Here in the bike lanes
of infinite time
stoplights
limelights
peace of mind
a joint or a drink
at the end of the day
the bar packed with
slaves to the
fray of capitalist
stayingafloat
warzones
bloody and sad vomiting
beer in the
dank stall
You hover above
me, like a
g h o s t
above my sleeping
eyes
or in a dream
you come to me
prickly chin
at my neck, you
liquid hands touching
light, squeezing
tight
you have arms
any arms
any arms
at all
any eyes at
all any hot breath
baited and
waiting for my
go
You are the mattress whisperer
and I sure could use
some flesh to fill your empty
sheets
When
beyond history
behind every living shadow
teeth-shreded fleshmeat
gnawing marrow
the grotesque machinery of
becoming self
being the self becoming
booming screaming self
to other selves in the void
raw so raw and I can’t
put a finger on it
time bombs becoming time bombs
EXPLODING with the truths of rage
and boiling
and When
before dawn
you feel a waking clock a-ticking
thats the grind
the groove
the thread of being human
person
a Man
fuck Man
he just had to
be a social animal
with claws for building up
into my sky
and down
into my wounded roots
no oneder he’s stuck
onedering my face
an experiment in
millions of Gods
cohabitating
unlimited Power
with a dominion
of one
You are alone behind your eyes
but we can share slices of
Apple Pie
in a picnic in the park
in the land of the Skin
Jazz swings like
embers on basement
cigarettes
smokey in the
Jazz
The tsun-tsik-ah
hi-hat and the pluck
-y piano stuck in
a prison beat
and grooving high
tsik-ah
I know
the singer
She was at my
4th of july BBQ
she helped
serve hot dogs
I had a
beer with her
and I can
feel her
moaning I
feel it
I know
Singin about souls
over a summertime beer
2 thousand bucks farther from the brink?
A handfull of credits I ain’t never gonna use?
Stolen shoes and nothin’ to do
on a friday night?
Rock and roll, gonna soothe my soul
all right?
It’s a shame, ain’t it, the groovy types
don’t got the
spine.
We’re all cryin about the sad
broken
world
Too much cryin to do much
about it.
The moon light, the sunshine, you think they care about it? Naw, son, this is
human shit.
this is iron and concrete asphallt and tire rubber screeching friction into the highway barier
this is the maw and the paw servin baby their last scraps
for the winter and go to bed
hungry
this is the muddy water I fill up and drink for weeks and walk
miles to do it
Can’t you see it’s all the cryin planet the cryin people the crying shames
all the waste and the wicked hatred and the
indifference of one’s own
ego of knowing no other
self but your own
in the void
I walk home howling
singing, smiling in
the rain, ankle deep in
sewer drains, skipping
puddle splash
and happy cigarette
smoke steaming
out my teeth
“Everybody’s playin
in the heart of gold
band” So I share
golden smiles
through the
thunder
booming over the
magnificent city.
Can you tell
which is louder?
Can you see
the silver
of Gods wrath
FLASHFLASHFLASHFLASHFLASHFLASH
in the sky?
Don’t it make you wanna match it
with a primal scream?
Imagine.
8 million primates
screaming in suits
on lunchbreaks
from Ambition
and managment
and capitalist Ladders
screaming simultanously
into the
rainy night
I’ll bet we
would all
have a go
od laugh
about it
at The 5oclock Quittin
Time Bar where
we become
primates of
a different
nature
everyday
anyway
What
are you doing
Mango Lady.
You carry or’nge wedges
in a Ziplock,
oozing slimy, sensual
against the
glass of the bag
in your closed arched palm
a plastic spoon
ARE YOU REALLY GOING TO
SPOON THOSE WEDGES,
mango lady?
Your yoga pants are bloated
with hunger for some enlightenment
yet you won’t even stop
to listen to the Hare Krishnas
in the park
on your way
to the dojo
Namaste.
Mango Lady
The wind slips
through the city streets,
lazy morning saturday,
feet free from the week
free to step
to live the
wind gives kisses
of spring
to eager cheeks
all the while
stirring the street’s
newspaper trash in the
gutter
to pulp in the
rain
The wind of existence
slips
through the city minds
the bustling brooding lives
behind tired i’s, suffering
free to run
to fly the
wind gives blessings
of being
to eager souls
all the while
stirring up curses
doomed by the freedom to
build our own
prisons
of carrots
and sticks
(whitespace on tumblr is ugly, and can kiss my ass)
From deep
and dark
within
the dustgrime sounds
of the Hunt
of muddy caves
feet pounding
around fires
chanting madly
to a God
as real as
the harvest
We tracked and speared
a great many
things, the women
gathered, plucking
fruit and berry
from the sweet
natural air
as we pluck weird vibrations
hideous melodies
from the air
venom for souls
living in a world
of venom-
in our own pounding raindances
sending vibrating prayers
through the primal sweat
dancefloor all the beating
grind savages to the DJ’s
chanting hiss bass drops
and heartpounding b-beats
drumming
Rum-tiki-tum-tiki-tum-bum-bum-bum
ricky-tiki-tum-tum-tum BUM-BUM
When
beyond history
behind every living shadow
teeth-shreded fleshmeat
gnawing marrow
the grotesque machinery of
becoming self
being the self becoming
booming screaming self
to other selves in the void
raw so raw and I can’t
put a finger on it
time bombs becoming time bombs
EXPLODING with the truths of rage
and boiling
and When
before dawn
you feel a waking clock a-ticking
thats the grind
the groove
the thread of being human
person
a Man
fuck Man
he just had to
be a social animal
with claws for building up
into my sky
and down
into my wounded roots
no oneder he’s stuck
onedering my face
an experiment in
millions of Gods
cohabitating
unlimited Power
with a dominion
of one
You are alone behind your eyes
but we can share slices of
Apple Pie
in a picnic in the park
in the land of the Skin
