part time
canât support your f ull time
poverty
you work hard e r than me
my lazy oc c upies a register
Iâm cashed ou t , checked out
bi-monthly
numb
Come tip-toeing around cracks
and Iâll shake my head
to ward off your words
My eyes canât meet you halfway
and
Iâm sorry
Love is
not enough. but.
a practice
we cannot do this love making
in these coffins meant for sleeping
meant for dreaming
letâs pull the bedding over it all
forget we are confined
drop the dirt
leave the bodies
where we found them.
50
When the fiery feathered phoenix serpent God returns
Waging war on Technospheric cataract eyesore
Scenery, we must nye take refuge in the
Ill-composed stations of metallic vogue
Nor mechanistic time clock on-the-job sorrows
HOW to untrap the caged bars of humanityâs heart?
HOW to unwind years worth of trauma
in this structured reality cube collapsing into chaos?
Popping pills to dull the pain
Pray to God to stop the rain
Natureâs loss is humanityâs gain
Strike a deal with the criminally insane
Striped slivers of schizophrenic writing on the wall:
Dying Embryo- Apple of my Eye- Who am I to Curse the Sky?
My synchronistic whirligig prayer wheel of a heart
Has cried enough psycho-iridescent tears for a millennia
Iâm a metaphysical muse in a 4th dimensional world.
Such enumeration of swanly songs last sung
To ticking time bombs of terrestrial blues
Struck chords so Deeply Dissonant
in my Empty Chamber of a chest
As to render my eyes ears and Octopus
deaf blind and stupefied.
Who was the Man behind the curtains?
And why was HE to blame for the whole collapse
Of mankindâs cataclysmic name?
E.T.s have become more Human
Than humans- Soulless Zombie Denizens
Churning in their Pulsing Womb Tombs
Marching to the Rhythm of
Gregorian C a le nd rical Farse-
Bitter Catholic Tempest!
To name is to know not
the essence of Absolute
But to pin Illusions Resolute
The E nd of Time is the beginning
Of Galactic R hyme
The E nd of Gregorian Slime
A Venusian moon spooning the sun
C radling lunar labia and solar cock in my
Rosy tipped, spider-bitten lips
T ime is fractally, pterodactylly, galactically,
holographically chrysoprased with
iridescent rays of spiderweb decay.
The Sod Iron of Alien Truth Brands
A Hot Electric Cow under a Vedic Moon
The Dominator Paradigm Crumbles
Like Cigarette Ashes on a
Handsome Nazi Mustache
The Warriors Cry, âValhalla!â
51
In the lightless water of my dreaming ,
you are an eyeless totem,
a bagged cadaver papoose, a broken bottle
engineblack and gasoline in water
here is your house, fish in the leafless trees
catfish, barbed, electric and swollen
in tall grass that sways, invisible mover
you do not speak,
and the dead gather in your devilâs chapel
on the bottom of the muddy lake
how you shook like a puppet last time i saw you
pale and grey as hospitals,
as mornings after terrible things
there are sturgeon, fished for with the hooks of cranes
their bellies filled with glistening black eggs, salt fruit
here are the swollen ditches in the spring,
frogs with pale appendages dangling, useless and poisoned
here is foxfire and lantern light
cloudy ice that blocks the sun, the muddy hole
here is your black book of engines, prospero,
that i never learned, here the fire that ate your rotted curtains,
here the broken shells, the fossils in the limestone driveway,
sea bed broken into gravel road, black tar liquid in the heat
here the black, the cars rusted on their axles
dissolving in the mud, here the eyes of mice in the farmhouse
here is a sea-bottom of wheat, a ghost of a pig,
a chickenhouse smell, a flooded field of rotten cornstalks
flying dutchman, saintâs fire, jonah
how it comes behind you, your fury
with its chrome teeth
to swallow you down to hell, you spoon, you feather
you rusty hook in worm
how the fungus gathers on the oak of you,
lightning
canât support your f ull time
poverty
you work hard e r than me
my lazy oc c upies a register
Iâm cashed ou t , checked out
bi-monthly
numb
Come tip-toeing around cracks
and Iâll shake my head
to ward off your words
My eyes canât meet you halfway
and
Iâm sorry
Love is
not enough. but.
a practice
we cannot do this love making
in these coffins meant for sleeping
meant for dreaming
letâs pull the bedding over it all
forget we are confined
drop the dirt
leave the bodies
where we found them.
