Kanye Listening to Kanye in his own Home

And if it's one thing written in wisdom
Were there three things following,
Or only that familiar sense of emptiness?
A tinny sensation as I bite the bit,
All bytes and bits, the tinniest little mess.

The whole world will be blessed,
I never wish, I don't pretend,
Live on a razor and feel the edge.
I can feel my face and fingers,
I can see the flavor of the season.

Salsa--and the art of the freshness, or,
The secret of life and everything,
May everyone of my words ring true
And glow like burning coal.
Every page like it was written in my soul,

From me to me,
For you or you,

I'm tangling in greys and greens,
Let the moss grow slow on the south-side of the trees,
If you need me I'll be in my room,
Watching Aziz.

Let me go, Really, Let me go ( aka Get Your Hands up out my Pockets and Your Nose up out my Window)

I can straight up tell you
I have more skill than nine out of ten.

Between my fingers and thumb
The microphone lives.

The beta-waves drift,
Slowly away.

Tonight,
I am in my zone, my head.

I'm just another writer in a chair,
Now, please, just shoot me,

Put me on a shelf,
I only have one more life left in hell,

So let's get it rolling already,
Let's go,

You know the motto?
No tomorrow,

I'm from Yolo county,
I got a lot of gold to sell.

The Number Twenty Two or 12 and 10

Twin aliens
On a 51-50
Watch me,

I counted 22 crows
Eating
In the muddy field

As I walked home.


Broken promises,
Memories half-true,

Sailing in an ocean
Above the moon.

'Instrument immortal,
Tree of all roots.'

Mother of all visions,
Father of fortune,

All fantastic emanations,
Any illusion,

All truth:
All strings must pull,

Or be pulled.
Different towns,

Same news.
To the tune of the former,

Many new awakening,
One noose,

One neck,
One death, mem

The ocean all around,
Many now drown,

Only thing I know
Is Maya, the soup of existence,

But I count 22 crows
Eating
In a muddy field

As I walk home
And gaze into the distance.

Hex - Harmonic (Coldcut Mix Version)

Just a correalation between the rug,
The Persian rug,

The bug,
And the music.

Meticulous arrangment,
Ambient works,

A careful confusion,
Every fiber of my being screams;

What?
I cannot tell you.

I was going to go
And say something like,

'Every fiber of my being screams,
Isolation,'

But I've forgotten the meaning.
I scream intoxication,

The pulp of my soul-stuff
Is being mashed.

The thing I realize
Is

That every moment is
The thing.

This is it,
Can you see?

I don't try to be the oarsman,
When I can be the lead.

Twins

It's well past 11.

Now,
Resistence,

The communication
Is distraction.

Let's let twelve be inherent,
Step up the view.

How I feel fresh,
I feel new,

Nom de plume?

I'm revitilizing
The language,

Just fucking call me new,
What do you do?

____________________


It was like this:
Remembering the memory.

Red leaves are a visage,
My man,

My name:
Resistence.

The communication with spirit,
Then distraction.

Articulate cornucopia of distance,
Mars' malefic panacea of death,

Each year
New threads,

New trends,
Persona of the poster:

I'm a GHOST,
Entropy.

Noetic poetic steeping in apathy,
I always liked everything,

I mean, 
I always lied about everything.

But on a more serious note,
Wanna haruspicate some poetry?

Yo

The value of a tool
Is

What it does,

What does it do?

I'm an Irishman
Too.

What is illusion,
Who are you,

Who am I,
What is life,

Who is Sky,
Why do we dance

In the sun
And

Laugh?

From A Basement on the Hill

At the end of the hall,
In a basement on the hill,

In a house where no one knows,
That's where you'll find me.

At the end of the hall,
In a house where no one's home,

Bloody smiling, blowing smoke rings alone.
Finely free.

Swim with me,
And we'll escape all the troubles of the present age.

Of once and future kings,
The present fisher-daze,

Once,
And once more

In my hand I held many,
Watch them fall,

As Parsifal,
As the Green Man of Spring.

What does it mean, 'I only dream of death?'
Now shelter me in clarity;

A token of God's gratitude
Or contempt.

Living Alone XXYYXX

I forgot I live here,
I forgot.

If I hear
The footsteps of a stranger

I'm bound to disappear.

The Waxen Pith

It's a dangerous game,
Pull strings it hurts.

Noway...

Joust an only way to say
No sé.

The old-man is raining
Fire in my head

Fire in my hand,
The wind at my back,

Day after day,
When does it stop?

When did it ever begin?
The question:

What haven't we seen?
What don't we do?

This is the thing,
Is the world made of plastic,

Cause that's the way it seems.
Endless dreams,

What do you mind?
If you get exactly what you want

When you want it,
EVERY SINGLE TIME.  

By this we have lived,
There could be a record of a truth behind lies,

Some obscure glimpse into future events,
A better vision of the past, I guess,

Something benificent about a spider
He said,

The leaves of my tea
Are untied.

Lone wolf
ebb flow

one mind,
oh know.

Messire Ennui and The Skeletons of Saladin's (His Little Black Puppets who Grin at the Sky)

This is my depression:
Catharsis,

Dialectic
Profound of ethics,

Err, devoid of ethics,
Premature

Departure,
The voice of the sage.

I'm walking the cat
Crestfallen

All the way.
It's fucking obnoxious.

I loathe going out at times,
Too much de rigueur  

Is bad for my lines.

If I Were to Pick a Flower

If I were to pick a flower
And watch it wither for an hour
And say, 'Dear Melissa, did things turn sour?'
Would that I could and paint my heart,
My art has shown me all I can be,
Not a busy sea or black and white
But my ardent song
For camphor dawns
And renunciation's sky.
My life to a lady
Or my painting of the rocks,
Belladonna, let's move on.
Lithe unlacing course of daunsinge in song,
My threshing floor:
I long for the heart of my one,
And to love and to long for the heart of my one and only,
I want no other!
Indeed, I am sorry.
I never meant to look you over
Or lead you on,
But it's my room 's been torn asunder,
It's my door to the lover.
I cannot be calm by any measure,
No-traction, no-fall.
I'll say the deepest most
Darkest ending alluding to no-thing,
No way, man, sue me,
I'm through inventing,
That cloth never suits me,
I only tare up what I see--
The touch of love is burning,
Now paint a painting with my eyes.
I would die inside this sight,
In every moment let me die!
To see these wind-swept beaches,
To breathe the breath of light.
This song of mine ne'er reaching, tears it up in time,
But how can I be seeking with all this strewn in the way?
Straw hats half peaking, the gig is up, the kite's away!
Let them run around like needy, gypsy, drifter's sons:
All neon and soot and pores and fortunes, Jasmine's trope for better-days.
Dogs dine in violet light they stamp their feet and lull their minds, at least they try,
At least they try!  That's more than you can say for the grind.
The endless shuffle of circus-sands, to circus-stand,
The endless struggle between day and night--
My mind is twilight, thorough, and mingling with the sweat and the grime.
Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled, and each man
Fixed his eyes before his screen, flowed in, to fill,
And out into the street, to where saint Mary was not,
And there were no hours, only the dead at 5 and at 9,
Prime time to parish.  'So many, I had not thought
Death has undone so many,'
And I tremble at the sight.
Saturn can live and let me be,
I'm up tomorrow, no-jest, no-lie.
No blood on my hands will whisper,
No blood on my hands tonight.
All around me men are falling,
Hangers on, drifting, just one more
Song untied.  'I know that I hung
On the windswept tree for nine whole nights,
Wounded with the spear, dedicated to Odin,
My sight to my sight.  None gave me bread,
None brought me drink.  Then low to earth
I looked, I caught up the Word, roaring,
I fainted and fell back.  Logos, a single word,
To a second word led, a single poem, a second found.
A gift demands a gift, and secrets are best told to no one,
But now my spell is sung.'  So do you well and tell no one.

