let me
scavenge for usefulness.
The dirt gets inside me
feeling ungodly and foolish
we cover with soil
this embarrassment.

Standing alone
under the gunship
the bullets wiz by
I run in terror.
This not my war
not my politics
still they shoot at me
and I continue to run.
We bury the dead
amidst the wreckage
of our lives
bullet riddled and burnt.
We walk through
the dead forest
trees are fallen soldiers
black and ash.
We prepare for the shock
of the future
the wolf is at our heels
snatch away the new day.

Total devastation
the rockets roar above
my head
deadly with accuracy.
There is no prejudice
in their aim
they kill all
in their path.
This is why we run
and dig holes in the mud
we cover our heads
and hide.
Waiting for death to come
and snatch us
from the living
and the grieving.
We have lost so much
the loosing becomes easy
it becomes a pattern
of our life
and death.

© Deep Piercing Cut 2008

Ride in My Car

Ride in My Car
She’s alive and in my car
the distance between us
is concrete
it is a solid state
like a lump in the throat.
Last night was difficult
calling her a whore
didn’t help
it never does.
My anger is always
displaced
never hit the true target
never search for the source
the real cause.
Our lives have become
a downward spiral
we are lost
and out of control.
There is no incentive
to continue on
we both want to forget
the past we used to share.
We are done
you and I
broken on the rocks of life.
The little things grow
between the cracks
and slowly pull apart.
It’s so small and gradual
we didn’t notice it
day by day
until it reached a point
of no return.
We have fallen together
in the abyss
and the beast
has torn us apart.
My love no longer lives
my heart no longer feels
this taste in my mouth is death.
Death is my only comfort
the death of a life
that we once knew
and shared
and enjoyed.
But that is all gone now
the distance has grown
too much.
I no longer can leap
to the other side
where you are.
It is beyond my ability
I no longer feel the strength
that we once shared.
Now there is only weakness
and despair
regret for what was.

© Deep Piercing Cut 2008

cheat

Cheat
We flounder with purpose,
clanging against the metal,
a side for hunger,
today once more.
You whisper tyrannical spell,
a depth beyond,
no measure of trust,
mismatched wonder.
Feel the hard stone,
against your freedom,
Yorkshire honey pies,
he comes a running.
Well said, well done,
I label you and,
you label me,
do what you must.
The rope swings higher,
secure is the step,
that climbs up reason,
cheating death.

© Deep Piercing Cut 2008

Impulse

Impulse
Satisfying the impulse,
so quiet, not frothy mouthed,
a buttoned up shirt,
victims in the cellar.
One with the pitched roof,
pull the tiger’s tail,
look deep into her eyes,
all lost souls.
She shakes us out,
suggests that we look,
at the deviant,
the last morning.
A brutal exposed fetish,
concrete pillars,
with lashings about,
people floating.
She makes a primal appeal,
flesh and bone,
with practical constraint,
a sleepy town.
Disrupt the truth,
and disengage the senses,
we march on and on,
brazen blood-drenched drama.
She examines the decay,
a crumbled desire,
shivering on the floor,
a monochrome joke.
She serves up a visual feast,
not for the untrained eye,
the lure of too much evidence,
gaping with eager jaw.
Seeing in a different light,
always reinventing something,
hands never at rest,
a classic renaissance line.

© Deep Piercing Cut 2008

Algorithmic Voodoo

Algorithmic Voodoo
Subverting the hard edge,
being on the once cursed,
to be inhuman,
through the dark night.
Their cries unheard,
cutting through the fog,
we all get out and push,
debriefed by the suits.
Asking for your spare change,
peacocks screaming in the dark,
speaks in a low rumble,
doing almost anything.
It’s a real breakthrough,
walking around and shaking hands,
being a real citizen,
we are starting from scratch.
Some things are better left unsaid,
out here on the trail,
coyotes hide in the bushes,
you draw a ragged line.
Escaped from her cage,
craving flesh,
a formidable appetite,
beneath her nails.
I have seen this in a dream,
they are all crazy bastards,
it’s nice that you have a story,
to share at the meeting.
The coffee is cold,
and the cigarettes,
reek of conspiracy,
packaged neatly in 12 steps.

© Deep Piercing Cut 2008

Blurred Saliva

Blurred Saliva
Proving nothing,
a subtle persuasion,
bring forth the sin,
working vice and virtue.
She demands a pound of flesh,
crafts the surface and symbol,
goes deep beneath and beyond,
still more than before.
Fearful waking dream,
coughing up her last,
customer and cucumber,
they all seem the same.
Blessed blurred virgin,
stretched out on the pipes,
bottle still in hand,
spitting out the venom.
Celebrate mumbling masses,
endless mundane shuffle,
crank the organ grinder,
she loves her monkey.
Enough love for us all,
she within her heart,
feeds us orphans,
a bowl of cold milk.
She reads in moonlight,
the history of genocide,
inherited Social Darwinism,

© Deep Piercing Cut 2008

Next Whiskey Bar

Next Whiskey Bar
You left me wounded by the roadside,
taillights and magic in the air,
the night bites me back,
gnawing at my civilized self.
Your honesty is killing me,
as I bleed out into the dust,
real means a whole in my heart,
the home you abandoned.
You didn’t want to hear the truth,
order is the path of the hopeless,
no more revolution in your eyes,
suck the green from the dollar.
My crimes were compassion,
remembering your shape,
reverting to the same old plan,
words of hopeless danger.
I touched you with my fire,
a brand upon your soul,
took you to the edge,
showed you how to fly.
Sister blue sky,
with your diamonds,
they sparkle and cry,
crawling to oblivion.
I empty out the silence,
forgetfulness and pleasures,
rolling up the obscurity,
moving on again.

© Deep Piercing Cut 2008

Suicide

Suicide
I thought of killing myself today
got my gun from the closet
I hide it way in the back
under old shoes, shirts, and other shit
meaningless stuff that gathers dust.

I pulled it out and looked at it
all shiny and clean
it’s a symbol of something
what?
I forget …

I look around the house
searching for my bullets
remembering a routine from Cheech & Chong
where else, up his nose!

I find one in a coffee cup
filled with pens and pencils
and other more meaningless shit

like a stir from a bar
the night we met.

The bullet is jacketed
works best in an automatic
roll it a round in my hand
smooth and cold to the touch
such deadly precision.

You’ve got to admire the bastard
the workman
who invented such an efficient machine
I wonder if he ever thought
of using it in such manner?

I eject the clip
and insert the bullet
slam the clip back in the handle
click, click, clack
the sound of determination.

Cock the gun
and hold it to my temple

and I wait …

and I think for a minute …

What should I do?

Are things really this bad?

Would anyone miss me if I were gone?

Would anyone care?
Would anyone cry?

Would I be missed?

I gather up my resolve
and I press the metal had against my flesh
one more time
a strained look is on my face
I am oh so determined
to do myself in.

But, then I stop
I put the gun down
by my side
and I tell myself
no, not this time
not right now
maybe latter.

There is always later …


A flood of guilt washes over me
and I eject the clip
and remove the bullet
place it back in the cup
rushing down the hall
to place the gun back in the case
and hide it under all that stuff

A sigh of relief
not this time
maybe tomorrow
for sure later …

© Deep Piercing Cut 2008