50
When the fiery feathered phoenix serpent God returns
Waging war on Technospheric cataract eyesore
Scenery, we must nye take refuge in the
Ill-composed stations of metallic vogue
Nor mechanistic time clock on-the-job sorrows
HOW to untrap the caged bars of humanityâs heart?
HOW to unwind years worth of trauma
in this structured reality cube collapsing into chaos?
Popping pills to dull the pain
Pray to God to stop the rain
Natureâs loss is humanityâs gain
Strike a deal with the criminally insane
Striped slivers of schizophrenic writing on the wall:
Dying Embryo- Apple of my Eye- Who am I to Curse the Sky?
My synchronistic whirligig prayer wheel of a heart
Has cried enough psycho-iridescent tears for a millennia
Iâm a metaphysical muse in a 4th dimensional world.
Such enumeration of swanly songs last sung
To ticking time bombs of terrestrial blues
Struck chords so Deeply Dissonant
in my Empty Chamber of a chest
As to render my eyes ears and Octopus
deaf blind and stupefied.
Who was the Man behind the curtains?
And why was HE to blame for the whole collapse
Of mankindâs cataclysmic name?
E.T.s have become more Human
Than humans- Soulless Zombie Denizens
Churning in their Pulsing Womb Tombs
Marching to the Rhythm of
Gregorian C a le nd rical Farse-
Bitter Catholic Tempest!
To name is to know not
the essence of Absolute
But to pin Illusions Resolute
The E nd of Time is the beginning
Of Galactic R hyme
The E nd of Gregorian Slime
A Venusian moon spooning the sun
C radling lunar labia and solar cock in my
Rosy tipped, spider-bitten lips
T ime is fractally, pterodactylly, galactically,
holographically chrysoprased with
iridescent rays of spiderweb decay.
The Sod Iron of Alien Truth Brands
A Hot Electric Cow under a Vedic Moon
The Dominator Paradigm Crumbles
Like Cigarette Ashes on a
Handsome Nazi Mustache
The Warriors Cry, âValhalla!â
51
In the lightless water of my dreaming ,
you are an eyeless totem,
a bagged cadaver papoose, a broken bottle
engineblack and gasoline in water
here is your house, fish in the leafless trees
catfish, barbed, electric and swollen
in tall grass that sways, invisible mover
you do not speak,
and the dead gather in your devilâs chapel
on the bottom of the muddy lake
how you shook like a puppet last time i saw you
pale and grey as hospitals,
as mornings after terrible things
there are sturgeon, fished for with the hooks of cranes
their bellies filled with glistening black eggs, salt fruit
here are the swollen ditches in the spring,
frogs with pale appendages dangling, useless and poisoned
here is foxfire and lantern light
cloudy ice that blocks the sun, the muddy hole
here is your black book of engines, prospero,
that i never learned, here the fire that ate your rotted curtains,
here the broken shells, the fossils in the limestone driveway,
sea bed broken into gravel road, black tar liquid in the heat
here the black, the cars rusted on their axles
dissolving in the mud, here the eyes of mice in the farmhouse
here is a sea-bottom of wheat, a ghost of a pig,
a chickenhouse smell, a flooded field of rotten cornstalks
flying dutchman, saintâs fire, jonah
how it comes behind you, your fury
with its chrome teeth
to swallow you down to hell, you spoon, you feather
you rusty hook in worm
how the fungus gathers on the oak of you,
lightning
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