Little Jack's sparrow
Upon the barrow, down
Tomorrow, up in May.
Blesséd be the feather,
Blesséd be the name.
Blesséd be the fetter,
Blesséd be the chains.
And mother Mary won't you whisper?
Mother Mary won't you play?
Co co rico, co co rico
Wave upon wave,
And day upon day,
Shouting down:
'Shock and awe,'
And, 'Oh my god,'
And, 'Oh my damn,'
We might be blessed,
We might be cursed tomorrow.
To Carthage then I came.
Burning. O God,
Burning, you picked me,
Burning
Burning.

Les Fluers du Mal

Skip primroses, skip
The garden.

Evolutionarily
Speaking, Marquis

De Sade is inevitable.
Evil's something

Or nothing,
Everyone smells the stench

No one believes his name,
Sublime

Subtlety,
Everything is the same.

/s

Probably for everybody
This is best too,

I'm sous,
I call him, 'Number 2.'

Rimbaud and his poop.
The city

Behind you,
The city in passing,

The city with no name,
Ethereal city,

Under the grey
Carpet of an Oregon day,

Unreal city, what do you say?
I'm afraid I might

Be a plagiarist.
That is, if you're calling me,

I just make vague statements
And take liberally.

Seriously, I have
Nothing holding me back,

Except if I have no coffee,
That's bad,

This is/isn't crap,
But Rimbaud gets to say poop

And be one of the best poets
Ever, so

I'ma follow suit.
Just call me, 'Number 2.'

This Too

A golden chamber chrysalis,
Valley of my breath,

Chamber of death.
Dérèglement des sens

Means that nothing makes sense.
This preparatory step

Beside the foundation
Of semiotic cohesion.

What is the frame?
What is ten?

I'm Tower.
Trouble, Childe Roland,

My brother, darkness is all I see.
What is the sound of double,

Of one hand giving in?
Cringe-worthy reasons.

Nod your head,
Turn away,

These trumps
Are all I play:

Fate and
The Fool.

Foul wind:
Lasciate ogni speranza, voi ch'entrate.

A festival for the nocturnal,
Desolation wilderness.

Beside the fire
I saw their faces,

I had the lover's kiss,
I saw the others look,

Playful and effervescent,
A golden chariot true,

Then only time exists,
And the passage of it.

Say hello to Wednesday again.
Johnny's Monday,

His words,
My jam.

appeal, appaling (hell is mellow, pell mell fellow)

popeye's chicken in Dixon
the alleyway behind safeway
the late night county line drive
with the green lights dripping
from the dash, lie in the
bed of the truck on your back
feel stuck but stars shine
I feel fucked in the front yard,
helpless I am, I look
back, I stare at the screen's
guise.  Newborns in hell,
no innocence, I am the definition
of what 'different' is, traffic
on I-80, Fairfield to Davis, fucking
crazy, lately why I'm late
no-names but oxy-80's
don't stop the pain, her brain
is batter, pancakes served
on a platter, the silver lined
eyes read 'life's good' but that
is the biggest lie, keeping
in line with the Jonesin while
hiding getting high, pretty
little thing all dressed in white.


May 2014 Corvallis, OR

Six a.m.

Six a.m. and I still can't sleep,
I'm wide awake.

Sometimes I pray,
Waiting, waiting for a brighter day,

Then I think back what I've done,
And I'm right back

Right back where I'm from,
Between a rock and the sun.

Masks of the Illuminati

In all and all's well,
If only one.

Paraffin sails,
Let me be free.

Endless suffering,
W.B.

The mask
Of the man.

I feel sick
Eternally,

The coven
Of the clown

4 cold scowls
Turned over,

The mask
Of the mother.

Eventually,
I will lust,

They say
I got lost,

This one-ton
Whirlwind

Of meaning,
Lost--

Dérèglement des sens et des mot
Wat?

Lust after everything,
Sustenance after thought.

Each end famous,
Each and every name,

I was fresh,
Involved with a clean face,

Sleeves pushed up, chest pumped out,
Puppy-clout.

I was empty,
Traveling around a spool of conditioning.

An un-holy craving, tightening round and round,
I was one with the sound.

Other than all the distraction,
The potted flowers placed along my hallway,

Hark--apparently appearances deceive.
Am I the alder snake

Hiding in the tall grass,
Am I the rose entrusted in a glass case?

Consummate devil in the page,  erase,
Don't look at me.

The one thing I will not say,
Something I will mull long after today,

Descry the sight of the sky turned grey,
Ayin.

Nothing more to say.

Alice

In everything I see myself
In everything and someone else,
A giant's fable hiding somewhere in the sentence,
But besides this, I'd tell hell to spell my witness,
Geld viens acroos his foreheads,
The dying god's final praying.

Salem or sion, whatever,
Whatever prayer.

My eyes on the diamond,
Or in the devil's lair,

Who is the bled one?
The one hiding behind the waterway
Next to the arid waste,
The stone and the waste.
A fourtion.

ALL OF THE WASTE
This one silence.

All hell.

Come on down to where them tracks cross high street
you can watch the whole world go insane
see the lighters hit the rocks in the bushes
like the stars are coming down like rain
here she comes just a skin and bones skeleton
shes food for the crack cocaine
she got a baby living right outside the city
man, she don't even remember his name
well his name is Adolf Hitler, Albert Einstein, Jesse James

All hail, all hail, to the greatest sales
everything in sight's got to be sold
All hail, all hail, its to work or to jail
man they're closing them doors on the world

Laugh if you want to, really is kinda funny
'cause the world is a car and you're the crash test dummy
Look, I know how I spell, this is the fourteenth day
I set sail.

Abort mission.
Mission failed.

This is all that there is.
This is all that I see.

An empire of evil
Grown up around me.

What are the roots that clutch,
Son of man, you cannot see,

This one is in the deepend,
Neither for you or for me.


This one is all
Me,


If the blind will follow
Who's to lead?

A mark of the fold,
The secret shine is gold,

I am a fucking scientist
Err, I mean

I am an artist,
Pretending to be into sciences

Because that's a blurred line.
I don't feel old.

