45*21

a decade come and gone
but who knows what time is really about
maybe the skyman knows
but who in the hell is the skyman
nobody's going to see the skyman
oh I know Moses done heard the voice
but too many of us hear voices at this point
and some of those voices are telling us to do things
we wouldn't otherwise do
sometimes it may be easier to just disappear
politically this last decade was full of shit
& I won't mention Mohamed for fear of death
by body strapped explosive
if you want to know I'm agnostic
I'll drink with the devil & play cards with god
singular plural whatever & nature's been my god too
it's a skinny band of ice we skate
& now time is s'posed to be getting faster
& what's gonna happen soon nobody knows
but isn't that really what everybody lives for anyway
life's great mystery!

45*21

you are a multi-talented eyeball of a human being
when the shit goes down you'll be the first to go
and the last to know, they say, but who are they
troubadours of past life, but is there any
that is, past living, you may be the killer dog
in this horror flick, american and slick
lost your mind to the werewolf population
that's why nights are so strange and morning
comes up all purple and pink with industrial pipes
this is the center of the world after all
the world going rank at tides bequest
the end of the road, and it really begins
now! the beginning of time again
knocked out by a tremendous blow and never come back
like jettisoned! she exclaimed. am a puppet
for all that is desire returns to ash &
that is in your mouth where the world speaks
and the world is one loud asshole
they we are starting all over again
as if we could be divorced from our nature
like shopping for toothpaste in a hardware store.

I don't know why this sinking feeling
dims like light bulbs over time
not the new florescent
but the old bulb
neon vampyres alight the streets
and blood drives us further inside
these inside jokes cause constant chuckle
as we know ourselves dying on the coast
why am I high fiving you in all my dreams
night plagues me with lollipop disasters
in old circling dingy on murky duck pond
maybe you can tell me what's this about
and maybe you won't
either way, maybe drink in sad silly bars
in a different time and different face
something to give you but I can't
it pulls at my insides & then see it all
plateau and alley in the same view
you run of the mill dismembering
it's just a view
but it costs

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trees echo purple
when the ground opens and it will
everything is a coincidence
when all things drift out of place
and every face is foreign
light goes to black and dissolves in the aisle
this is almost the state of perfect grace
and wonder again on which side of the gun
you may be given this grace again
light turns to silver
along with the evaporating question
you are an agent but of whom
the gun is under the pillow
and you begin to assimilate
but still it is hard to enjoy the HOLIDAYS
and the bills, all one-hundreds
fall from the heavens
and when we fall from grace again
make sure to take the safety off
and then you'll know your home again
and the ground has closed

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he was an unsavory character
if I am I'm not showing it am I
the face of Diane Baker emerges from the mask
well you can take your dignity out for a walk
where the pigeons roost
Lee Remick emerges from the shadows
that fellow over there is giving a lecture
and paradise makes you go all blurry
like the center of the earth rises
the axe is too familiar
momma used to wield one for futility sake
he's giving a lecture on LSD
how many have you had right here on this couch
when the wallpaper keeps you closed in
you know you are a cop
and the devil within breathes through a straw
out of earthen mask comes a truth
so real we enjoy each other
and in the morning tear out another page
but when the axe comes down heads will roll
& you keep taking in riddles all the time

45*21

LOVE
there is a total
outside where you hide
inside windows painted in white
travel with numbers
elevated by the sound
trip through the timber
elongated and round
brother and sister
painted pages of ground
down to the center
the indian mounds
they must wonder how we know
every intelligent idea has an idiot cousin
why do you die and leave us in pain
crabbing for nothing out of nightmare frame
I'll load you piano
in mystify your brain
a cart full of soup and bread dream
floating sideways
along with the rain

