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.