I Sleep on my Back (Cause it's Good for the Spine)

and coffin rehearsals.
I know a psychic who read her own palms
and the findings are personal.
She keeps her fists shut tight
and she sleeps on her side, well,
maybe she knows something I don't know.
But I am still alive, in love and wide eyed in my time,
Not a mummy shrinking in it's cloths.
Your cat clawed out my eyes when I's distracted by your smile,
now my sockets sit like empty catcher's mitts waiting...
and you ask me if there's anybody else that I'm dating

Anna and Nathan
I'm patient

But your painted pony is fading
Lost like a snakeskin in high grass

And out there thrashing like a pet bird caught in a jet stream that's me,
you count them blessing cause your net worth oughta be less cream then your best dreams...

But God put a song on my palm that you can't read:
I'm lucky to be under
this same sky that held
the exhale from your first breath
like a ring on a pillow of clouds.
By you my tongue may stutter
but my gift heart screams clear and swells
to burst between the wrapped lengths
of its bowed ribbon cell...

...and when we say your name our tongues catch flame
and you wonder why we ain't got nothing to say

-Why?, 'Fatalist Palmistry'
 


It's as easy as saying, 'Go get 'em.'
The beginning of the end.

A mile of corpses piled
High on either side of isle 10.

Faint smile, this is my language,
The one I began,

Now rush to distraction,
However it could happen,

What a time to be a kid,
Nine times to get it right,

Or one life to live?
It's not a big loss, if anything happens,

I'm just saying, what a time to live!
Dead roses,

Ceremony of bliss,
Offer me this, ceramic crematorium chrysalis,

Against the endless susurrus of death,
Drowning my innocence,

The wolf and the wick.
Stalker's my whole style, and if I get caught,

I'll deny, deny, deny.

Zzz

I ate oats
Then stared at the ceiling,

It was the evening after all,
I was on the brink of something extra tall,

But I am one man, extra small, lol,
Cut off the tail, here is the head.

Weird things get weirder and
Weirder, I am suddenly

True evil.
Grr.

zzz,
Wat is more real,

The oats or the boredom?
The edge of the pan again, creating

Meaning, this is full discoursing on X,
Whew, cause I don't know what it meant,

What it means or what is the meaning, no one's into reading,
It's all X, the exorbitant priest Melchizedek,

Quack, quack, the sound of a snap,
A branch at my back,

Willing body of reason,
I ate oats,

Then stared at the ceiling,
Empress in the halls again, birch tree leaning,

Proflofigate, perfect fluff
Time after time,

Fluffing in
It,

It in, fluffing it in.

"I Didn't Invent the Wheel, I was the Crooked Spoke Born Adjacent."

There were seven windy windows
With ballerinas spinning, silhouettes on thimbles,

Pirouetting, looking out the windows, and others,
Nine levels beneath them, a man

And all his demons. Giant staples
Dug above his lip and pinned beneath his jawline,

There were held nine nails above him like a halo,
And he held a bell, the bell had

Nine blades that hung down from
The onion shape bell-head, it was rusty black.

My first thought was, he died in every world,
That hoary cripple, to be put here,

In the other-temple, I was scared,
I had no credential, no claim or credence for

My tune, the hell-spokes grew, enveloped
Spires, higher and higher, a spark,

That was the child I knew consumed
By a picture, April isn't the man with the bell,

April isn't cruel. If you do the math this is the
Consummate fool, much too obtuse.

Another Poem

How is it that I am
What I am

When I want
What I want, I want no more.

No less, take a cue,
Stage left,

Get stupid,
Getting ruthless with two

Dreadlocked heads.
The people

All stare,
Hold gasoline and light,

'Let's get the fuck out of here.'
Neon pores through,

This is language,
Not what is written. 

Dust in a glass
Held in fear,

A spinster
Of this,

My dear.

Staring at me.

Mentality

I swear, this lake
Is like a bucket of crabs.

The mentality, you see,
Of a tall poppy,

Or like that dog
In a manger, spiteful

Human beings, why
Should they be

Happy, free, etc,
If I am suffering, rotfl,

I am the crab, I am
Also the sun.

Think of Death as Metamorphosis

Sunder me,
'What?'

Under
Me, sunder

Ing, ice & i
M won

Dering ,
Hari kari da

Ring me, fal
So low.

Live a
Little, learn

A lot, I hop
E. Cos

I'm not.
Cause I am

I cannot co-
Sign, o.

O!, o,o
Hooty hoo.

I'm under u
W, let's

Go hoe
E, i, e, i, oh.

If wishes were fishes
Maybe they'd do the dishes,

But probably not in my life.
I sharpen my spoon,

Drink with my knife,
And call for my fiddler's pipe.

The Sacred Mirror

There was a way between worlds,
He had a way with words,

Measured with every breath,
Hips and elegance, her very doorstep,

Surely I'm sloughing off responsibility,
Trading places for wind,

Pearls to a princess,
Highly unregarded acumen,

Don't you regret it, but the best part comes next,
Dying in the hallways,

By hell or high folly,
I'm either languid or jolly, living in the amphitheaters,

Crushed upon a velvet floor, a
Princess of whirlwinds.

Don't be pretentious, lazy,
Don't you know what slow beast daily?

Don't fucking look at me, I'm orphaned,
I will be, I will be, ... whatever

Holy figurehead half spoken,
Something in the way, hierophant.

Stephen Hero

Posted up,
Like a pair of paraffin dreamers,

We can say what we both see.
One fall,

As I remember,
I didn't care for them anymore,

All of those games in station,
Orbiting graces,

'That's genius,'
I am an American, the distance

Is relative, the space between
Somewhere and here

Observed by a third,
Only then you get perspective,

When they call it a lovers moon,
A satellite.

Le Enfant Terrible

The name is, 'The End,'
Beautiful friend.

Mutual respect,
My darling, the Abyss.

Death is consistent.
Shelter me then,

Before I cross over
The dewy lotus-banks in the distance.

Shelter me then, before I cross over?
Never shelter me again

Before I am eternal,
All the way down, shelter me now,

When dawn's footstep is still bleeding
In this town,

Before I am,
Before I am, I am now, afterwards,

When you get the meaning:
ETERNITY IS NOW.

HURRY UP PLEASE
It's time,

Time for me to be
Different than whatever it is you're thinking,

Time for me to be distant and proud.
Shelter me now,

Before I go down
Into that great night, and even thinking

When I would hear the Devil breathing
In the living-rooms of our mouth,

Faceless as his crown,
One name for every brow,

De Sade is inevitable.  'It is more
Difficult to love God than to believe in him,

On the other hand, it is more difficult for people
To believe in the Devil than to love him,

Sublime subtlety of the Devil,
Everyone smells his stench, no one believes in him.'

The mylar squeaks to me
Like a leather grin,

I'm further ahead,
I can lie like it's nothing:

Everything I have to say
Cannot be said.

