offered us everything
cold spy with Detroit needle
hanging out with the final dolphin
the pages have all been turned
it is time to live those words
stop believing in silly putty slogans
it is ok to ask the hard questions
there should be answers in every world
no ufo museum sex scenes
no slaughter house confessions
take your finger off the trigger
look around you
see the light coming in through the window
this is hope whispering in your ear
there is more than your final solution
let the spirit move you
in a new direction
new feet, new fingers, new toes
put more fuel in the generator
turn up the lights so we can see in the kitchen
like a four legged evolution
supply and demand want more
attach that bullseye to the television screen
wipe the milk from your hands
curious about time
in your deathbed
Friday, January 18, 2013
fading like the wicker
I am rejecting everything
tossing handfuls out the windows
they have sewn me up
with old stitches
I am dissolving
fading like the wicker
into the other me
you have never met me before
although you think you know me well
I have stepped out of the supposed to be
into the empty and artificial
they remind me of your touch
your words that melt like wax
burning like a butler
stumbling down the street
twenty dollars at a time
you wake up in your mailbox
thinking the truth is a hoax
the way you worked me with your promises
down trusted avenues
with broken glass
broken dreams
counterfeit is my broken lip
my hands caked from hardship
to slice with a new betrayal
Willie is sawing the legs off the old dog
the bank forecloses on your love
you missed your payments
and now you are straining your god
through an old newspapar
close the door
turn out the lights
whimsical laugh
the night they drove old dixie
I sold your revolution
in the streets of Dubuque
telling the soldiers to take up arms
prepare the way
make wide the road
lay down the palms
sing sweet songs
tonight we sleep in a hollow tree
another process to be a part of
another way to see the world
to walk in the vision
combining the easy and the hard
as you spin the wheel
wondering where you left your hope
tossing handfuls out the windows
they have sewn me up
with old stitches
I am dissolving
fading like the wicker
into the other me
you have never met me before
although you think you know me well
I have stepped out of the supposed to be
into the empty and artificial
they remind me of your touch
your words that melt like wax
burning like a butler
stumbling down the street
twenty dollars at a time
you wake up in your mailbox
thinking the truth is a hoax
the way you worked me with your promises
down trusted avenues
with broken glass
broken dreams
counterfeit is my broken lip
my hands caked from hardship
to slice with a new betrayal
Willie is sawing the legs off the old dog
the bank forecloses on your love
you missed your payments
and now you are straining your god
through an old newspapar
close the door
turn out the lights
whimsical laugh
the night they drove old dixie
I sold your revolution
in the streets of Dubuque
telling the soldiers to take up arms
prepare the way
make wide the road
lay down the palms
sing sweet songs
tonight we sleep in a hollow tree
another process to be a part of
another way to see the world
to walk in the vision
combining the easy and the hard
as you spin the wheel
wondering where you left your hope
Monday, January 7, 2013
can you recognize
ugly brutes
writing off the margins
turn it down
going to hollywood
die on film
convicts
fucking cars
broken glass everywhere
there are no holes
a big fox
god damn
listen to the pieces of shit
pull over for the cop car
cat and mouse
signals
black and white memories
of the chinese theater
the crowds cheer
at the dirty sidewalk
they want to put your name there
black-hearted authority
very little room to walk on the wire
the ultimate underdog
ugly brutes
writing off the margins
turn it down
going to hollywood
die on film
convicts
fucking cars
broken glass everywhere
there are no holes
a big fox
god damn
listen to the pieces of shit
pull over for the cop car
cat and mouse
signals
black and white memories
of the chinese theater
the crowds cheer
at the dirty sidewalk
they want to put your name there
black-hearted authority
very little room to walk on the wire
the ultimate underdog
Saturday, December 29, 2012
the limitations of the angels
white and creamy bride
situational politics grabbing into the air
killing off the last identity
there is a shovel in the trunk of my car