45*21

I take my scabbard from it's ornate holder
and stick it through the elevator doors
all the ladies scream
and some little boys too
I am one of the little boys
and I too know not how to surf
but as a kid I skated
rolled a quarter pipe across town
and mastered the cess slide
it kept my parents daytime nightmares
from falling into that well manicured lawn state
the gnarled trees where senator squirrels
watched junior squirrels dodge rapid cars
Adrian brought his electric prongs
& before it would storm the hot worms
danced from soggy earth into tiny greedy fingers
grandad was a worm farmer among other things
grand tinkerer while chicken rambled about
a barnyard of many unused buildings
the rabid coyote shot dead by the sheriff
when the paramedics left they left a stain

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in the twilight zone
they give you clown pain medicine
it sounds like the sickest guitar solo ever
she busy visiting with my mother
are you wearing the coat of seven arms
mystified and deranged they say
the moon wore boxing gloves
while we melted in a melodica solo
the guitar felt just like butter knife massage
this, when Jim gave us the Koolaid
now everybody says you must-a drank the Koolaid
when you say the most sensical thing
where's the non in the sequitor
where's the angel in the air
the fringe of the hippie biker jacket
it makes everybody feel better
somewhat more safe when the windows closed
the furniture begins to speak
while others say "this is not reality"
and we wear disguises in the most ordinary appearances
unless of course we don't

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there is a shadow of beauty
the real thing is cloaked in flames
we are beasts and pleasure like beasts
and die like beasts in the flame
our crying will lead to laughter
she keeps dead canaries in their cage
when you drink you are no longer a pro
a butterfly brushed your sight
you are no longer no. 1
you caught a bullet in your belt buckle
his sports coat caught flame as he ran for the ocean
to understand fear he sees it in a mirror
fabric hangs everywhere making a couture's closet
then you'll know the naked and the dead
not merely a celluloid dream
but a roll of the dice
the dice cup in every mind
gone sublime
a castle of chain link
and disappearing shadows

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got to ask yourself "is it the cherry red sweatshirt"
let's run an eval on him
we saw him once in Neu Hampshire
running along in the tall grass
along the interstate where tax free liquors are
they hit him with a pogo stick
it always devastates the neighbors
you being part of the out crowd
in yer september mood huh?
well question questions Keskwin
got caught up in some cult action
you never know when the cops are going to bust you
they wore slick hats and danced the tangerine
you can't billyclub yourself to death
these or any days
his folk song will shed tears
bears will weep
the oceans will flood
and mother nature will become an organ donor
the passport crowd will exit
under the sign '[exit]' appropriately
as if no one ever existed

45*21

it is not particularly far but quite physical
what's on the other side of the hill
the very height of the mystical mountain
the beginning and end of all societies
welcome to Shangri-la
there you will find the laughing woman
the holder of time
all of your wishes will come untrue
you never looked better in your life lovey
I don't like this place. It is too mysterious
I am plagued with dreams I know are undreamed
I am the seeker in the fire
the holder of the lost key
it blew my speaker the first time I listened
and it got in there somehow
and how it nests
and now if you'll excuse me
what do you say to a rubber bridge?
come on toots we'll drink the somber glass
and bring the morning rise
I suppose this all comes under the heading of adventure

45*21

sky amber and jade
but the film was stone gray
a stiletto in the water
a steel face at dawn
you can't erase the ghostly face of god
it is like a screen behind which we make the face
and fall backward into the abyss
a stream filled with reeds
the timber of which you can not sing
they now canonize the unjust
it's a special order
this lavender of royalty
the donkey sees all the abuse
the scars of life painted on black rock
the billy-clubs are alive with the sound of head squash
the streets paint florescent streaks in faultless
disgust of walking early morning cityscape
look at the horse breath at stables
Brooklyn, on the side of the park
they wear blindfolds when they sleep
and gage us by our tempers

45*21

in traveling along
railroad man knows every song
of the dispossessed and maligned
all these capers cast out the devil
in territories where houses blacken out
you know how to completely disappear
become part of the fading cloud
a band of thieves and the unset stones
ripen for the railroad man
uncap the whiskey to misalign the gears
make faces into the mirror the first time
one sees oneself see the shelf of lie
the grand scale of masonic death machines
that plague by their near visible nature
you've disappeared before
in factories and downtown ghost centers
did you feel the heart attack well up?
a guest in your own home
the books that never get read
in the closets of the almost dead
where each new image will conform