Destitute Rabbits in a Cardigan Casket, Ile Fit Thee: My Mother-fucking Mutton Magic, or Many Eggs in Many Baskets, Tucked Away Again Like Bilbo in Between Some Book-ends, No Baggage

I didn't mean
To mean anything,

It's my fault I'm
Too so-so.

Give me
Pounds of suffering,

Wat?  Is this too hostile?
The journey is long,

And there's no jello,
So what, do you enlist,

Or follow the hellos?
Again the same

Existence, duplicity,
How many leagues away

And with what intensity?
Lightning strikes

Twice impossibly,
To talk philosophy,

I always meant to say
Copy me,

Come on,
Come on in and copy me.

I see some buzzards up ahead
In my coffee,

S-e-a-m-n, high art,
This is high art, post-Mephistopheles.

Ulysses

My uncle, Ulysses, is from
El Salvador.

When I was four
He balanced a broom on his forehead to entertain me,

It has since grown over the years,
In my mind,

Into a ladder.
This cemented him as myth in my psyche.

My uncle Ulysses and I are scrambling up a ridge
Near Red Cliffs, Utah.

Among the juniper
And pinyons, the cacti and red-rock, he says

'Noel, it's good to do this for fun, not good
'When you have to run.

'I had to leave my home
'Because of civil war in my country,

'They would kill me, I left everything.'
He had shoes

On his feet,
'There is no shade in the desert,' he said.

He told me how the people in Mexico
Were racist to him,

He was arrested,
At one point, and tells me how they relieved him

Of his possessions; he had nice shoes, but after
He was released

He had to pick shoes
From a pile of all the discarded inmates shoes,

His nowhere to be seen.  The injury to his dignity
Was palpable to me

As I listened to him.
He asks me if there are any poisonous plants here,

Like poison oak or ivy, and I explain we're too far inland,
And too high in elevation,

Echoing my father.
No bears to worry about, there may be a mountain lion

At the apex, some foxes, plenty of rabbits and rodents,
And the desert birds.

To our left,
The Red Cliffs, to our right, the opposite ridge and our camp.

My three aunts are doing yoga together while Ulysses and I
Are exploring.

We shout to them,
We wave, they wave back.  The sunlight reflected off the red peaks,

The light rain dripping on our heads, sagebrush and rabbit scat,
The swish of my pants,

Garden of the sun,
Flower of my world--Leeds Creek curl.

Poem at Lux Central

I would say,
'Rocky Moutain Air,'

But in what is only
A whisper

In my shell,
The ghost I know

All too well, in an
Empty cistern

Wailing, 'Here!'
Follow the voices

In the morning,
Veins rush

In fear.
What is this murmur,

Floating high upon the air,
My sister,

I fell,
Naught can be fleshed out again.

Not to be foul,
Or evil,

But this
Old-man came crashing

Into the room like a Fool.
A staggering

Entranced me,
The stage was set impure,

But flesh and bone containing
That ineffable cure,

Once again,
And once more, a pounce in prevention

Against a pound of manure.
Teeth smiling,

Apostatizing,
Cleanly cut the cords--exhausted,

The essence of a secret source,
Out the door,

Through the floor,
Amazed at the ceiling,

Gazing is appropriate,
Tell me what's 'in,'

So I can be
Gorgeous, or ignorant,

Either/or, I'm a ghost,
Lost hope,

Love is this:
Nope, you make it up

From this point.
Arrow--bow,

Upwards the sun,
Take me out of the corral,

Teach me how to grow,
Fire of old,

Mind of gold,
Approaching the deep-end.

And the voices on the wind
Shouting down again,

Willowing window,
Heh?  Tell me where to go,

Tell me where to go,
If you can,

But I
Already know.

Zeros

Ananta
The endless

Coiled around
Me.

I am
Like a battery,

An unreal squeal
Charging:

Yiiiiii,
Damn, this is fun.

One more line, for
The sun.

'The Scene'

Grumbling at the death
Of a better man,

Time and time again,
I mark how much different I am.

I will just say what is said: nafs,
Gamble with death.

Certainly ahead
In some respects,

Absolutely behind
In others,

But who
Keeps track?

At the performance
Everyone will dance--let it be said,

No one shall pass but them
Who have the key,

Turning in the lock,
Each can relate--let us be free

From expectations--let us all sing,
The tribulation

Is universal,
Do you really think you're that unique?

I stand corrected, as we all
Can see.

Additionally,
I stand correct.  This is the scene

From Austin to Albuquerque, Berkeley
To Eugene,

I'm different,
I said--turn me up, I'm me.

One last question before you leave--
If the blind will follow,

Tell me, who's to lead?
Blinder leading the blinded, indeed.

Veil of Discord

What can be said?
I'm merely exercising the demons,

Over-sized suit and duffel bag,
Guitar in hand,

'Allelujah,
Caught in the crosswind,

No need to recollect,
The Apple

Hit me
Square on the head.

Kallistē to the best of them,
To the rest--

Out of my way,
Let's see what the marketing will bring.

Poem at the Bean

All I can say
Is I'm a deciduous leaf.

I'm an island of the lotus
Eaters, waiting

For the spring.
Dug underneath: a stony bed.

Contemplating all of my sins
In Las Cruces.

The Secret of the Easy Yoke

The easy yoke
Is no secret, although

To some it may appear
To be.  Ansel's

Easel above
The trees, half-dome.

E.T. please, phone home,
This much appears

To be relevant,
This much appears to be true:

Honor your father and be peace,
Honor you mother

'Til she sleeps
Where the cows will graze over her pillow.

I was sitting underneath the willow,
Not lazy,

I am easy,
Not lucky to be free.

It takes hard work,
Less words,

More gleam.
If you only grub for riches

It's like the old raccoon trap,
Something shiny

In a tree,
Hold on tight, can't let go.

No one realizes until it's too late--
A skeleton holding a key!

A skeleton clutching,
Gold, oh no,

It was
All a dream.

Poem at Queens Garden, Bryce Canyon

Parabolic alta-vistic,
A pair of windows to gaze in the distance.

Anuit Coeptis, ever wonder why one
Is more impressive?

Every monument
Is a bit specific: equidistant relative:

Quadrant complicit to time and place,
Mere existence

Is more
Than enough--cherish it. 

Poem at Calf Creek Falls, Esperanza, UT

Flanagan, the name
Rings bells,

Let me
Explain this:

The shadow of the basin,
The wind blowing mist,

Nothing to do,
Nothing exists.

Tabula rasa,
Ex nihilo nihil fit,

That is my breath
And the spire,

Endless,
Sprinkled in

The vistas, the way
Traveled less.

Across me,
The tourists.

Picture this:
Lone wolf.

Let them fish
My body out from the depths,

I am long past the deadline--
Fisher-man:

Hook, lines,
And caste, fear no-man,

The endless task at hand,
Dividend is

Atu: X,
Or The Empress,

Nowhere is blessed.
Öd und leer 

Das Meer,
No Tristan, solomente

Isolation, convincing 
Vacation.

Sophic dress,
Hermetic existence,

Bringing home
The bacon.

