Thursday, January 26, 2012

No way out

once you're in you're in for good
till the end
songs playing in my mind
she's being a bitch again
cuts me off
lets everyone else in.
Begin again.
Wheels turning
In the gray marble
dark purple skies
hunter green leaves
red sun
white maggots
as big as houses
black beady eyes
snot yellow streams
left to cover sandy ground

Friday, January 20, 2012

and then....

Green monster of moss
laying flat
if they think you're dead
they won't waste their bullets
trying real hard not to breath
not make one move
boots crunch tree limbs
all around
as I lay silent coward
pissing myself and praying to God.
I never wanted to be here
not anyone of us did
but here we were
trying to survive
without rules
kill or be killed
we'll take you home in a bag
if there's enough of you left to carry
tag an arm
tag a leg
enough for the ones at home
to bury a hero.
Keeps me recumbent
hoping for the most
quiet now
danger passed
I rise
feeling like a loser inside
How can I ever smile/cry again?
how can I hold my head up when all is lost?
Is it better to be
alive or dead?
What defines me?
Coward in the green
or a guy just trying to get by?
Rejoin the brothers of the unit
that made it
relief and smiles
pats on the back
but you know
just how low
your fear made you
survival of the fittest?
Or a black mark of treason?
Only God can judge.

4 walls

4 walls coffin
living dead man
deceased breathing in dust
wishing for the sun
never comes
trees sleeping
bowing corpses
canopy of ice
sleet drums a beat
can't dance
when life's slipping away
the slope too high
no reason to be anyway.
Ice sprites
midnight nights
translucent wings
call up the spirit of the north
to blow away
wreckage left
by the stone gargoyles
their silent
of no reply.
From another world entombed
ever watching from my room
as yet to see them fly
anywhere but in my mind.
It's all got too serious
just nowhere to run
no more purple skies
no way out
from the day to day
warmth on my skin
submerged in a lake of fire
doing the back stroke
right into hell.

It was a Southern Man

Times were bad
it was a different time
one way to get ur bread
was to stand in line
holes in both my shoes
sweet song
the blues all night long.
God how my heart could sing
Something strange
words through the walls
and the talk down the street
something going down
everybody gotta come and see
In the middle of a train yard
next to a broken down burnt tree
Doors open headlights shining
like eyes in the dark
Grab the bat grab my hat
(aint goin nowhere without that)

walk with care
no tellin what we gonna find
crowd out there
standin around
Alpha lead
point the way
first to tell
make decisions
everything gonna be okay
Van wide open
look inside
potato bags
cut em open
plastic bags inside
Look around
this gift we found
for us
not the government
Talk among decide
lets get this shit out of the cold
back inside
By the fire
a little coal
burning black
a little kerosene
Heavy bags
25 in all
stacked em way up high
Dole em out later
opened the first bag
mixed 2 cups with some flour
cast iron
Snuck just a bite
Motherfucker take flight
dancing free
outside turning in so much win
back to myself
gotta do it again.
No way to keep it at bay
lining up 10 a day
for a moment
gray was yellow
black was white
24 down one left
knock knock knock knock
death is at the door
how will you send them?
when the powder's all gone?
Spider web
tentacles of doom
I will send them four by four
Brother in the street
sister in the alleyway
blow jobs for crack
ass fucks'll get you a cap
lying down in shit
piss in the corner
you're alive.
lay down with the dogs
root with the pigs
nobody gives a fuck anymore.
Smack each other on the back
spit some chew
drink some whiskey
"we got em good"
down in the hood
Niggahs be fucking crazy
roody poos
bad as Jews


All the strings which entangle
all the debris
we try to swim by
left from other crashes
mad dashes
in and outside our lives.
Craters of love
valleys left behind
rivers never forged
we've lived on
when a dove brought the olive branch
head in my hands
Never enough
Waiting for the hammer to fall,
The gods to turn the wheel,
transient all
leaves slowly
caressing streams
jostled by a fallen branch
laid to rest on a muddy pyre
the sounds of zen
trickling in my ears
but I'm deafened by my
desire to consume
desire to control
desire to lay claim
bring the dogs of hell
red flashes
writhing and gnashing of teeth.
want nothing;
always satisfied;
expect nothing;
never surprised.
Now residing with all this you
no idea what to do
you battered down the door
but I still hide
behind voices
side step degrees
and soul
yet not me.

