dropped into some ether plane of unknowing
put the white coat on and dance a disappearance
the lab coat of your brain leaks in
you might think you are the all shit in your world
and then it nullifies disaster
until the true teeth take hold
I looked behind the design a few times
or so I thought
it just gets caught in revolving reason
until there is no end in sight
and that is what we agree to understand
like diamonds cut by hand
the revolver sinks deeper in the sand
not even an ocean of sound uncovers
the only meaning left to decode
it's like diapered personality
you wander through the aisles looking for it
they paint you into the final corner
and still, somehow, you escape
twice the person you never were
it's never just a loaf of bread

45*21

I was distilled in the rain
transformed in a toll booth
my head got kind of damaged
out there with the white horse
my hands were chapped beyond belief
I ask myself again and again
How'm I doin?
Like this truck that's facing south
the miserable thoughts come rifling back
again and again
until it feels like rain
I could tell she was wanting to amscray
make for the hills on that white horse
have a bath and shut the fuck up
watch the moth balls float out of the closet
which is now literally a water closet
close the blinds and light a number
get the tan behind the slumber
like some golden god released from jail
I can hear my mother saying "what's it all about"
1500 miles away from home without a bone

45*21

she was rich
he was a proletariat sailor
they end up on an island
when their boat deflates
she insults him left and right
he finds a shack dug into a dune
she needs his help to survive
he slaps her around a bit
she keeps up the insults
he makes her clean his underpants
she begins to fall in love
he slaps her around some more
she wants to make love
he says no
they make love
she asks for sodomy
they are rescued
her husband gives him a reward
he buys a cubic zirconia
they talk on pay phones
she flies away in a helicopter

45*21

why do we grasp at living
and think all the time of death
when is the fire inside enough
these painted flags of reality
notions of what is the cost
kidnapped several times in what was
when it is gone a deflated sense of self
or the opposite : narcissism
a grouse is something of a chicken?
today I thought of these things while tending the burn pile
sometimes I feel I've been exiled
exiled from a sense of self
cast off into an ocean of doubts
some might say there is only one great doubt
the sky fills with smoke
I watched that second plane hit the tower in hell
that is what he called it offering me a beer
it was 9:30 am
I declined
I felt like puking
was I hung over

45*21

we do not want to sandbag the alchemists
before the year is out
we don't know the pull
nor do we understand the pole
gravitate us toward some existence
it holds true
old time soda shoppe
crippled boy on every corner
oi
put n off
by every dimensions
that holds true factotum
diabolical
transformation
this is a movie
a mojave desert
retreat
put me in touch
I love to gravitate
and to hold stasis
irregular by nature

45*21

we are even
we even out
there is a slap
she gets out
the car idles
all is a riddle
my close friends do shrugs
I don't care
can't do drugs
used to do them
the hair grows backward in my skull
I see into my temples
and see a temple
a forbidden place
one that has no space
a caterpillar crawls upon a line
of ruled paper
and sees its excrement
and knows nothing of it
the cashier says shove it
and we belt it down

45*21

nobody knows anymore
where we go
down stairways long
into hallways darkened
air not fresh
people of mars
the radar detects
the frozen air
have cold feet
in the morning
breezes blow in
and we know
all is lost
time to go
rearrange the furniture
reschedule the team
the meeting was canceled
everybody went home
I ate icecream
and slept hours
woke up dreaming
called in sick

45*21

I am not a bullshit artist
nor have I ever been
in the mirror of myriad assholes
sure! I got my dark secrets
and I look into them as much as possible
but I keep them hidden because they are so trivial
they would make anybody laugh
a dry cotton mouth I'm aching to yawn laugh
I'm not the ghastly vampire you take me for
when you see me walk into the room
and you know it
what's worse is you know how wrong you are
my poor alterboy confessions when making any nurse maid laugh
are there any nurse maids left?
if so send me one
I need to grow up all over again
with dry martini gasp
and Noel Coward saying something
in his melodious voice
that would make many women wither
at the sight of this ghost

45*21

they angle in everywhere we entreat
another bonehead parade
maybe it's just the depression
in the mirror it's black and white
until it disappears
there's always a subterfuge
a grand scaling of window dressing
the clouds sometimes speak
the depressing thing is I can't hear them
but the blue blue sphere
and then it rains
and dolphin's are sexting
the spheres of ignorance rein
everything went up in a puff of smoke
just leave it how you want it
it's at exactly this moment
that it truly rains
and the cats swim in milk
and everybody is out of there fucking minds
sometimes
and that time never ceases