Sego Lily and sagebrush,
Coffee in the hoodoos,

Sail atop the reefs,
You were born to live free.

Watching the Tide

Confederate flag flying
From the back of his Harley,

I'm sitting in Escalante, Utah
At the outfitters

Surrounded by fishing
Flies, powerbars, and nylon rope.

Two Swedes and their rented bikes
Are talking with him,

What do they say?
I'm just listening to the dock of the bay,

Taking my time, seem's like nothing's
Gonna change.

First Poem in Escalante, UT

I swear,
Every moment is poetry.

I've got 'it,'
I'm 'in.'

Eternal blessings
Of the goddess who lives, Diana says,

'Peace be with me, and to you,
What you choose.'

This is the life,
This is the way to burrow,

I'm dug in deep--Odysseus
Among the sheep,

My eye's golden fleece
Against the frail bleat, and

Ego?  I swear to stand
For the least.

Ergo my friend is
Every-man.  Now, what hasn't been

Bought?  Who hasn't been taught
To fear their neighbor?

I swear to one-god,
All for One--One for all.

One is all, all is One,
Friend, call me

Fire and fire,
The sermon of wind,

Flame and fleece, the one
Who gathers it, and

Chases the hare
With the ox, Aleph and Arnaut,

Blessed be the sun,
My will be done,

One earth
As it is with all.

Second Poem in Escalante, UT

When does it stop,
Does it ever really end?

As soon as the paper
Touch the pen,

How I've been,
And how I've become,

A root creates what
Grows up.

Joshua incarnate,
A readily available seam,

Tree of everything, subliminal
Or seen, seminal

Dream.  You wake
Up to the table, you see the same

Old thing.  It is overflowing
With the feast.

Same table of Jesus,
Same vista of Jacob's dreams,

Same scarab of Egypt,
Some holy-scrub brush, same.

Sego Lily and sage touch
The drawstrings,

My heart.  In
The deep of the dark

I find the light inside,
A delicate sight,

A moment in passing,
You were born to be free!

Now be, or keep undulating
Between the two

Worlds unseen,
Pillar of Mercy--Pillar of Kings,

Pillar of Severity--Mother of me,
Divine paring.

Delving into
The heart of the deep--heaven's teeth.

Poem at Kodachrome Basin

Of men and greens and
Greater things:

Kodachrome king.
In life I'm used to the finer things:

Mustard greens and lettuce fresh
From the garden,

Fresh eggs from
The hens.  The bare essentials:

Conscious of my blessings,
A good read,

Proper gear
For camping, no jealousy.

The ghost alone will whisper,
Such gallantry.

No cell-phone,
No distractions, Escalante Canyon,

Checking faces for beards, see
Mormons and

Laugh among us,
We are outsiders in a strange gust.

Transmutation of lust, property
And urgency.

No peacock
Among us, I am a rock,

I am an Island, let no-man
Stay cold,

Although,
I am guilty, for Ulysses

Was ill-prepped for the trip,
Tonight will

Be diff.
Obstinate diffusion of my ship,

My mind, I captain it,
I don't give in,

Hermetically sealed,
Quicksilver kid, panning for breath.

Dispersed Camping at Natural Bridges National Monument, UT

And so the day is done,
Thunderhead behind us,
Tent set up, juniper
Burning inside the pit,
Sheltered from the wind.
This is the land from
Bend to the Grand Canyon--
Pinyons, sagebrush and dust.
A raven caws out loud,
The last of the campers
Settling now, thunder speaking.
And so I lay me down to sleep,
I pray my dreams reveal me,
That thing I always need to see,
Some Orphic pocket galaxy or
Bird's eye anise, endless
Spiraling into the abyss.

AZ

I'm in the Chinle grocery store, "Bashas'."
A little Navajo girl is staring at me,
Wide eyed with curiosity,
And I am as alien as can be--
White male with jean shorts,
Baby blue collared shirt and sandals.
I don't mind her looking.
For once in my life I feel foreign.
I see the only other white people in the store
And feel some sort of camaraderie,
Even though they seem a bit country,
They are young and pretty and I feel an affinity.
 I can't imagine what it must be like
To swim in a sea of white faces as another ethnicity,
Though I can catch a snippet floating through Chinle.
This is Navajo country--hogan next to a coke machine,
Type 2 diabetes.  I fear I sound condescending or judgmental,
 And I may very well be, I am an outsider inside the United States,
This is a very new thing for me.  I'm from cul-de-sacs and gardens
And worrying about what you eat, all well and good if you have that liberty.
I don't really know how to end this, all I know is I'm on vacation
And even the regular half and half had, 'less than 1%,' hydrogenated oil,
And I can tell where it began because I'm white, and they're on a reservation
With over 20 varieties of artificial creamers and the little girl is just staring at me
As I read the ingredients and settle for goat's milk for my coffee,
Because the ingredients just say, 'goat's milk and vitamin D.'

IX

And as everything is in it's place,
The night turns into day,

The pattern of the whole
Damn thing--rudimentary notion.

What is known to me and what
I know it to be:

One, two, three,
Aleph, Beth, Dalet, Gimel,

As a string tie around my neck,
Suited up quick.

Indy had a whip,
I have the whole universe in my grip.

Between my forefinger and thumb,
The crescent strip--

A fertile miss--
The camel to carry you across the abyss:

Da'at.  You know?  All that esoteric
Shit, I forget,

Was it Yeats who said
When it all was gonna end?

Surely some revelation is at hand,
Fucking google it.

I don't give a damn
If you don't understand, esoteric is

Secret, secrets don't make friends.
I am the Hermit.

Once again, the feeling
Of bliss permeates my entire existence.

It was an existentialists dream,
Pure duality, an experiment

Dauntingly specific:
All that I have left like crumbs

Into the unknown, hold my hand,
Feel the bone,

A handle of conditions.
Curiosity glistens like the sweat on my brow,

I only follow my interests, now, Mr. Pound,
Procure me an audience!

I am high on the cliffs,
You vagabond--such a distance I see!

I sometimes wonder if you'd have
Defended me.  A friend

I feel across the ages,
My mind tells me with great efficacy,

I am my own damn savior.
Away in a manger,

No crib for his bed,
The little lord Venus lay down his sweet head.

The stars in the sky looked all around:
Lay, lady, lay--

Six feet underground.
By virtue of innocence I prepare a toast,

To Demeter and Pluto, I am a ghost
Heading to the crossroads,

New Mexico.  Smoke
Pouring around my home: pencil and pad,

Guitar and pack.  Almost a full moon,
Writing with a headlamp

At the hot springs
Where we were fortunate enough to camp.

What She Said

Clouds in Mexico for two days
And she's had enough.

Told me my name
Belonged on a girl--in so many words.

I don't mind it--the girls in Berkeley
Don't mind it,

But this is NM
On a ranch, and I'm the second

'Noel,' she's met, 'I mean, the second
Who is a man.'

She's dressed in pants,
Long sleeves buttoned up to the neck.