screaming oh Jesus
the writhe target speaks to the narcotics agent
face is more than mouth
I knew that we could not trust her
charred upon the grill
she had green eyes and ruby lips
always a deadly combination
light headed
tears and teas swell
she claimed that they were only talking about how the vultures
hot and wholesome
can pick the winning lottery numbers
I am warping reality in my vehicle
pipping hot steam
will you play with me and my quotes
a beautiful trigger, do it now
the convenient bomb
drug crazed search, take it
eating another hit of acid
the elder search at the mall
take this gun and make history
I dreamed about you in the papers
you chasing them around the car
a twenty one gun salute
they were there in their green jackets
all of the dents had been hammered out
the one with an eye patch, spoke some words
hired bullshit
empty crust bitten
swollen and thrilled
the limitations of the angels
drunk and crazy
a hole in the ground
nasty jack
whiskey sour and apple pie
the invisible hand
sitting cross-legged
shivering apron
wetness plastic
choking upsurge
my rib
friday night, lotus man
eating the pumpkin woman
thick slices
second slices
watching me drink tea
Walt Disney noises
the neon light doobie
quiet money
hides in the nutritional values
high space and huge slackened roots
dancing Shiva
full moon and inspired meat
cheesy history
it was a timid scheme
laughing gas and exit signs
army saigon
hitched and polite
candy corn
palm out flat
counting the money
flat tortilla
come alive
wound up anxiety
flower power jazz
steaming long
king kong
banging bomb
sad fool
footlong turd
presidential race
monotheistic soliloquy
a national trait of repugnance
insensitivity
situational politics grabbing into the air
killing off the last identity
there is a shovel in the trunk of my car
screaming oh Jesus
the writhe target speaks to the narcotics agent
face is more than mouth
I knew that we could not trust her
charred upon the grill
she had green eyes and ruby lips
always a deadly combination
light headed
tears and teas swell
she claimed that they were only talking about how the vultures
hot and wholesome
can pick the winning lottery numbers
I am warping reality in my vehicle
pipping hot steam
will you play with me and my quotes
a beautiful trigger, do it now
the convenient bomb
drug crazed search, take it
eating another hit of acid
the elder search at the mall
take this gun and make history
I dreamed about you in the papers
you chasing them around the car
a twenty one gun salute
they were there in their green jackets
all of the dents had been hammered out
the one with an eye patch, spoke some words
hired bullshit
empty crust bitten
swollen and thrilled
the limitations of the angels
drunk and crazy
a hole in the ground
nasty jack
whiskey sour and apple pie
the invisible hand
sitting cross-legged
shivering apron
wetness plastic
choking upsurge
my rib
friday night, lotus man
eating the pumpkin woman
thick slices
second slices
watching me drink tea
Walt Disney noises
the neon light doobie
quiet money
hides in the nutritional values
high space and huge slackened roots
dancing Shiva
full moon and inspired meat
cheesy history
it was a timid scheme
laughing gas and exit signs
army saigon
hitched and polite
candy corn
palm out flat
counting the money
flat tortilla
come alive
wound up anxiety
flower power jazz
steaming long
king kong
banging bomb
sad fool
footlong turd
presidential race
monotheistic soliloquy
a national trait of repugnance
insensitivity
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
white rainsuit
a unique device
punish me
with open eyes
Laffayette avenue
the bridge to the other side
where we bought our weed
and made plans of discovery
on the planet
pursued into the garage
get back
auto inspiration
my idea
gray skies implies
on the hill
we roll
left to the dream
american sprouts
lamp shine
the dogs whine
with sharp teeth
they don't know the way
to the promise land
the doctor's house
crowing cocks betrayed
30 silver moons dancing
the music said hello
and welcome
words and bodies
the state police
sourrounded the house
bullhorns and guard dogs
the railroad cop
with his thermos of cold coffee
they could only talk of eternity
punish me
with open eyes
Laffayette avenue
the bridge to the other side
where we bought our weed
and made plans of discovery
on the planet
pursued into the garage
get back
auto inspiration
my idea
gray skies implies
on the hill
we roll
left to the dream
american sprouts
lamp shine
the dogs whine
