the answer is not empty
muse not divine
my ruse disguised
something new, new - these tools are old
balance and counter ounces for hours
new music for new brains - new molds stretched
taut over the reptile - stretched tight like a sail
as we sail far, far away, on the bones of ancestors
full of songs, full of words, full of song
so far we'll sail, and others sail further, so far
to new places, and old places with new faces
races to change - surge the surface, break free
of free - emotions - new bricks - so new still wet
with mud birth, still shifting wiggling wobbling full of earth
and fire chars bubbling up bridges. The new consumes
the new is fire the new is the language behind the language
above the language above - the code behind the open
words spoken across breakfast cereal - the new is not the
answer, charred gears, red, blue, white hot jarring,
whirring, scurrying panting ranting reaming beaming
careening being broken spokes sprockets blotches rockets roar
doors open tokens kicked between broken bits of me to you
these needs needs sewn strewn bloom blast craftily
wafting through the atmosphere - beads of the beast not
the mother - trapped in cast cacoons, happy to fast
under the moon finger pointed jointed digger's digit
pigeon shit. And yet, what can you do? Bellow as you fall
or close your eyes- imagine flight. Fun. focus, Hocus pocus
chokes us, charm the marming fire
farm, calm the storm swarming trees, soften the
hoots so roots can join and joke. Still
playing out the play, but we've left the stage=
still costumed - made up fake sucking out the
truth, sage sleuths. You can ask all you want, but the
answers won't reveal. Fall over edges leading descending ledges
seekers know. Ingrained in your psyche, burned so
deep, it resonated on every note, is your path
to wherever. Live in other times minds remain.
build a house in the jungle. Approval. Undercurrent
ripples whip aboundingly sounding out loudly on
bars or bristles - hardy missiles pause and sizzle
whittle away the gray casing embracing
ideals delivered to a T are dangerous
kindness feels its way through the muck
New worlds unfurled embrace
The meaning of your life lies in a river on a
raft. You sit a giver among friends.
Looking further bends the frame
ends the game
Don't stray too far
heed Father Daedalus' tears
always lights at the end
Around the bend in the river
the meaning of life, and you the giver.
Not satisfying, well, oh well.

howling blare

gears grind raw like chainsaw on chainsaw
memes lost call: spiking wave falls and brain stalls
call connectors, calling collectors: forget your debtor
his cortex was jetissoned I bet it's in the
wall crawling somewhere a crater we'll explore later this Fall
studded tires fire the mud, churn blood butter
up the other slope
the bod slows slowly woefully in muck, stuck
or spinning free?
It's authentic bliss schizophrenic kiss gents live in the walls
of their own being
awarded a psych ward for life bored minds unite
few ever ate cheddar on the jackal that old cacklin' cook
Luciph's laquer goo trapped the mad hatter's boot the cat and
the red and blue queens too screaming like two peas in a soup
true:the following three are false
the hallower the head the bigger the mouse
vomitting cosmic ashes, lashes
linked blink, blink, trains crossing
rains tossing wipers like mighty striking vipers
keeping time to the tune of hyper pied pipers
whining with disuse grinding tooth on tooth
to hear truth's heir: the howling blare of
I don't care!

-changed

I'd rather be a wandering philosophy
spouting my gossamer gospel from
hostel to hostel
I'd rather ponder the laws that be
shouting crossly 'cross hell from
hassle to hassle
I'd rather rag serene old blues tracks
beaming lucid dream facts for free from
jackal to jackal, jeckel to hyde
fat sacks full double bags tied blessed mind
mirror blind steerer
of fortunes trouble binds the tides blears
the torture horticulture shears the green children
building dream vines but the freak rides out the wave
devout, depraved, saved, engraved
outside his house his tombstones
deep asleep from his room thrown
into this schisming scamper you can't
recant the brain's decanter or answer a howling blare
I'd rather not be cancer, the drab crab dancer granting foul over fair
I'd rather stop the dancing axis that lances the earth
and stand back and wait for man's rebirth.

ancient tradition

freewritten


That ancient tradition
Fat haitians in the kitchen
bitchin for some bread
that revered art
pulled apart
blow for blow
I let you go
That sacred art
the mission: subsist on tail
rail for rail all hail the jail
of fucking prophet robins harbingers
of wars boring boners boning in Rome
falling Stone rise Chrome
lying high on the Dome
skytrack tight backed sexlette swank
shut up mind let me fuck this skank
do what my dick needs chick
seeds sows rows of hoes frenzy of fucking
so lucky squish your rubber ducky
I'm a monkey. Like my father and his
before him and his so on the ancient tradition
veneered rights of passage to the ass ignites the
nostrils fossil balls jerk and jam man I gotta
get laid, so I gotta get paid, trade your dick for
tricks shit jobs in pit fog Fuck it. Happy slappy pig
bitch twitch your stick, cut that shit out, cut the
shit off-tale so old it's lame, slay the game it's a
cancer not the answer to life, the fog not the light
so why live, why give a shit? You ask too much
casket and crutch crunch your hunch that this
is it, get lit or lost pause poetically pathetically caused
and cast about shouting 'Who turned the light out?',
show yourself Know thyself? Behold thy belt sky melts
oozes out. Red in tooth and claw, to bed
to wed the roof with falls and howls to our
grandads thrusting, dandy lions crying bees behind
defile them suck their nectar free, to be free
that's what we need. But what then. What's the story
without the gory end? Without boy meets girl and
then ....? It's that bitch the itch, keeping your pitch
clean timbre in line - necessary evil weaving her
will through your stills. Sit and listen children
to our revered tradition, yes sit and listen, love's
cooked up in the kitchen sit and listen, glistening
breasts quick sharp breaths pierce the lungs of lovers
longing, heroin hits, three quick kicks for free
'but this is who we are!' you plead.

-jeysus

don't knock it till you rock it
and clock out a socket
don't drop out till you vomit
and spray up on it
work it, bezerk it till you short circuit
murky inks, sinking the squish
deep dish bliss sounds delish
fish diving on a rainy day
lock jawed jamming can't get away
the knock knock's slammin
my man as he drops in his grave
a slave to the slushy mushy muck
love sucks
slurpy chirpy digging deeper in a hurry
he's thirty she's perty, cheap 'n dirty

forst fire people drive me crazy lazy
the great feat phantoms pantomimed couch potato
personified stay away it apple dry
clean cut prim and proper preposition listen cool
crisp lean air tears out his trachea lucky duck
spoons friendship and trust are dust