I have long hair and I do yoga,
I'm not even mad.

She said it so
'Matter of fact,' I actually loved it,

Someone who speaks their mind
Plainly--as it is.

As I am,
She is--human in the U.S.

Gila Hot Springs Ranch

Holy shit,
This is a real ranch!

A guy dressed slick,
Cowboy hat

On a horse,
With two mules loaded

With sticks and packs,
Rode by.

Such poetry as is
My heart--

Set apart
And open, that's it.

Poem in Silver City, NM

Silver City,
Guy on the street

Asked us for money,
'Sorry, no,'

Says dad.
'Coffee's one block up,'

He shamefully blurts.
We walk in,

The atmosphere
Is hushed--live jazz,

Electric guitar and voice,
Male and female.

I walk softly,
Aware of all eyes on me.

The barista is meticulous,
Greying hair,

Manicured beard,
A polite and careful old man.

I order my Americano,
'The glass

Is chipped
At the base,' he says,

'So don't run your hand
Over it.'

'Thanks,'
I like this place.

Open air patio in the back,
Thunderhead claps,

New Mexico--
Tweaker running up and back

The sidewalk to my left,
Ask's me,

'Do you know
Where I left my bottles at?'

I nervously make eye contact,
Shake my head.

He starts yelling
Twenty feet down the street,

'What the fuck are you looking at?
Don't fucking look,

That's right, keep
Walking, don't fucking look at me.'

Dad and I exchange a glance,
Gathered our things,

And left.
So much for that.

Aces and Eights

Express lane of existence,
Take measured steps,
You know the rest
Falls into place, ace
Must exemplify ace.

I Should Invest In a Parka, or Shawarma

The clouds are out,
The dog's away,
The cat's around,
No mice today.

'Pistol at my hip.'
Indy had a whip,
Between my finger and thumb
The barracuda drifts.

The sound of the drip, drip, drip,
Shattering syntax with breath,
My pen has found an edge,
Sauntering in F, in F or G,

Major chord, perfect fifth.
Get your fix, it's time
To split some wigs,
Let's hit the scene,

Follow the dream,
Make the heads turn
Round the room,
Show em all who's really who.

It's so hard
To go into the city
Cause you want to say
'I love you,' to everybody.

Just call this my Geneva ditty,
Pretty like, 'tenement window,'
Cellar door sounds like innuendo,
Mine's better cause it's gritty.

What's the Maastricht treaty?
Happy Friday, it's good to be
Alive, I'm not really a hippy,
Hit me on the hip when you get me,

I'm peacing, side-step the whole season,
I don't need anything to believe in,
This includes the 'law of attraction,'
Manifest some water for the people in Africa,

All you rich white folks, go for gold,
Go pro, pro-bono or I'm gone,
A penny gained is a penny lost,
They said I was a lost cause,

I lost a lot, sure,
Staring down the barrel of a loaded gun,
Nowadays, the kids do that just for fun,
Try and pass the time,

Enough's enough, I'm
Bye, bye, bye.
No hell can assail me,
I'm 27 and I will see 30,

And 50 if the fates don't disagree,
In turn I search,
Fourth diminished,
Minor three, disheveled

Appearance, kemosabe
Kick-me, make no mistake,
My friend, the house has the rake,
The fish has the fleece,

The goose is safe, at least.
I'm away from the trouble,
Away from the greed,
I only want what I need,

Calmly nods yes,
Listens to the unrecorded minute
Wisped up in his head, looks to sea.
Be prepared, things are about to get a lot more weird and void.

Like a wolf within the sheep I'm bound to reach catharsis,
Like a wolf within the sheep I'm bound to reach catharsis,
I dipped my ink in fires, and delved my tongue in parchment.
Cut the bullshit, you're cute, but too quiet.

A Lume Brillante

Call for my wine, now,
One decanter.

No canto,
I'll repeat pound for pound:

I have sung women in three cities
But it is all one,

I sing to the sun.
But as for you and for me,

What's said has been said,
And what's done

Has to be.
Now, what harkens here only

As an æthereal being, within me
Something quickens,

No tide of discontent,
No veil to circumvent, so much

That is, and so much that is less,
And what's left?

Anymore
I have no need to digress

From this--diligent sense,
Butterflies

In the mist,
My bed in the west--

Only the tempest of the page
For the true singer--

Play! There is
No wage you could ever bring her,

Really, who could even pay?
Whoever has the ear

Lingers,
Ante up, it's all the same.

I have sung women in three cities
But it is all one,

I sing to the sun.
Be it fate or merely chance,

I seek not fame, that fleeting stag,
But at my back

I hear the frail bleet,
From rags to rags, I have no need of riches.

Naked and plain I came, naked and plain
I will leave.

A penny gained
Is a penny lost, I will give it all back,

No matter the cost: diviner in me,
Not for profit.

It is all one,
I sing to the sun.

Death smiles back
Every morning

And at the dawn
I open the curtains, throw my head back and laugh!

I am on the free crags, who can call foul-play?
I'm from the mountains:

Two in the bush
Ain't worth a damn.

Flanagan's Wake

it's today...again, we're having beer and pooridge (sore? no) no wine, i'm reporting in. i know logic, illogic, pillogic, fuck dr. phil logic, fuck college, i'm off it. uh, no offense but pass a me on chrisahmiss, i kicked back and canned my wishlist. caroling like i'm watson, shoutout to pinsky, heany, browning, rumi, and, 'any way you want it.' christ, i thought you were a christian, whew, dodged that nausea, shot it with my bag of, 'mary wanna?' it's in how you were watchmen, adjusting the influence. talons are one thing, a roo is an option, er, isn't an option. erroars in funktions are so fucking awesome, who's dawdle-us? swaddling cloth or colossus, i'm a shadow of progress, refers to the process of 'enjoying, contemplating, or reading.' a soot-filled project, a face in need of washing, nappy ass place, the Virgin is watching even as we embrace, i said, i'm liable to actually do something unique, i love to lie, steal, and cheat. if by that we mean...daw, just pinch his cheeks, and make sure he gets clean--this is the heart of the belly of the beast.

black sheep is not my thing, i'm too honest, more like madd deep--madd deep in my conscious, er, subconscious, shangri-la shaman, i'm shit talking, they got tossed and dumped on, no fun, he's like a wolf up in the chicken run, but he sits so still upon the fence, i was neither living nor dead, and i knew nothing, looking into the heart of the light, the silence. it's hard to say but what's my function? subject, form, and content--that's truth i'm calling on, anyway you want it. i'm so like out-of-control, do i make appearances wiggle like they're known? just let me redefine this: i'm a flow scientist, i exist, there, i've evolved again. twinkee for your stress? frankly, i've never been the same since they duped us that day, i don't want it, i'm still laughing at how we all bought it, what shit, it's all for profit. 'capitalize on your breath?' 'it's gone a'gin,' i'm a book in and still can't tell what's fiction or nonfiction, 'but what should we call it?' endless. headlight shone about three years in front of him, call me again, i'm seriously a mafia man's dream--no following. i canada, i cold, i haven't a single television show. hike, that's called passion, first-down, i'm a prophit with nouns, helter-skelter and where upton is found: no-shelter. i feel like i'm five, no joke, i am man alive, bushy-eyed and no fright, baby if you wanna be free just listen to me. i am sofa king at target, the half-iz, well with ali like mohamed. 'i called it, the om is my thing, man, can't you get your own knowledge,' rolling on the floor laughing at god again, either that or all of my problems, i don't know why, i just express, i'm on topic, conscious and gritty. can you feel it? that same unforgiving sense, see the smile beneath: ignorance isn't knowledge.