45*21

rainbows have friends
they've known each other forever
the icecream tastes great
it has that every feeling to it
I always remember being in fells point
and seeing the black eyes
a smorgasbord is good
it makes you feel great
glass tinkles and you are so far out
that even your friends wonder
but climb the roof and try to look
in to the fog not knowing whether it will
or not will you into being
corvette or no corevette
that is the hotdog of your question
give me time to think
and I may come up with an axiom
she puts her hand on her head to keep out light
but yellow beard has come
to give you skylight passive resistance
give the god a bone
frame it all and nothing else

45*21

I forgot so two in one day
stay out late as late as you can
and morning comes with shattered sleep
forgetting is a muscle
what did you do
work the forever changes
into a listening form
wait up for her while she stays out forever
you and your lady jam
be your instrument and not mine
throw a rage & I will throw the party
I'll be the one to ruin the birthday
you may assist
and this is your gift
make the knot that can't come undone
read shambhala and think it disappears
go for the touchy feely & I will be the pig
build my Kafkian castle
& you will try to climb my stairs
he will writhe in bed with the radio hiss
& know how mundane this is

45*21

you may take the delicious thought into your mind
you have a power to possess all that all and everything
get a cryptic thought & cook your onion
get to the end of the novel & realize you've lost
the telling of the story is just the beginning
the end also comes round to be eaten
jazz things up for a bit
jazz has many double meanings if you know what I mean
someone will get a rise out of you don't worry about that
some one. they may control the curtain but not the certain
if you know what I mean
if you are in it for the road & not every little path
but longing is just a gathering of halo
but watch for that anger to rise
it will pretend to know itself more than it's known
it dabbles in all the vices equally
knows no true loyalty to anything
knows a mire and a muck
better than your grandmother would like to know
better the reality you think you know of you
the tying of two ends

45*21

I took a lighter fluid from my pocket
& doused some weeds that caught the golf course
next thing I know I was in an amnesia center
eatin pull pork sandwiches
with a clown with dark make-up
they made me take uppers until my hair tingled
I had a growing desire
they made me smash into a barrier
I'm later pushing bear around in a shopping cart
"it's your turn bear"
felt a parade float ride inside
wearing reflector glasses my life was a checkered past
holed up in hotel room in L.A.
despair ticks its cup full
angel shadows appear on walls
is there any money left he wonders
I hope you have more than is required
you have to tell them to throw the slaw
lemons just fell from trees
and sun rose from the ground
and melted the sun perfectly

45*21

no one can see through the looking glass ever
even in times of dire need
the looking glass is no swimming pool
you can't travel through time but in it
shave off some hours by some weighty cost
you can't lose your wallet near the subway
and hope to find it the next day
you got zombie rolled
when you weren't looking your identity was stolen
you are staring from a bus window
back into the recesses of your mind
through the reflection of your eyes
this is a memory movie of daydream time
the many passing images of hobo logic
you wander off into it in search of an oar
to paddle the lifeboat ashore
color snakes slither all around
but you refuse to read this to anyone
because you are afraid of your own mind
the snakes it breeds
palaces from which no one escapes

45*21

a new born alligator
pa rump pa pa pump
grandma's styrofoam cake
pa rump pa pa pump
I'll ring your doorbell now
pa rump pa pa pump
me and my drum
I'll hold my liquor now
pa rump pa pa pump
my licensed practitioner
pa rump pa pa pump
in the land of stuff
pa rump pa pa pump
me and my drum
put on your face disguise
pa rump pa pa pump
I'll only drink at dives
pa rump pa pa pump
my lonely canker soar
pa rump pa pa pump
me and my drum











i

45*21

try to remember the days of December
when the cold is near
and you freeze over
Templar at the gates of a chapel
where Jesus flew on wings of a jaguar bird
in the closet we found Superman digesting some grits
Are you looking at this?
If you are then you know Jesus and Superman
They were both great figures that came to life
and boy could they ascend
either way the escalator goes up
now there's a couple girls with big butts
and one goes down in this department store
I think of Tommy giving a lecture on how G-O-D is L-S-D
they are looking at Vogue like it's a zoo exhibit
you can't fry eggs on ice, can ya?
eggs are a beautiful thing to waste
all the grand schemes of man are from woman
least that's what it seems like to me
If you are taking that giant toke
You might just know where I'm coming from

