just call me lucky #2

a.
out stars, come and see my dimness
collecting the kings
fallen road, wall shadows
is it you?

falling onto the floor
pop, pop, pop
we have the fear
it is our only chance

Paris Rose,
might I see you again?
a simple pain, a legacy
a sponge in the dishpan
you limped around the moon

collecting the honey
a secret heart thinks
of secret things
being caught off-guard
no despair
only chance

a pinched smile
blinking at new faces
they appear out of nowhere
a little tougher
with murder
and a toothache
demanding a blood transfusion

unconscious oxygen
breaking glass under blue skies
a feathered hunger on the cheek
vanished jaw grinning
my body rubbed metal
bleeding snub-nosed
nerves and guts

up close before
on the empty dawn
giving less of a shit
a next world rag-tag bully
stumps and logs
this one is a problem
maintain your powder
someone will always jump on it

keep checking
come on baby
stop holding your breath
stop thinking of nothing
I am beginning to disappear
the snake runs through my belly
see the scar
a high traffic area
climbing up the brick
leaving on the next bus

b.
Jackson wants to know about perfection
he is smashing another system
as he dances
more than big enough
violent currents
impacting
with my ticket in my hand


he is sleeping with laughing gas
for my birthday
two dead and counting
coming loose and hitting my head
only help from the dead
waiting with hollow eyes
thinking of the altar
I burn my fire
with a sack on my back
I could never see what was behind me


sipping the dark
as I sneak away
covered footprints
my disguise a smile
countryside graveyard and the bliss
the stillness
come to me my sweet
backward through the avenues
giving the landlady her money
a toothless grin
posterity evades the question


Harpo dropped out of the sky
he did a little dance on the page
I waited like a banshee touching the moon
and then smash, bang, clang
he used to worship beautiful girls
drunk, trembling, and happy
waving in all directions
naked scratch, slow hangups
are you thinking of me?
I am under your power
coming out cheerful for breakfast


plucking grass, the wail, the babe
a battle ship left to rust in the harbor
high on entitlement
feeling my bones
as if for the first time
I walk with my eyes closed
yet my fingers are still
more than frost
more than  clear winter moon
a promise not to kill

we all realize that we suffer
weeping for another dream
when the cobwebs have left our mind
we buy and seel the pieces of worship
they are worn, but still work
still can bleed under a cloud
learning the madness