bring me some roses before i turn fifty, you'd be kinder too, if you only knew. i can play the bass too, well fuck you mr. flanagan, *clap, clap, clap* yeah, you watch man, what's it like in sudan? i go to sleep breathing, i wake up breathing again, i could wear anyone's face. *shots fired* this is the first day of 'our relationship,' the first day of your life really depends on the parameters you set, remember, 'anyway you want it.' i told you, i'm off it, the deep end is in my closet, i had a skeleton there and bared against the cottage. okey dokey, keep it lowkey like thor lil' bro. here kitty, kitty, my heart is made of gold. but as in, 'for god-sake, malcom in the middle again!?!' and the crowd goes wild, yay. allowing the contours a way, no one cares about what i have to say, anyway, could i calmly advise you to explain: well, i'm basically the reincarnation of all living things. i'm hiding my stylus on the highway, in plain sight every friday, what do you like? i want a cigarette too but i'm too bare-assent, initials on the hood, no offense, man, but do you really think you're that good? i told you, i'm a simple man, caught a view there and write a few off, kept what i earned i payed the high cost. this is your life, are you the boss? what does it mean that christ is nailed to the cross, school children shake their heads, as if, you have to wash something away? the old impress the same, the new thing is a fire breathing mane, i could tell you but you really have to see the thing for your self, drink to your health, i love to lie like a saint. Al-boo-boo, the eagle has landed, execute stage two, as in: as i agree, i agree. as i contest, i contest. as i receive, i receive, intergalactic-planetary, elementary my dear watson, i do this all day, every day, all i can say is, my life is fucking awesome.

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dirty nose and dirty face
another soot filled faucet, sortie embraced,
smokiness proffering out, indominate web trace,
brokering new meaning, a finely tuned instrument
in need of some finely tuned cleaning.  clinical case,
penny for your name, basket, hook, line and plank,
freedom is awareness, pattern I embrace is fun
damentaly same-like Joyce said, a chaos wind
appearing every second, and not so long ago,
and a long time too, he told me tonight, concise,
to be true.  I held my lens out, let it simmer to a purr,
a slow burn, men of bark back then, men of yew,
bow and arrow upward, she shines like the moon,
cabin of the sun, garden of my world, as guarded
as your place, Ovid will croon the raven's fate,
not a crones taint, but a devilish fleece,
pointing the finger, it's me.   season of all I relate, I'll be me,
as you'll be you, I am equal parts refraction as 'lens' place,'
as who I should and would be, and any mans hand has any mans place,
I hold equal parts man and spirit, equal parts her in me, often rolling
bellow the deck in the crates, an apple bellowing boldly, Kaliste is one half,
the other half is discipline, mind and spirit, one is vessel one is vest, I'm
invested to say the least sense, to say it all takes that much grace, I'm off that,
I speak nonsensical: mitigate misshapen chevrons of geese from Afghanistan or
Pakistan, yo, can you dig?  I mean, you don't see me saying fuck the police, but I can...
but really, man, repetitive vicious vestments of repetition and distance, dilapidation through bullshit, Kathmandu for your brain, about a-hundred-million times, okay, fully inundated on the mysteries of coffee, I drink it, I mean, it better be fair trade, no to the corporate slave, I'm no saint.  (erased) [check] fairball [check] foultrade, marginal fame, press play, recorded interference, play the long face, too avant-garde is too much for one day, next, in a daze, sittin' on the front porch, pluckin' on the strings, Tuolumne plains. half-moon bay, peer-review, another time, another place.  I turned twenty-eight, turning a lock each can relate, confirms that life is a non-traditional transitional mechanism for change, fuck a chase, I run laps around steeples cause I'm evil, I grew up so they could have someone to perpetuate their fear to, unreasonable glue, interesting aspect, challenging trump.  he is holy-satyr inner-earful, a pirates mind, who gives a fuck?  bifocal and vocal design, supremely signified, willful seppuku in design, chapters of crash-courses until the week's end.
Daughters and sons of Lilith, daughters and sons of our fate, our deep-end whispers, pallor full of tricks, pallor full of wisdom, too, the world in twos, our sun and our moon, opposites embrace, indecent isn't even the least of it, I am the list of, 'what not to do,' why frown?  I don't even speak, I can't make a sound, most recent the sweet taste of death was a bargain to beat, smile, you're in the belly of the beast.  two eyes squinting, apparently you've been weak, poor aquarium, american, I mean, I don't even drink, I was gonna say impossible germany, but that's unlikely, I'll quote Jasper instead, 'suicide watch, nigga, kill yourself,' It's still too patriotic, patriarchal, self-imposing wounded mess.  haley's new self-hating count down of, 'watch it,' degrading slope of victory, no agenda to name, mr. mystery meet miss misery, sitting on the fence.

Not My Face!

reams and reams
of careful para
graphs and I don
't wanna know.
count me out,
I'm livid and un
invested as a who
le, who's gonna sp
eak gibberish to the
sheep in my stead, a
shark with lamb's breath culling
Narcissus in the form
for merely occidental wisdom
et al, what Aurora
Said, I.E., what I
don't O U, which is
and explanation or sometimes Y.
readers of the same sort of venue
or dictatership,
all I see are dicks
duck, duck, goose it is,
dirty kid, I get the boot, shit,
high noon kinda suit, shoot,
hesitation runs loose,
everyone's lookin' at their shoes,
got about both of my books on loan, so
it's all off the dome, every line I said,
talk, the liner notes are my poems, boy
that's heady, dready and ready for the day, boy
you reap what you may, I only, only I know,
I pick up my ax, it's a shrimp,
brother, I don't bother with shit,
I just be trumpeting Jupiter, jalopy
June-bug, freedom from doctored items
all-joy, happy happy ji-face, fairy,
I am a knight, I say ni! jisom on the face,
huzzah! for something we can relate,
come hither, nah, may you be buried
in a blizzard of down, fast, run down
the fetter, oh my, can a poem be broken?
fool, can a man get a moment, please,
I'm feelin' myself, repeat, I'm in
the buildin' and I'm feelin' myself.
dietrologia is the science of what is
behind an auspicious event. seren-
fucking-dipitous, u wot m8, I cheer on,
czech X in the place, the cowboy is rude
dude, punk as fuck in space, I'm blind and
deaf and dumb and who knows what else,
now, who wants to play truth or fake?

