"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.