Friday, August 7, 2009

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Lighthouse 2

Once in awhile ain’t often enough
Too sleepy now
Too sleepy now
All right…high strung…untie…realign-malignancy…too often…not high
Enough
Everything here
Is broken,
And never gets
Fixed.
They work to be broken,
And break to get
Fixed.
Even now.
We had El Salvador
We beg you more
Tell the truth, you…
Twelve devils sit lazily on the small beach labeled
“Recreation.”
Twelve unsightly marbled chunks of beef lay on
The shore of some sad country made of
Lost…
Twelve dancing poets begin each verse with
The letter “L.”
Twelve times two is sixty-eight.
Twelve times two is twenty-seven.
Twelve nouns lay in small rows to the left of a small paragraph ‘glyphed with hyphens.
Twelve explanations on the nature of the beast.
Twelve count, twelve, beers lying in disarray upon the street.
Twelve youngsters wondering “What the hell?”
Twelve lessons will be taught today in the village/forest.
Twelve remarkable endings to stories you already know.
Twelve responses to the letters put together to form words.
On a brick wall
In the middle of infinity
Just being twelve
Out there
Somewhere
Just twelve in infinity.
After a few,
They drank drinks,
I drank brew
We moved on
To cover-charge night.
Two stayed back
They had a chat
It was getting late
No time, it wasn’t fine, to get a date.
Home again
In the reptile walls
Alone again
With a beer against
My balls.
I turned on the tube
I made food.
Couldn’t drink the rest
Ashtray on end table
Used the beer bottle for the rest.
Push buttons for fine women
None were on
The night wasn’t long
To bed with a head
Full of dehydrants.
Wake up
Got a cup
Drank it down
With a frown
The morning at nine
Wears a gown
Of thick gauzy shade
The time, my meal, my mind
All made.
Chores to do
Things to pick up.
I have to work tomorrow
The coffee was hot
What happened last night…
I forgot.
Relatives come in
“You look so thin”
Lonely at last
Two days more.
When does it end?


Lighthouse 3
On the beach,
Back on the beach.
I enjoyed the preliminary
Events which took me
Off to sea.
I snicker as I say it,
Because I laughed at what
I saw.
As I rose and fell in
The rusty maw.
There were people
And places,
Beer and food,
Women and sanity.
Why the sour mood?
Because I floated away
On a raft all my own.
I floated away and made the rusty water my
Home.
But that is unnecessary
For the flagrant
Grant of cynicism
Cynics die diers
And cheats
And they burn
In the oil
Of their own defeats.
Those jolly-free-luckys
Always will prevail
In their free-thinking
Oh, don’t they brood on the monkeys?
Not a good sign.
Rise of foreign power
Foreign to all
From forth came
From late dawn
Child of the snake
Came in numbers
Three to the head
Rose right up from us
Rose unnoticed to all
Child of the snake.

Black Light

The black light
In my room
Covers the walls.
It creats illusion
In these damp, dead
Walls.
I see escape in
Rectangles on the wall.
I feel them sucking at
Me,
Pleading
For light.
Gone too long.
And that sucking feeling
In my stomach and
Skin,
Vomiting,
Sweating
Soon winter will
Fall on those
Black lights
And they’ll
Find peace
In those
Dead, sick
Nights.
Ten.
Twelve.
Eleven.
Deutch.
Algebra.
Thermo.
Blankets.
Afghans.
Climate.
Degrees.
Endo.
Ecto.
Dead children.
Rotten maple syrup on flesh pancakes eaten by serial killers yet to be extinguished.
Old Shakespearean actors with constant hangovers, who sleep in condos in New York, who own real estate and drive Saabs and/are has-been, dead lying on your porch.
In the cell
And as of now,
No thought occurs
Without detailed,
Methodical…

Thy Majesty’s Secret

Excuse me, but I need you to hear the
Unsteady thunder of this metal dildo
Rocket, clunking, into the air.
Faaabulous, she said.
Hard handful of choices.
Dark hairs lost for blonde hopes.
I still know
I was once like you.
Specimen all over the sheets.
I live in a tower.
And am still reminded
I’ve become my own hobby.
Kept thinking you’d be back
I wish I was better in the sack.
I wish I had more strength to explain this
All.
They said it to me too many times.
Some understanding.
And I thought I didn’t need to learn.
I found out I didn’t.
And this was much harder to
Understand.
One time I put the foot on the gas and passed all this bullshit and still ended up fucking nowhere.
Spending time
Relapsing with tonic and a lime
Wondering what you did
Left home for god forbid
Come backon holiday
And find it’s another day
No more of what you knew
They’re all lost
Just like you.
Here an now you know exactly where you are
You find you lost it…
And only have what’s left of it.
Get it quick!
Get it quick!
Eat the life of shit!
Buzzards make my bed!
Fly!
Have you had the time I keep?
Dead animals tossed flaming in a heap
Explaining smell of sheep
Desert the ditches quick!
Desert the ditches quick!
Heathen
Farmer
Leprosy
Why my time
I spend
Wasting away
Tomorrows, todays
In that same cottage
Down the road
It’s so cold
Bread into mold
Drunks into gold
It was a Tuesday
There we sat
Let’s lye the bastard
And pick them bones clean
Then we’ll wash our hands twice
Schizophrenia
You know what I mean?
Computer controlled
Utopia
Eating planet to planet
Cravings bad
Nothing to do or say
Can help me now
Cravings bad
High strung…high strung…high strung…high stung…high strung…high sturng…high


Jan. 10

Lower afternoon
In suburban town
Hildren in the street
The blue is going down.
High strung…high strung…high strung…high strung…high strung…high strung…
Coffee caked on the corners o fmy mouth
Holes in my drawers
Holes in the floors
Nicotine in the corners of my eyes.
High strung…high strung…high strung…high stung…high strung…high stung…high
Leprosy.
Famine.
Pakistan.
Jail.
Time.
Flying walrus.
Out of time.
Some more time.
Boxes.
Bags.
People…more people…some more people…even more people. Too many
People.
Umbrellas.
Daffodils.
Maples syrup.
Children.
Voit.
Toilets.
Porno.
Slacks.
T0shirts.
Jeans.
Periods.
School.


Tunnel Vision

Looking out window
To far for me to conceive
I don’t know what it is.
Depression?
Feels like infinity
I can’t see passed it
The clouds try to border
But only frame
Small part of whole
And the sun sets
Closing forever
Drugs.
Rehab.
Slow dad.
Microphones
Leprosy again.
Tea cups.
Kettles.
Sat-inking into the couch
Stomach like pimpled pouch
Overweight and dry as a bone
Like sid said “Gramma take me home.”
High strung…high strung…high strung…high strung…high strung…high strung…high
Peace
Ever since
I signed the lease.
Can’t recall
Just what you are
But know that your not it.
This is the place you start
Some place farther than your heart
Some place to depart
The gauze of everyday
Happened curiosity lead to tragedy
Left the haven of the womb
For just a little more room

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