with sharp teeth
they don't know the way
to the promise land
the doctor's house
crowing cocks betrayed
30 silver moons dancing
the music said hello
and welcome
words and bodies
the state police
sourrounded the house
bullhorns and guard dogs
the railroad cop
with his thermos of cold coffee
they could only talk of eternity
Thursday, December 13, 2012
mountains
these lucid lines
this dream torrent
dream and horror
removed by obligation
needing an old man and his wife
awkward laughter
footsteps
nickel beer and lemonade
becoming the bird
the taste of young flesh
a version of a comic strip
the American dream
fumbling salt shaker
dressing up like chickens
with stolen credit cards
the desert started taking hold
sweeping and holy jesus
your turn to drive
soon enough
it all goes down the drain
tough with one leg
pushing my luck to the outskirts of town
beauty queens and bong hits
some asshole is selling papers
I have seen him before
last night's chicken bones floating around
it was a universal plot that he was selling
a good job in prison
ancient bites
run away with your anger
hide in a hollow tree
nostalgic backs
broken again
this is the way of the world
all shadows interpreted
badly and with reason
tincture of poison
betrayed, waylaid, misanthrope
obscured hands catch the wing
you improvise at every turn
last night in calcutta
awaken the itch
nakedness and desire
run your fingers through my hair
whistles and dog barks
the tranquil dissolves
into the night
trembling belly
willing smile
tonight we are planets
you could dream about lovers
the pain in the kidneys
all too famous for your misery
this imortal love
sticking the morphine
I awake in your dreams again
my effort to move
mountains
this dream torrent
dream and horror
removed by obligation
needing an old man and his wife
awkward laughter
footsteps
nickel beer and lemonade
becoming the bird
the taste of young flesh
a version of a comic strip
the American dream
fumbling salt shaker
dressing up like chickens
with stolen credit cards
the desert started taking hold
sweeping and holy jesus
your turn to drive
soon enough
it all goes down the drain
tough with one leg
pushing my luck to the outskirts of town
beauty queens and bong hits
some asshole is selling papers
I have seen him before
last night's chicken bones floating around
it was a universal plot that he was selling
a good job in prison
ancient bites
run away with your anger
hide in a hollow tree
nostalgic backs
broken again
this is the way of the world
all shadows interpreted
badly and with reason
tincture of poison
betrayed, waylaid, misanthrope
obscured hands catch the wing
you improvise at every turn
last night in calcutta
awaken the itch
nakedness and desire
run your fingers through my hair
whistles and dog barks
the tranquil dissolves
into the night
trembling belly
willing smile
tonight we are planets
you could dream about lovers
the pain in the kidneys
all too famous for your misery
this imortal love
sticking the morphine
I awake in your dreams again
my effort to move
mountains
Thursday, November 29, 2012
wretched mind
undone with forgiveness
the eleventh hand
outside my window
still the bird song
the electric chair,
seated upon my heart
boring the hole
right through
blow away the sawdust
that was me
the dog wagging
gaping mouth full of cops
laser beam Sunday
robot faces, as
we read the paper
you, clipping
snip, snip
toggle bolt
broken zipper
the jar full of coins
a rusty hacksaw blade
and the grand dark
we drink the last of the wine
long red tongue
and the cat paws the door
she wants
inherited peacock
we lie unhanded
unabashed
by the ripples
huddled with the sermons
endless devotions
recite thy anthem
magic wheels
they eat at the heart and soul
telegraphic brain
scrible the words of eternity
beyond images and cheap reproductions
satisfy Hollywood
invisible murder
frail machinery
reading Chicago's magazines
today, we open the door
the police want to search the apartment
abolished street images
nameless skyscrapers
landslide inheritance
another human message
don't tell the neighbors
making plans
fingerprints everywhere
tarot card billionaries
seeing through all the death
the whitewashed room
blurring death
you went out for crackers
brown paper bag menu
green door
knock three times
your shoulders
our pills
an iron hat
that short little nazi
dragging his buttocks
thin brown legs
she was feeling her way
anoher asphalt night
moonbeams
among the bastards
on to Jupiter
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