Himavant

Today...again, the year of our Lord,
Let it all unfold.  Sound out--

Woof.

Watch out, you see that distant cloud, peaking?
Time for him-ta-vault if you know-what-I'm-meaning,

Dawg, no need to flaunt,
You either got it or you get tossed,

Now go out and get it it's all got.
It's all over, I said,

It's all been done,
I'm gone.  Move along, move along

No wind here, I am a true redeemer,
Force for reckoning with,

Mon frere,
Stop barking up the tree of fear

You, my reader, my likeness--
Hipocrete lectuer.

I'm a Plath

Sun-skirting no stitches, I'm hurting,
Parting the purse of the city, no-pity,
For god-sake the neighbors are fucking crazy.

The rabbit's adamant chase and flame,
Refine the hurdle,
Find finances and make a line home, idk,
Try to stay out of hell.

I'm a plant,
I walk along as walls warm her,
Well, indifference will warm her,
No meadow, no-spring, then the silence, that's all.

Only two things: all of what you say
And what you really mean.
Cupboard of all I embrace,
As copious came, copious leaves,
Red leaves then December,
I remember everything, the wall,
All in all, it's so gritty, you might faint, fade,
Bare your teeth, fangs.
It's so hard to go into the city
Cause you want to say hello to everybody.
I very gently waived the finite lens,
Less I call myself a liar,
They're all divine, no-less,
I see fire even as I digress...
Every town has the bus,
And who's talking about a fence,
So fine me, I'm finally minding things.
I'm just starting to unwind.
I'm just trying to get by,
I can feel the memory,
Season of my days, and fawn.
I'm stubborn, stubble chin,
Maybe in a month or two
The whole town will be bunkering in.
Again with a 'fine,' do you fashion me late
Or right on time?
I'm applying pressure
And honestly, really,
I feel I could die.

Forever the grey-truth to be our guide.
The better half and I write poems now
While poppies lie wound in the mind,
Sleeping, trying town, I do not try.
I'm not finding any existence, an hour later,
How can I tell you about how spider webs tickle my crown?
I tore into some lobster mushrooms,
Woad fellow, overnight bloom, fuck you,
Crsyanthum purple and relevant grey-blue.
Heron, one leg tucked underneath a wing,
Slain, forever off-white or pithy-grey,
The truth, the whole truth, or anything else.
Lobster mushrooms are parasitic:
A change from before has begun to take place.
Instead I wish I may, I wish I might,
But I don't mind human sight,
I test the line as in,
As usual,
X ppl, y.

'Funland'

I sit with eyes like candlesticks--patient,
Just waiting for you to start some shit.

The baseball player hits the pitch
.24 seconds faster out his head to his hand than the layman.

I said, 'Just try me.'  'Fuck you.'  'Fuck you too.'  Friend.
I'm often late for disappointment, I never believed.

I didn't even concede or ever give-in, she could cry
At any time too, and say how I wasn't seer.  I love her,

She's rare.  Sly and sharp as a Republican
But that is seriously only her Dad,

She's still so young she hasn't formulated an opinion
Except for her face and her friends, and to fuck and then fake,

Say everything's great, claim Zen.
Fisherman.

AK

Third in state, AK.
CA wrestlers are good,
Not great.



I have the best seat in the place:
I'm nobody.

The host speaks
Truthfully, I am the best sort of person:

It is only Truth that I seek.  Alepheuo.
The thinking man's tea:

Green.  Golden mean,
Phi-ration.  I'm patient, gyrating my sips.

I could give a fuck if you're 'hip,' I am
A dirty ghetto kid.

DGK all day, baby,
You can call me Davis, knowl with the knowledge,

A stranger in a strange land, permanent vacation.
I'm vacant, no college.

Gone, crazy,
Listen to the lyrics, homie, do they talk about Satan?

Satin grip, waiting in line with the Mexicans, tall,
Hot cup of coffee.

I'm yours baby,
Dark things may happen.  Suddenly, the Poet.

Some serious hocus-pocus, fiction broke in,
Stole everything

And sold it!
Hip-hop hopscotch you know it.  Wells'

Diminuendo from the barrel of a gun,
The girl, girl, girl

With the golden sun.
Explicitly saying:  Run!~ I'm having fun,

None of you can sue me, win-win
As far as I can see.

This is not prophecy.
This is reality, a literal gun pointed at you and me.

You can decide whatever the fuck you want to believe.
Look at me,

I'm the captain now.
Sit the fuck down, shut up and stare at the screen.

Now do as I say and no one gets free.  Observe the scene:
Obscure little hell.

Lithe Belle,
The lady of good fortune, the lady of the rocks,

Picking up the little ones and dashing them on their heads.
Oh my god.

Thine is the will,
Bastard, thine is the glory.

On Earth as it is with God,
Pearls to the hog.

Post-Apocalypse Modernist

The way the words drip down and fall away.
The way the rain makes me feel today:  small, fallow,
Like Issa, rocking a devil to sleep.
A young girl's smile to seal the king:
Twenty centuries of stony sleep,
Rock-a-bye sphinx.  Dimebag Dee,
Rest in peace in peace.  Underneath
All that apparel:  America.
No dice, unless...
But what's under the hood?
Life, then everything dead.
Woe, I don't know,  
What is dying?  

What is death?  
Why does the smoke ring come from my breath?  

Psilocybe cyanescens and some demotic french.  
Et tu?  Endless, 

Unless...what's good is bad and what's bad is dense,
Making nothing from simulacra, no Guess? I digress,
This is a long drive for someone with something to think about:
Nothing, that is, nothing in particular, nowhere is best.
The limitless void.  The limitless light.
Lemmings or Sphinx, onto the brink:


X,


The birds always know best.
You get fucked then turn into a finch.
Or maybe a nightingale if you're into
That shit, but a very quiet finch nonetheless.

So rudely forced
And still her woes at midnight rise to fill the air
Under her bended wing
And I will always die, I will always die so you can remember me.

Attis, Adonis and Osiris
Speak.

Un Jour Comme un Autre

Un jour comme un autre, but another world, another way:
Another type of Day.

Premonition violet
Or whatever it is I'm saying is mingling with the violence

Artistic disintegration, I don't need a book of revelations.
Hench forth I do this:

Carving out Victory
From a bunch of little spaces    pew pew graces, 'New movie!'

'Next!'  Shooting down the Muses, the flavor lingers on my tongue
It's stupid it hasn't already been done.

It has long since begun, rest in line.
I'm crazy, over the rainbow, crazy, truly gone fishing.

My blue flame for midnight might just be turning
Violet in the evening time.

And what is this, mine?  Mostly,
But what isn't is Time and tired old Tiresias, haggard and blind,

Hankering down for the evening, trousers laying loosely
On the Bedside.  Cadaceous breath,

Intermittent rhythm woven, unopen'd
Letter on the desk.  The late greats curtain time, call it sense.

Unless, what's good is bad, and what's bad is best.  Universal
Snickers.  Boop, got you on the head.