trail

and there's resolve now
       the usurped cartel zip tied to their tractors
their painstaking slavery emancipated to (a rusted trail to next to nowhere)
             various forms of deported tears soaking into
         half-used paper rags
back to cardboard boxes. back to fence hopping
back to the american dream that all others cling to
                   in a razor blade of misfortune
back to the four walls built to keep them without, within

?

how is it the beggar is never late
                                 for fashion parade holidays
how is it that the less you become able
                                 the more stones there are for throwing
how is it the shit you kick last night
                                 becomes a misanthropic testimony at daylight
how is it that when never comes
                                 you're still in bed?

traveler

i sit on walls, watching dragon's breath color the sky
dragging a blood soaked blade along the edge of rock
i read aloud the words etched down by travelers
the circle spins slower now
i watch the day exit; stage left, single-stage-to-orbit

poem

it's no wonder how it drips onto the wall
tackling crumbles down to their greatest heights
lumber punches swifter at night time
varicose glass handles rambling their procurements
languishing in tube station holidays with verses of steel, vices of corrugation
there's a tooth robbing fruit sitting near a partially encumbered plastic wrapper
waiting and hoping in a vice grip of anticipation

;';';';';';';';';';';';

when it goes away
the stone slab fits neatly in place
the path of no return turns left
i'm still stuck here
will it ever?

fall

busted chompers. worn out tires
the fuel is getting cold and the days are staying warm
reserves are malnourished, page in, page out
electrical hums press softly on dead ears
......fall approaches steadily
page in, page out, shutdown

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my oversight falls flat on its face with the seeping light through
the darkened rags on the windowsill. the opening daybreak
wreaks havoc on the frontal lobe stirrings. like a knife in a blender.
while it has only been twice in happening, where does the
wrap fall, where does it exit to? i'm being presumptuous,
i'm being similarly(predictably) stubborn
but i can sit with a patented patience and watch the events localize in my favor

street

who walked these streets at night, every night,

on their search for truth? 

on their search for beauty? 

did there need to be such a trek as this?

such a lonesome hike on boulevards

not yet paved with modern stone or modern stories



original

days

down hard downtrodden,
the century rolls it's linear discourse into a fractional package
bursting at the seems with animosity towards consistency
with previously parallel lines and a buttered popcorn stain
or hail storm romances bouncing off concrete like 25 cent prizes
lights in tunnels and school buses filled with midnight cackles, dreamt up
by all the dreamers i can fit in my back pocket. howling, laughing.
swept up and around or on top of the dual beams supporting the sky.

and as beer can city topples in every direction we're all supposed
to act as interim mayor, supporting slapdash opinion or clinging to
a rock face precipice. gasping for air every blue moon, every
sidewalk holiday

world

it's time now, and i don't feel it
i feel the city crashing down
the excited scream of an
awakened populace yearning
for destruction, for entropy to
take effect
for the whole damn world
to go away when we ask it to
and we're asking really nicely
so far

poem

sip a distant midnight every once in a while
put your worry shoes on the nighstand
stab backwards with an empty bottle
and a handful of yesterdays worries
toss them out the window, slip your slippers
on and paddle upstream thinking of crispy bits
all the crisps and all the everything else
wrap it in cuddle furs and slap tomorrow silly

stuff

the earth keeps disappearing, and i can't see the stuff
the stuff was right there, where is it?
what's all that? oh jeez, can you take it?
it's finding and searching and looking and hiding it in a hole in the wall
and forgetting you put it there and never never never never
just as it disappears again you grab it. i grab it. there's a lot of grabbing involved
what's that and what's anything anymore. take it. take it and throw it off the cliff