45*21

you can never be humbled
just want to go to bed and sleep forever
well agnes and cyn went walking in the woods
and upon a stream they came
in the steam that trickled over small rock
cyn saw the eys of a beast
and in the sound of thunder arose an apparition
so awe inspiring that it growled within the mind
and had it ridden cycles inside
if I die tonight it be the title
you can't explain a stone to someone saying rock
the beast rose out of the stream
it was like a bear but pine cone instead of fur
the face could almost be made out
eyes of sea sky blue rimmed in crimson
"I am the bridge of time"
agnes walks across and grows old
cyn waits behind and becomes an apple tree
agnes runs the cycles of life until she becomes old
a man who chops down an apple tree
one last time cross the bridge

45*21

some say they have criteria before disappearing
beyond the viral vial of teardrops
we collect them in our book of syntax
it does not betray the devil
everybody is looking for the vales of truth
hidden behind the sentiment of these words
I s'pose that was a good joke
what is the value of this code the sad clown knows
his face painted of every sound in the dark
velvet that lines my coffin home
I pop out a paper doll in your vast night
okay! what is this vital code?
it tears us from our day's concentration
we spill into nights like into a diaper
that is so gross! says the birth twin
what's the Viking doing with that code of centuries
we recall her in the pages of lost diary
under the stairs in the mall
silently sleeping, quietly dreaming, doing nothing
a hangover of valium and champagne
what? have you died in my cubicle

45*21

the wicked appear as little kids
in this dream they like to torture
have torture room
we, my friend john & i pretend to like it
but it is beyond morbid
I wake and cast the cobwebs from my eyes
out the window, most incredible amount of snow
I come unglued again
cast my ship on the sea of snow
in there somewhere, a secret railway
there is all this hanging out to do
online & people following new patterns
watch old shows
there is a plastic powder blue-
ness about my new smile
the fruit looked unreal but was real
the candy, though, it was hard to tell
so she drifted away sighting us as bad kids
willing to do things not so kind
but never was this truer than before
and alienated I feel like a lone sock

45*21

when I was just a boy of 17
my momma said to me "you're not
a teenage king." shit! she was right
and here we go through life
with tail half tucked between leg
repent repent return to the 18th century
there you'll find the wild bliss
that ignites the flame of life
somewhere in that deep dark mind of yours
the sick feeling of throwing that switch
and why not. the world can go dark again
and by artificial light we can breathe
the paraffin air that soaks our tuber
personalities. we are frozen people
unearthed ice forms. our thoughts return
to the grave, not to the breathing beyond
tonight it will snow 6 inches and tomorrow
who knows, ice that will bring down trees
& we are caught in the forever should we
or should we not until it is impossible
to cast our appearance into our very existence

45*21

fate always false phase
so there must be something there
but the clouds shatter
airship floats through
we grab an idea to solder together
it's like bicycle parts
at a chicken shack
the way he walked you could see the favoring
an inevitable stroke
not one of luck but smoke and mirrors
the boat on the lake going toward nothingness
try me out at campfire light
don't unfurl like you like it to
the shred of carport drums
and suburban light
makes you laugh, think of the 80s
quietly sipping sorrow's champagne
that gardener pulling stones to vegetate
escape to some land deep in sequestered dream
a painting you can't quite access
the moon just laughs

