gone baby

dancing with death
is nice
if you don't think twice

i never imagined you
what you would see
or hear
your sex is ageless
your form is shapeless
lust
and its just my imagination
here you entered
and i can't speak
can't think, can't dream

there's no saving
the world now
everything burns, you know
you know
or is it just me
its the humidity
its you in the room
its everything all at once
its too much
and never enough

and i'm a slave
a slave to the system
good night sweet prince
sweet dreams, but no sleep
one day
but you can't understand
you can't possibly understand
can you
these pretty words
dance in your head
like baubles on a string
i plant them
and their pretty tendrils
because we're in this together
i bet you didn't know
we are now
we were always in this
together
i spread like dust
over the ocean
my dreams are the dreams
of a thousand sinners
my heart is the eye
and my words are the shear
that gives you sight
and burns your bridges

it doesn't matter
if you like me
if you, like god
or unknown
we live in a dream
you live in my dream
of you
so hard to keep track
anymore

ok stay with me now
hold on, stay with me
don't let go
no shuddering
don't speak, don't
remember

i don't
remember
and we're
gone

cool

I'm not slowing down
I got a head full of ash
And a pocket full of dust
And death ain't got nothing on me

In these choked up streets with
coked up street walkers
suits pressed, pumps
honey you're not that fresh
don't try to sell me your shit
cause i'm not buyin

no time for most
of these chumps
plug in and download
the day's latest personality
eyes glazed mouths frothed
who are these motherfuckers?
waiting for mr. marketer to tell them
what's cool

you wanna know what's cool?

to be wild and free
like a shimmering heat
like a howling wind
whipped and fierce in the night
to not buy it
not buy in
to wonder
and feel wanderlust
and the blood pumping in your ears
and to be uncontrolled
beyond control
beyond shame
and to burn
and self-destruct
and be reborn
and die and die
and not to stop
and not lie down
and not fork over
and not ever stop
and screaming fear
and pushing still
and eating the heart of life
to gain its strength
and not ever slowing down

summer heat

short sleeves for the long haul
on the bright afternoon
baseball gloves caked with dirt
and leather smell
and the girls with nothing there
these are the things of my dreams

fresh cut grass
and the birds are singing
dogs walking
old men strolling and winking
cold hands from the beer i'm drinking
there's nothing else
hot rocks and my fingers are screaming
waves crashing
and bikinis dancing
down green streets
and in the alleys
life exploding from cracks in pavement
these are the thoughts i'm thinking
these are the things of my dreams

stone

hardness

after a life of yielding

it has at last come to this

and here i am

pressed against you

arms braced, tense

my mind is locked

its key enconsced above me

driven, mad

with blood, old rage, old sorrows

collected and pooled

in shimmering beads of

sweat, rolls down my brow

and here i am free, powerful!

see! you, look here

here hangs a free man

whose hands are caked

with earth

a symbol of my crawl up

from my own beginning

siren

sun-dropped
in hues of shade and
penumbra

knower
whirlwind, tempestuous
boon of forlorn
bringer and holder

there was an island, south
i saw her there
in sun, brazen, statuesque
impalpable
she waves at me still

saturday

a whole lot of nothin'

waiting for the gate to open

the ringing bell

days and months and years finally

tired and well-worn

slide ghostly behind

and here i am

another saturday

words now

miles davis on stereo

hazed thought, grizzled hair

dimmed lights, reflections

so much has come

so little for wanting

roads go forward

paths, winds in sullied arch

leading out, beyond this

what is

this punctuated quiet

and me here

another saturday night

lost to the clouds

I

power

and on and on and on

I cannot slow myself

i breathe heaving

a great jellyfish

a soldier-giant plodding along

dream-scaped corridors

endless, cracked and graying halls

sallow hands shaking

despondent faces in throng

in multitude, unwitting of origin

Outdated implementations

Cannot abide it

listless cranking

back and forth and back to unfixed end

it forms within my psyche

tinkers

and wheel arcs

searing thought

to set me off

and i am gone