45*21

I assure you it is easier to enter here
than escape from devil's island
OH Timothy! Put down your gun
the xylophone goes cling clung cling
I believe your cousin has become ill
dam it Julian! a mad hatter
& the devil's abbot
he was shouting the names of the devil
the horses asses were white as cream
the electro sphinx crying tears of jasper
this is a time for frolic
this Spring will be a short bridge
on the other side there will be a gasping candelabra
Oh yes, Mr. Chicken could you come here please!
we only see the positive side of the problem
we never pronounce the word madman
only headless do we snort it
to know the kindness of the black pope
after all, your father was an ailment
who decended the wall by rope ladder
we know that laughter creates torture

45*21

in some spaces, divine or otherwise
we'll call this a floater holiday
because we've got no where to go
to escape such mediocrity
now that's the challenge isn't it
looking for the way out of the thing that serves
except to numb the senses
leave you inert
leave you with no thing to act upon
dull the senses
keep no one guessing
it is a tumble
it takes forever
and when you notice nothing
you bob up and down
and they know it's gotten you
I guaranty there is not in between nothing
it is the may pole
the strangulation of senses
the ripening of the apple
the rotting of the core

45*21

proof is not the vehicle to arrive at any place
the banana arrived up from between the shadows
time is, therefore, that in which sameness is given
the banana is spotted and unpeeled
when I talk about language I must speak
the banana represents the circumcised penis
a knowledge of what is essential in our language
Mr. Peanut came walking through the woods
the question is whether I really see
he knocked the coke can out of the way with his cane
if the meaning of the word is in its use
he then began to do his dance
but something else intrudes into the investigation
I say, I can't believe this is real
we are using words "flux" and "vagueness"
then why the hell am I doing this, he says
I determine that the meaning of a word lies
he spins on one peanut foot and walks the other way
the distinction between sense and nonsense
I hear him laughing calling me an idiot
but reality is not arbitrary

45*21

you should be patting your head
and saying mission accomplished
I'm just lying around here
grow a pineapple on my head
you're having a fit
tender fit
do undo
ok I'll be silent ok
ruff ruff ruff
make stuff up yourself
the ceiling is a rearrangement
don't be a parasite
you might wanna know your self
I don't have anything
I wish everybody's digestion
proper digestion
everyone
because Uly
He doesn't say words much
but we get it second hand
you have to ask a question
the reply is in the answer

45*21

at last we wander
like children into the cave
even in these times
x'd out by many factors
children of another time
held in the arms of the wind
indent the can
like summer frost
talked about for years to come
on visits to the beyond
night is the only place to be 's
pushed into the longing zone
so what's there to long?
yeah! I'm so tired!!!!
can't sleep
haven't slept a wink
injured by a song's energy
causing us to wonder
kindled in flame
ingested by snakes
diamond in the center eye

45*21

when you are full of fire
how do you sustain yourself
'til the world view sucks the elephant through
got to wake up and write
the code is under the skin
the code is the source
the source code is a laugh
after all, you are a sunflower
man has ratted on man himself
dropped the dime from the trike
get out of my moon light
I'm trying to catch the moth shadow
when the shampoo was too heavy for the scalp
when you dive in and die out
when you are ready to loose your job/lot
let go, the time is now
society is a grave
okay, I know you know I know
these pyramid predictions will be buried with you
the coins of your life on your eyes
looking back into the bark

45*21

this time we'll dance beyond the ragged screen
dream beyond the mildewy dream
farm out our thoughts to a gambling over achiever
slip into the silence of our toothless gums
jeopardize the very things we love to hate
play the discord to the bitter end
seat the couch beyond its thread
play the chord beyond its tolerance
go to places we'll never come back from
hear the hushed voices in the shadow of our periphery
order another glass of bitter wine
claw at the very idea of existence
stand at the edge of our doom
laugh at the echoes that laugh at us
sustain the little silences
pull back just enough to see
light of day from the bottom of the well
blow out the candle of disgust
play Russian roulette with our doppelganger
while making love to our own faded image
and call it an afternoon

