45*21

I'm feeling metal urbain
my teeth hurt when you try and suicide
me by the seaside
there are lights and there is air
there is the wispy air of odd paint
a Norwegian gnome
the fish swim around
there is no post inspirationists
I gladly hope for nothing
you say nothingness
It doesn't help
the alphabet gets heavy
and we fall through skies of dreams
until we are whole again
matters little if we know it
the ship has sailed
the buildings might collapse
it doesn't matter what surrounds
but what falls from the sky
like confetti
it's time to take a breath

45*21

what a privilege it is to be positive
always the positive sort
always thinking positive up in your tree
looking down on all the misery
trying to make its way up
happy to be in the top looking down
biting your nails
it's a long way up but you won't fall
if you keep thinking positive
the negative mind weighs you down
you can't get up with a negative mind
nothing tastes right with the negative mind
so here you are up in your positive tree
while all of them are down there working
with a negative mind
and you are fortunate 'cause that negativity is not
going to get you down from your positive tree
you'll come down when you know the coast is clear
but until then you hope the branch doesn't give
you can't really fly but it would be a good thing
especially when this branch breaks
and it is cracking from your weight

45*21

these hours dark
darkest before the tide
tidal moon of earth
earthly hash house
housecoat of painters in 50's movies
movie of transparency
transparent to some
something to others behind the screen
screening in the summer insects
insectivorous movie houses
household screen test
testy tasters of Conradism
Conrad called said them was atmospheric
atmosphere but good
goodness is not a trait we all have
haven't we all experienced this sometime?
sometimes I creep
creepy as a soulless jailer
jailing all that cause a mind to wander
wandering through these movie lots
lot of time to think

45*21

I have to deal with the fact that I
have the me fact store in my bank
that my bank is a store and not a bank
that I am not a human but a robot
A robot that will live long enough to peel your apple
the cat watches me in the mirror
I stand for ruth
and Mr. T stands for T
the ever lasting images of falsehoods daunt our mirrors
we are the new Goldie Hauns
behind a government of lies
pop another nuke pill
you have been jilted
by the twelve foot country singin lizard
that pisses on trees
I'm the dilapidated building at the end of your block
it has become a cathedral
and no one is religious
thank god
and save the animals
there's disaster in the sky
praise Alah!

45*21

I travel these troubles daily
your actions tell me how
or was it my actions
spinning in out of control circles
there is a tinkling on the glass
you'll never see how I want to be
denigrated to some lower species
dropped from the cards of mystics
a simple nature sound
unidentifiable by any others
get robbed and get pay back
the out of control nature of this species
you need a good battery for that diesel
it runs on mind control
the ever disappearing and reappearing card
of nature's last miracle
you wouldn't know how
we build them & you destroy them
the dice is all on their side
and we're out of cups
and you're all out of wands

45*21

lazy temples
in unread sun dials
little nuns
on scooters
spewing pure acid
dig my wheels
if you will
the dog's barked
out in the rain
poop scooters
in evil heaven
we don't arrange these parties
you do
so watch out
the mind is slick
and a sad clown dies
in clothes of berry color
now you friend
of negative sentiment
don't answer the phone
unless it's time

45*21

he met her at the boarding house
she had a mouth like a chihuahua
he had a sudden urge to kiss her
she pulled a gun and smiled like a ape
he hit her hard across the jaw
she fell into an ocean of salty dreams
he lit her cigarette and gave her a drink
she hit him with a red hot poker
he threw the black ace onto the bed
she knew she was as dead as coat hanger
he rang for room service but regretted it immediately
she had the child tied up in the other room
she hit him hard from behind with a bed knob
he melted some butter on the inside of his eyelids
she called downstairs for the rich lady in furs
he woke from a heavy horn sound into rage
she kissed him hard between the eyes
he went cross-eyed and wished he was born again
she lifted the bible from the night stand
he took it from her and he gave her a soft blow
she felt the tickle on her ass and they both laughed