You Could Fall In

I am looking into the face of an empty hole,
that forever turning abyss,
sucking me in spitting me out
teaching me that I am such a small part of it all and
I will be lucky to taste eternity once,
Like Dostoyevsky on the scaffold
waiting to be hanged,
and the Sun coming up over the face of God
illuminating Him OR Her or It,
I am constantly abuzz,
My mind like a fly,
spinning in circles around the family meal,
waiting to lay my love after laying in shit,
No one can quiet me, not even myself.
Bloody Bloody Bloody Sunday,
that is the day we all become cannibals
and taste flesh
Tasting bitter,
Will I ever find my way?
I hope it is not the cross.
No! , not me

Pretty

Pretty pretty bluebirds
starving through a fever

Nightmares

This dainty nothing
Putting on flower print dresses
and dancing on corpses
While all around
Decay eats up
the Space we inhabit
and Air conditioned nightmares
light those still awake
on fire

Fragments

I am a fragile creature,
A piece of wind could blow me over and over and gone
O how I crave
To bust the head of everyone who told me
I failed
What is fa(i)lling?
Am I doing it now?
I can feel the earth coming closer and closer
O to find myself in bits of ecstasy,
how rare.
My angst justifies my forever wandering stare.
That is the final nail,
the final word to slip so sweet off my tongue.
My veins carry all of that guilt right into my heart and
my heart pumps it all over
I am a walking shard
I am so fragile
so fragile,
O Dear, is that the sea?

Not Yet A Ghost

Yes, but what of our bodies?
The sweat and the suffering?
What of the taste of those so sweet?
What of our tongues?
Those branches of human love
Reaching,
Reaching to spring life from our tips
And more, What of our scars?
The story of our pain
The collective sigh writ large on shades of gray
A map of our sores you can follow into oblivion
My father is living in a world of coffins.
Every day is a protest.
"I will not be swallowed whole"
He does not scream but
I do
I have grown hoarse from yelling lullabies in the dark

Screaming

Teenage girls fucking their boyfriends in the ass in the back of their dads camaros,
screaming in the wind that life is just one insane fire
and they are going to Burn Burn up in it

Away With That Old World

We do not want dialogue but destruction!
A thousand rusty words and dusty books
blown to the earths edge
We do not want your hand but your throat,
Running blood pumping life back into this world
We do not want to compromise but
to seize every hour,
To put the preachers tongue on the gallows,
to let the wind carry all off us away.
What we want is
to see

Howl, You Almost Saved Me

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by sadness
Holes poking through their skins causing all the light to leave
rolling down flights of stairs yelling for their hearts
Wondering who scraped their rib cages
why their blood spilled all over the concrete
and no one stopped to pray
Many of them trying to fly
Like crows eating the dirt that others have left
I am scared of what the desert brings,
all the roses withered and my crucifix burned up in the storm
All the sand is wearing
wearing us down.
My ivory bones are beginning
to shine

Vengeance

Lines flowing down the street like the Colorado in a rain storm
tongues lolling around mouths, eyes begging the air for just one taste of bread
Shadows darken the eyes of all those dear Italian mothers as their children weep for their stomachs
Distended and empty,wilted roses in their gut
Craving anything the world is willing to burp into their mouths

While flesh eaters drive fifty thousand dollar cars and have their jewels polished with the sweat of men who are widows and women who are screaming for love.

And all the saints are torn up at the stake

those that threw fire in the windows of the bloodless mansions
those that spoke of a land where there was no hurt,
no watching your baby die in the gutter while flies picked at their soul so it never made it to heaven

All that the priests of knowledge told us was a lie
All their monuments are made of sand and one day
we will be the wind that blows them all away.

Your heart is a tiny shrunken abortion they said.
Your eyes do not see anything
Your ears are all clogged with dust.
Your soul is a vulture picking at the wheel of life
making it spread out and stretch the muscles
of all those that build your house.
Yes, now all the saints are burning up
but one day
you will be forced to know what divine fire is waiting

None

I will not offer one finger of solace to you, my teeth are all over the pavement trying to smile

What we Carry

All of my beautiful angels are hiding their scars behind their backs
Carrying around stones in their chest
Fathers screaming about death in the middle of the night
brothers with nose lined nightmares
O my little heart
I am rocking you back and forth
in dreams
I love you and every night I pray
you turn your back
on all those pills with bones on their face
O Dear Father o Dear Mother
O Dear Lover
please rock me back and forth
I am so scared
So Scared of Life

The Disgust is Dripping Down my Chin

If the bourgeois
Tears
all the life from our
eye lashes
and causes our limbs to
fall down like lepers
in the cobble stoned street
We will throw Molotovs
and burn their wings to dust
So we
can be the ones
who Soar

Close Your Eyes

In Dreams I see
Cops
on fire
and poor Kennedy running down the black
Sticky pavement
Blood running out of his mouth
And his devout Catholic hair
blown all over the street
The whole country is
dripping tears
all over the TV screen
All the prisons are burning down
In my dreams
And all the philosophers are
Growing Hoarse
From yelling
Mad Songs to the dusty shelves
Of History