45*21

sure, if Plato said the unexamined life....
but what of the Dick life
standing outside the cafe there may be expectations
and then you go in and something happens
what you expected mostly, maybe what you intended
some have made films
some have published works
all have brought chaos to the ordered
for no end NO END
for perhaps to validate the innate continuum
you can not control what is happening
you only play a part in what you think might
so you are outside standing in the blue light of the cafe entrance
you expect to go inside and order
and perhaps stay for a few hours
but you never know the outcome
so getting there is part of it
when you left your conch shell
to swim in this stream you had no intention of drowning
though swimming does not always seem to be an option
but in fact it is the only option, and for the record
this is not a dick

45*21

I'm the creep
because I don't like the screen
but maybe I do
the misery seeps in
the gargoyles gather
on precipice
the darkness surrounds
and the loose threads unwound
the music machine discs
crowd and disperse
the butting in
she's the only one who knows
even though I'm always sticking up for you
the heat melts the cool
and we disappear
reappear
as nothing
the wheels grind
you hear the friction
grasshopper legs
we await Spring
get rid of cobwebs and welcome the paper wasp

45*21

there are so many things we can't afford
being in our skin for example
and never being really clean
after all, we weren't brought up to be Jesus
more like the Swimmer
human frailty
you could pass so soon
struck three times by a poisonous snake
lost without body or mind
your intellect won't save you from your body
he made that joke about art
but it only made me think about compromised body
the skin that is filled with need
from the very first cracking eyelid
to the forever permanence
and dirty thoughts pass through
some so raw and real
while others are altruistic by nature
this specimen that walks on and on through perception
grasping very little, really
growing older, soon
not able to buy another one at this time

45*21

talking incoherently
that's okay
don't ramble
the last way
gibbous night
on planet earth
or ear
I can tell we won't
be hangin
ain't your fault
you seen it all
traipse it upon the grass
the new grass
I was not there to see you
so what?
time is spent in tractor wheel]''''i may be the biggest
translate me
the harmony of
] is the jest is sound
carried
excitement not lasting through

45*21

ever present wranglers of desperate tongues
what did you think of the movie
It made me cry for joy and for sadness
watching the spirit be drained for the sake of madness
gawd! the fuckin autocrats
who gives them power anyway
it's like you unglue from the flow
to become some immortal dick head
not to be mistaken for a Supreme Dick
no one knows what that is
even those that is
but you die being it
so says Steve
but ask Danny and he may say
oh, well, I guess, I'm not sure
either answer works
like mysteries in a darkened glass bulb
celibacy is for the choosing not the chosen
some of us grow into other selves
and some permanent forever
like the music of the spheres
believe it or not

45*21

the problem with time is that you can't travel backward
it is a black hole
you can imagine
discover in your imagination what it is like
to be, for example, another civilization if you will
but the wheel does keep spinning
often times without dogma
some people try to return to an old love
a sense feeling that can't be replayed
take my advice, don't try
that is a thorny path only to get laughed at
the cards feel more than 52
you are psychotic
meaning you try to reverse the effects of psyche
through self analysis
but, I tell you, it is not a blues song
that is what is relief
the pre-historic fish
caught on a thin line
memory diminishes all paths
until there is no equal
only what is in between

45*21

I can't sleep
it's these moments when you envy hermits
although they got their problems
WHY WON'T SOMEONE JUST GIVE US
THE FUCKING MONEY
we live in the fucking money zone
sometimes I feel when George says
"ask Obama for some money"
I want to pop him with a cartoon hand
a cartoon frying pan
what's fucking Obama got to do with it?
Bush fucking spent us into BOLIVIA
on his wagon of fear shopping
I HATE THIS FUCKING WORLD!
BLAST IT TO FUCKING PIECES
ASSHOLES!
EVERYBODY DRIVES LIKE AN ASSHOLE
EVERYBODY EATS WITH THEIR ASSHOLE MOUTHS
I'M SICK OF THIS SHIT
GETTING OUT ON THE NEXT RUB A DUB DUB
THREE ASSHOLES IN MY TUB
CAN SOMEBODY SCRUB THIS TUB?

