Dear God

excellence isn't abandoned
it's just postponed,
a roof over my head to lay my weary bones,
is anything less important I know,
I've been in the center,
the one bell tolls,
nearly perfect enunciation,
a wolf in a sheepskin coat,

The stony shoal.


I've been up and around the other mountain,
do you see my face,
dipped in moments of grace,
there's something there that I won't say.

How the West Was Won

daughters and sons,
my bed is dipped in distance,
approximately three,
now look what I have done,
where there was peace and silence,
I brought a gun,
they're all, um, disposed,
upwards, at most, 90%.
this poem was composed
of at least 100% lost souls,
am I full of remorse, or the purest pity we know,
compassion is gold.

August

remember my mind as it is,
as it was, and as it is yet to become,
I will not mince my words for anyone,
let me bleed upon the steps,
the front porch or the back door,
it just is, except
this will pass,
another mass,
a stripe of red paint
and one solid color underneath:
the temptation of the Saint.

Be Careful or Else

am I so frantic,
the depths I've plumed in abandon,
finally cashing in, catching up,
summer of, 'I don't give a fuck.'
midway between the act and suggestion,
halfway between the fall and ascension,
I would confess all but I lack the discretion.
paint me how you want and will,
I've already seen the rose on the hill,
pitching to and fro I'm tossed relentless,
the basement I've come from a dire lesson,
no-ones opinion could lesson the feel, the fall,
the thrill, the kill, that's all.

Mein Irisch Kind

I would say it's a revolution
but nothing will ever change.
You say you want to give chase,
ply the seas as the seasons break
and as even as the wheel stays,
is fortune ever as fair as her name?
I watch as we all trade space,
empty and waste, empty and waste,
and one day I shall be released,
a metamorphosis for me,
a sparrow on the breeze,
an island in the sun,
is it my will to overcome?
repetition and simulacrum,
imitation of the one.