armada

a withered flower
a smoky ashen timber
a deflated ballon
now soon
am i
destined for sleepyworlds
where immortal giants slay the
bodies left strewn and screaming
from this uphill battle
racing toward the last step
i took
and here in this world of noise
the ceiling fan
wrrrr...
and ac
roars like a disastrous carnivore
there is a blinking streetlight
and a headache creeping
the world at the door
and, 'nevermore'
or whatever
the morgue might be
my only respite
'a great notion'
but the dawn hides behind
the mountain
and there are bills to pay
and battle to rage
the armada of my aspirations
ill get em 1 by 1
and cats to kill
but thats no fun
its just what they say
for the getalong
whimpering there
at break of day
and 1 by 1 sun up
sun down
and i'm worn out
the revolution is almost over
for me
or you could say its,
almost here
and the prideful smile
ran out with the gas for now
and i'm all worn out
a withered flower
a smoky ashen timber
a deflated balloon
melting and dripping
to sleepylands
and demons
friends
i'll be there soon...

burns so bright

i see the world in flashes of light
at least thats the way it seems tonight
a thundershower in my head
it crashes so hard
i must be dead
but not so much yet i'm
in my bed
and scratch is pressed
so tightly to my side
just like
when we are sleeping
this mental drug i've been working
leaves me needing
scratching at my side
now you get the irony
i am shredded here
and the music
takes me for a ride
and is
said to cause flashes of light
or so says the crazy banger
the bouncing animal
who sits behind me
when i'm watching
girlies dance and
move their glorious vessels
her perfect breasts
her jeans in tow
and shes on a roll
writhing like a lady
who is acting like a ho
whoa and here we go
with her slightly stated tattoo
the music makes flashes of light
if you listen hard
but its just the world
bro
fucking with your head
just like tonight
my heart is racing
from a world that moves too fast
like them honeys
out there
shaking that ass
and smiling
and here i watch in
horror
because its only the world
if you squint-your-eyes
you can see it pulling the strings
that lead to her sultry side
and its fucking with my head
the lighting in here and the boom of
leaden hammers
thump thump thump thump
if i cant slow it down or stop it
i know i'll wind up dead
but scratch is pressed up beside me
licking his feet
like something sweet
but i'm not
laughing tonight
i see the world in flashes of light
and it burns so bright
oh man
it burns so bright

scarecrow

scarecrow lying on the side of the road

motorcycle wheels spinning too

like a halloween approximation

of the headless horseman

only

it’s the middle of june

shredded clothes

dirt brown

and all torn down

a patterned flesh

like burlap and hay

and there is likely

no walking

away

crimson in the grass

like christmastime

little bits of metal that sparkle

and shine

gravel kicked up on the road

in an erratic artwork

like pollock on speed

and there was a young girl

playing hopscotch across the street

when the sound of

scraping metal hit the air

and the slow motion ballet

was superimposed

on her flipping hair

skipping up and down

while it all went down

and the siren that she made

by the time the artwork was made

and minutes before

the ambulance

came….

....and i drove by

the lights

on my way

to something

joyful

sweet vidalias (house of pain)

sweet vidalias on the grill

house of pain in the window

sitting on the porch-boards

old rusty lawn chair

sipping from the bottle

stars in the sky

fresh cut grass

and singing oh my my

and the cat in the window too

now

meowing out loud

and the stars started falling all around

slow motion spinning

finally the world was still for

just a brief moment

and i caught it but...

there’s

work left to do

‘miles to go...” or whatever

and a part of me is

trippin’

‘pack it up

pack it in’

i could get in 

the car and hit the highway

making a living

sanding surfboards in cali

or playing hip hop acoustic

on the beach

in maui

‘battle me,

thats a...’

nice thought

-nothing but the world

coming knocking

but i am here

banging away

no rest

for the

real men

and here i go

again

‘i came to win’

so sleep is a sin

or so i was told

long before

i got old

so,

here we go....

missing pieces 123

This empty bottle of wine

This small town bar is alright

You were the girl

Outside the place where the lights went down

And I thought about the girl

Holding onto me

Closer than the water

Thought about a girl

Before you turn away to go

Kiss me goodbye

Kiss me goodbye

Now walking back remind me

before you turn away to go

I don’t know

Why I came here love

I don’t know why I came   whoo-hoo

And these stars seem mighty bright

That I might die

I don’t know why I came here

I like your new place

Don’t just stand there pretty

With that sad look on your face

I’m drunk on wine

So I thought about the girl

And she walked down on me

by the seas of my disconnection

and the silence

born into

the night

dream eaters

i wonder if you think of me after all these years

i think of you each time it rains

and when the sun shines down

i’ve had a silver ring

to someday grace your hand

but probably too late

and probably far too long

but empty empires fade to dust

just like a lonely man

i thought of you

in some town somewhere

i was lost in this big world

i would have called 

i’ll see you in the evening,

when you tell me of your dreams

the only time we’re not apart

is inside the walls of sleep

and the dream eaters are coming fast

with their bright white teeth

hungry to feast

on my memories

the only remaining place

that i see your face

and here they come

the monsters of my

lonely fear

and they are here

so

goodbye i guess

i will hold them off as

long

as i can

but there are so many

and i

am

overcome

so

quickly

these

days