Tuesday, January 17, 2012


Might as well accept
what I am
screaming banshee in the night
mug shot
deserving of fate
to fuck me in the ass
and run
motherfucking run.
Thinking of my love
so sweet and welcoming
two fisted-fuck
bye bye brain.
Stood by me through all the bullshit
no drama
I'm outside looking in always
reporting what I see
"Captain the ship is run aground
deployment at an all time high"
Shits gonna hit the fan
in a quiet way
in a stealth way
We saw it coming
at a loss to help
news at 11.
Smile and buy
baby it's all right.
We fucked like animals
happy in our slime
saw you come undone
pus and blood
breaking apart
oozing from your face
replaced by a smiling swine
ninety nine
mother fucking balloons.
The wheat waves under a bright sun
gleaming yellow browns
the smell of straw dogs
brings the hammer
the scycle
muddy boots
lost coats
Safe public owned companies
put the needle in your arm
one stop brain support
builds their toilets of gold
the water the safest place to be.
Move the ships in
coordinate Sparta
no way out.
When there's no way in.
The channel is narrow
the mountain is high.
Ground work is set
so soon
Brother can you spare a quarter?
Do you think the lion sleeps?
Waiting to pounce
complete and utter change.

Saturday, January 14, 2012


Water falls in the basement
flowing like the piss of a whore
babylon is calling
in the dark for three hours
my demon came
showing me the way
the will
Eye will.
chess match in heaven
Thumblina mockery
Yoga and sex
can't relate when
red doors turn black
and the wolf
breathes down my neck
watching my every move.
Let me carry you on
my back
across the stream
when you decide
to be
what you are
I won't fault you
when you bite.
The offering you bring
only eases
your suffering
when it's gone
the sun still shines
that light

Thursday, January 12, 2012


Keep it in reserve
the little places i hide
where everything's right
and there's no
reason to be

Thursday, January 5, 2012

I'll be there in 30 minutes

Others like me
walking down a city street
pick them out
watching the card stand
faggots never make it
it's just a legend.
Angels, aliens,
gods, and trolls
the big eye sees them all
men in masks
Che was right?
Up for debate.
Hey! There's the messiah
come back to raise the dead
heralded by the three
the devil
and me.
Black angel.
A single key
to a mathematical equation
explaining everything
11 dimensions of doom
Behind the black door
embellished with the ones who came before
cut through with swords and spikes
yawning their dead eyes
opening the bowls of their skulls
to let the crows drink
under a vermillion sky.
Open the gates of hell
while the buddha close their eyes
whatever is
just is
we quietly observe
without judgement
touch the celestine
and radiate light.
The pope is a puppet of the illuminati
what secrets does the Vatican keep
which would make us all better people?
Know what to leave in
know what to leave out
everyone hung out to dry
and turning the money machine.

In the air

You really want to hear?
what's in the air?
Men around tables
deciding the fate
amass the masses
can't let it happen.
Gotta segregate.
Coming together comparing notes
Spain, Russia, the Netherlands
Sweden the Croats
Need to meditate
The snake wraps around the di
cutting off the power of the mob
the mob screams in zero's in ones
must sew the bag shut
drop the kittens in the creek
must not be
mountain tops
the gray man,
the Englishman,
knocks at the red door
the universe lies beyond
the fog runs quickly
out and beyond
We have, we are, we want
"It's the stars we're after."
Calculating the way
We have we are we want.
Funny money isn't as important
as information.
I know I'm bound in
this bubble
a cardboard box
just walls
like any other wall
meant to climb over.
The means
the frequency
in every home
Betty Mother fucking crocker.
There's laughter in the sand
you rage you lose
I fuckin rage
Mabel when you get your cable
make sure you wear your tin hat
schizophrenic rantings
of a powerless


I can't believe
just to relieve
Would put myself through this
for elation
which comes
changing colors just to suit
everyone but myself.
When will I learn?
What does it mean?
You were drunk, I was drunk
we all started talking about love and junk
and how it all came to be
me loving you, you loving me.
Don't even know what love means
See it in my mind
Slyvia in Spain
together writing living
ended all the same
nothing but pain.
fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
slowly steadily
eases into familiarity
as it goes down
no common ground
to keep us together.
why even start
embrace the spark?
There's nothing in the end
a roommate, a friend.
Just to relieve a little pressure.

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

White cotton panties

So white and fresh
the crow with red eyes
flies through my mind
says, "kill them all"
I have come to be
in the conjunction of three
where all points meet
and "I stand before you now
in your hour of need."
Suits with pens
suits with papers
suits with nothing to be
but money trees
and a struggle to be
no matter what the cost.
Want the change
the order
first breath to the last
was there something you forgot?
to remember?
Me too
but slowly I remember
the sword falls
the whispers of smiley faces
in a prison of more
than conformity
wipe away their faces
replace them with your face
just because you're in charge.
7 million
magic number
in a sea of yellow
storms one purple man
I hear you wanna go
get on the train
one by one
to the promised land.