night slurry

night tore through
like a lunatic cement truck
bearing down hard
soaking all the world
in its darkest gunk
and i was the fool
at the bottom
swimming up
trying to writhe free
from this circumstance
this statue to
to world
and all my failures
on display
stars resting on my brow
at the bottom of the syrupy stuff
yet still
i was electrified
and alive
writhing
at the heart
with my purest
intentions

insipid blue light

tonight

this insipid blue light

is tearing through

the sinew of

my very eyes,

bloodshot

and boiling with

the fluid that is

bent and misshapen now

and no rest for the

wicked bullshit

which this modern world

requires

handed down not from forefathers

as the station of man

but as a new disease that we have all

contracted

this divalent

viral fungous

into the very marrow

of man

and here i am

a fool to still be seated

in a deceivingly hard chair

my brains melted down

to the floor

and i roll over them with every minor

adjustment

i have gotten good

at some

of these things

and others

i am so far removed

it wastes far more time than

it saves

and i long for days

of woods walking

and running through fields

i should become a ranch hand

and never see the glow of

the power

again

i’d be sure

to read

by candlelight

instead

or, fuck that

just go to bed

and rise with the sun

cured of this vampirical

disease

and standing in the

first rays of day

finally fit as a statue in the

gleaming of the sun and thus

modern man

reborn

waking

what waking dreams have kept me here
within the land of dreams
where i usually think on her sweet face
but tonight im lost from the means
to return again to keep her love
in the garden of time and waste
a rush to find the doorway there
and now i'm in haste to the waist
and thats not all
there is a tiny man
watching me
yes every move i make
and if i see him sleeping
at the slightest move and he wakes
so i cannot escape to where you rest
as long as they know you are there
they watch me now
for i had bragged
that you were worth much more
more than gold and more than steel even more
than all else in deed
and all else is mad
and sharpened the blades
to bring forth the war onto me
its 5 am and staring up
as sheep jump over fences
and all i see is your sweet eye
dripping in sweet confection
and i have spoiled the healthy stuff
now this one im sure i should mention
i hang on tight
onto the wire
strung high and high with tension

medicine man (or, fuck you, i tried)

i always knew

i was just your

soft place to fall

and someday

with wounds healed

you’d walk away

from it all

but the broken

things you left lying

were probably overkill

your collateral

damage

dancing

on the end

of that last call

and you didn’t know

that i knew i was

the doctor

and the medicine

that fixed you

was not my love

but your

poisonous

heart

purging

its yellow puss

all over my

clean white

intentions

i gladly left them

lying around

a sterile field

to soil

with the infection

you were nursing

along

waiting for

a soft

place to fall

and i put on my

paint and feathers

and played the

part to the “t”

a shaman all shaking

shakes free

and the placebo

draws the humors

from the depths of

her sea

and she was

not laughing

the slow

bleeding

and weak

and the patient

begins to shriek

and that’s when

you know its working

when they lose

the control

and it looks like

magic

and then it’s all over

and the shaman

goes home

and puts on a movie

another days work

down

the tube

and as he fades off,

one whisper,

“fuck you.”

but the only one

left is the moon

who smiles

and whistles

a tune...

p.s.

the shaman was me

the woman

was

you

and, oh yeah, the moon

was definitely the moon

if, but

if i were

a free floating seed

on the winds

of this

gentle springtime

i would

light a while

on her sweet

flowing field

but alas

i am a tree

rooted

and curled

comfy

in the soil

of my circumstance

and her abundant

nurture

goo-night

marie,

they are after you

with their

big things

dragging and bounding

on the ground

all goofy

and awkward

with the drooping ears

and wonder eyes

goo-gloppy

love hunger

drooling from the corner

of the mouth

and staring as they bound

in your direction

soaked in scents

of ancient

and cleaned and useless

muscle ridden

they are the

googely trolls

of this bar

tonight

in the land of

"why-did-he-lie?"

so remember

when your years give out

be sure to

keep ‘em wired,

perky-

and-smiling

was your

best feature

so

i hope

you’re enjoying the ride

and the thrill of the chase

from that angle

you have

on the

whole

thing

dripping like

stalactites

in the caves

of your

life