Going Back To Bed
This is not
A poem
Just a general
Statement of
My being
I have a headache
And I’m horny
Neither of these
Can be solved
At the present time
Today Says No
The fail-safes
Have failed
I’m moving slow
Like a snail
Maybe a sloth
Immortal
My fingernails
Are lengthening
To vampiric levels
The sunlight
Taste horrible
On my skin
My coffin
Is cold
Its growing
Dying mold
Combustion Molecular Formula
Brain damage
I can’t manage
To think
Or to do
Cupping my hands
Making shapes
Of two
Jackhammer thoughts
Chiseling away
At things I say
Who Knows
Riding a rollacoaster
Along the curves
Of your spiraling spine
I slapped you
On the ass
And proclaimed it
Mine
Mining for diamonds
In the coal of your heart
My lungs are struggling
From this fresh start
Da Fuq
My litmus test
For any civilization is
How many Walmarts
are in your city?
Window Dreams
I bet I could
Touch the corner
Of the clouds
With my
Outstretched
Tongue
Tasting the rain
On my palette
A clouded palace
Pleasantries
Are the all
The stars gone?
He ran outside
To check
But the night before
All the stars
Broke their necks
So there was only
Shadows in the sky
He ran back inside
Trying not to cry
Blurry Sun
I can’t find
The start
I can’t find
The end
Where does
This spiral begin?
It doesn’t begin
Or end
It just exists
Bumble Mumble
Hold on
To the seconds
Of a ticking clock
Go outside
Talk a walk
Pay no attention
To the constructs
Of time
Crimes of the world
Go unnoticed
While I’m trying
To stay focused
It All Seems Delicious
Blow up
A balloon
Watch it float
Away
Ask it
To back back
Real soon
If it does
POP
It
You can’t
Trust a balloon
That thinks it’s
A boomerang
Spare Parts
At the end
Of the river
I was ready
To deliver
The lost child
It smiled
When I cradled it
In my arms
Taking it away
From all the harms
Of this tiny creation
Into the light of salvation
Plague / Letting It In
There are no
Skyscrapers here
Man hasn’t decided
To fuck with God
Yet
There are bars
Next to every church
We Can Both Can Be Insane
Lose the number
Forget your nine digits
Stop counting minutes
Stop including limits
We are infinite
Like all of creation
I’m inside my shell
Like a crustacean
Stop all of time
Forget how to rhyme
Lose everything
Lose nothing
Pocketing Loose Change
I can’t find
The light switch
I can only read braille
With my eyes
My mouth is hungry
For walking
While my feet are ready
For talking
I smell only
What I can feel
I take only
What I can steal