45*21

that's why they were stirring the cauldrons of their eyes
a rose is a rose is a jack knife
I'll never forget the sun dogs
a frustration with tuning, a brilliant ragtag
with such grace and ease
and that description fits like on nobody else
when I see him play I want to pick it up
but stunned, I toss one back
here's to you man! gone and too young
but what an old presence follows you like a stain
a crossing of paths would have been cool I suppose
but I would have come up with it all wrong
and it is best toward a distance to keep that path
sounds like he was the carpenter of tunes
building some sort of house of song
hell! it is built of spirit so tangible
you can't miss take it
it is the kind off the cuff that graces the mind
of the true hosts of heart the blood pumps
ever so much and the shear heat of it
is almost exhaust that's a pleasure to breathe

45*21

dim light of morning toxic
the building is half fallen
like stars tonight they hang peculiar and low
at twilight
but can't see through blanket of white
the bag of flour went straight up
and bounced off muscle
she giggled, nice catch
I then was floating on a water of some sort
not common, can't drink it
they just appear like playing cards
rarely win that game of solitaire
but I got all my aces
in this blizzard a potent jug
and out the window a cemetery
gated but barely contained
the stones are a bunch of crooked teeth
some dating back to the 1500's
he cried looking at his daughters grave
he said they were victims of cabin fever
we drove back at 25 mph cars piling up our rear

45*21

every ordinary idea is not circumspect
crazy as seeps into the smile of an agent of safety
put yourself in my shoes the holes will wear apart
the silence is not a gift of golf
just a darknes that hits a tree in four stroke
the witch is in the atmosphere
snow frost and sleat
creosote dogs that float
in triangles on home coming floats
I rearranged the furniture on nut plates
cause of absence in slow motion sense
if and whens don't mean a thing when you are stoned
the Cadillac drones outside the hall
it's a Las Vegas Alligator Mall
the tangents of these clown conspiracies
will hold the tank of fire and disease
'til elder ladies close their eyes
in panted arabesque disguise
the grocer in the slime design
armed with mistress and right guard charm
decides it's time for red yellow and orange

45*21

you've eaten the message with letters spaced
in the back of your head, a slot
someone can reach behind and see with finger
little cutout stars break the skin
it smells of onion being cooked
hangovers made them bleed from the ears
this grossed out the teenage girls in the audience
Mohamed stuck his fist up to the camera
a little bit of spit danced on his lower lip
the cup revealed no ball
he did a somersault into the street
stood up smiling at a woman in leopard
she was nervous & switched on a device
he seemed to disappear into vapor
the woman sold bags of lavender
to old Hasidim with stained and un-tucked shirts
they took them back to their wives
a secret organization of abstract expression
they drink heavily and paint their nails green
this expresses joy and defiance at the same time
and you can hear it all ticking in the background

45*21

these agents of hypertension
ride bicycles in a museum of slowed time
fossils abrupt a grass tuft
not characteristic of bible thumping rhyme
Django played guitar on a moon vehicle
in an episode of Another World Turns
that baseball just split wide open
inside a hall of mirrors
gives us cataracts
we can't explain this jazz but it squeaks
from the corners into the room
my son doesn't know his own name for a second
then the war machines dial in
oh horned devil of my morning jungle gym
why do you grow grass above your brow
some people have everything they need
and nothing more surprises them
that eggplant fist comes hard down upon the lips
they split like two elevators up and down
and say yes only because you want them too
not just because they know how to say it

45*21

moon was a bulb
running down the road
away from something or not
makes no difference
running for one's health
the doctor says it's okay
a virus took host in your body
wasn't the excessive drinking
since, after all, you didn't drink a case
but once I would have drank 'til I wasn't drunk anymore
what a sensation to be alive
when death is the angry attitude at the beginning
of every argument. and that word isn't spoken
did the lady bug give me the fat lip
I started out a genie and ended back in the bottom
of my own bottle not looking for tragedy
just something hidden in the corners
beyond mine and everybody else's vision
not just a tonic
the interviewer knows shit about my subject
because the exact truth is hidden there