45*21

to say the lamp post breathed ghost
she mounted the coconut hair above
a frayed post, what clump
the ghost said 'get the fuck out-a my house'
he said it like "I'm confederate, you ass wipe!"
the slow motion motocross screen dripped from the tv
we can't white wash this existence
grandmothers in prom dresses recite Emerson
Oh! I love you poem. She said it then winced.
Getting naked, the day was porcelain and gray
A moon vehicle stands for truth
To lance a snake is counterfeit
I was so drunk it loosened a tooth
my head gear went through the wash
now, I can only learn to feed myself
the eraser was way up there in the nose
it erased time
her voice squeaked and made me think of onion
I'd gladly give this all up for a slice of silence
but in these hours of desperation
all and everything seem to contradict

45*21

being that we are just a hologram
what kind of plunk
the well is shallow
that Alice plunks in
this may be just a silky screen
we are creatures with desire
the old rules no longer apply
the design is in transition
this may be why it doesn't exist theoretically
we are ready to jump ship
to plunk in to the other
again and again
but what of these boots
that are very old
and collectible
I don't understand your god-like creature
a leaf knows something
the surfer knows more
not in the cataclysm
but in a journey of cataclysms
it is as much your guess as mine

45*21

their last impression was not like the first
they doubled over
he couldn't hear a damned thing
the mouth is a sacred place
on a body covered by white cloth
if we were the last ones left on this planet
where would we be
all they do is talk about where they are going to eat
it hurts to be at home
icecream was thrown in with the omelette
it felt like a growing pain
I dashed from the room
if the witch is in the woods & nature is Satan
they pray for the lost souls
as if there was a linear connection
he held his tongue believing there were Christians
he believes in scientific truths not ghosts
does not matter what you feel, see or think
it must be proven true before being real
it's harder than buying the lie
when all is dragged across the same bed of coals
and disappear into a fallacy of legacy

45*21

what happens when we fall to disease
you might say we let go of strength
some strong as wind
that grows under food
the fox says "chaos reins"
we disappear into our selves somewhere
oh buddy, you're so full of shit
quit taking the axe to your self
empty coat hangers
sex and its animal design
there are several tangents unformed
the laundry never seems to get dry
young waking bear
nature is the being itself
it being alive
the beast of desire
the wing of a bird
old crow goes squawk
and it knows
nature's triangle ecstasy
never kills the pain

45*21

once upon a time there was spirit
remember that
when it happened
some will stuff it away
sweat it out of the system
but it comes back
it has the greatest will
science can't stamp it out
actually, science doesn't want to
time is not its master
the driver is not driving
if you know what I mean there is no IOU
either you are happy or not
any given moment
the day shades the night
you are a cranberry then multiply
the get out and switch places
the conscious and the self
negating forces unite
and pierce perception, see?
it is like crystal, but try holding on to it

45*21

you may think things will change
but they won't
no matter what you do they stay the same
it is an internal thing
I almost said an eternal thing
the cause and effect go on and on
it will leave you with scars
those scars will have personality
possibly more than one
so get out while you can
You realize there's no easy exit
you wonder if you should have given up long ago
but the door revolves
maybe a new job will help
you are not wealthy
you can not afford to lie about
and be spoon fed by a naughty nurse
too bad for you
the inkling was there
that last bit of triviality
before they put you out to see

45*21

to guess is to only get half
to burgeon, to spring to knowledge
these structures fall around us daily
like pilots of unknown air ships
the tailor crafts the right suit
the wings that form shoulders cologne
if Agnes were God
a cure for human would be tamed
give me another moment to compose myself
I'm in the airport of time
deluded from the pathways of design
the rims of reality are like equators
of moons designed by the mind
okay if you can float on this ocean mass
the tigers keep clawing at the vine
don't find your vice in small potatoes
unless, unless
and then there's nothing and sleep is present
you've cut the lifeline like a spine
and cars drive slowly backwards
through the windmills of your mind

45*21

it's only a reflection
and behind this there is leather
and behind that
sugar cubes
it's only a reflection
the mask eases off with the slightest touch
it's a midget hand
that guides us to anther land
it's only a reflection of
something that used to see
they say it isn't right
the way these lines form
at the end, this desolation
soap costs more
yet we're always unclean
it keeps you up most every night
the last thing you witness is the rain
it comes down like instant pain
it's only a reflection
and I'm perpetually annoyed
by something that used to be