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black and pink erupt up ahead = hammering of skull - swaying of trees - come so far into bended knees - fastidious shrine spreads the field - the deity deep - the worship goes around the sweat grinds down - humidity,flies, flies and disease - hepatitis A B and C - saffron robes open to womb - the milky way fills the room - answers come and questions go.

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The top spins so fast
The axis skims the ground
Dancing - gliding - poping of the ground dying to move all directions at once

At the core the force has created a vacuum
No ground just sky
No home just flight
- the spin creates the spun

JUST ANOTHER NIGHT

Unconnected
Dial tone
The mirror of cold shoulder makes one see

The distance between stars
Would be made short work compared to my loneliness

I orbit the deep space of neglect
Revolving around me is the moon of selfishness

How far under the crust can love possibly be…..
The canary in cage
Feet up, beak stiffly open
Death by broken heart
Death by broken heart

-The wrecking ball does swing
Hairy knuckles on control
The weight of your world
Your body pays the tolls
-Good days and bad
Happy worlds and trash
-Lipstick paradise
shots of whiskey would be nice
-Virgin thighs for my head
And the debt is undead
-Were the crazy corner gospel
street man hymns
-Bacon frying on a tin can land
And an old women living in a shoe
….… screaming get your ass back in this house
you dirty S - O - B
-Ice cream truck fairy sprinkles the youth with the sav of ” it will be o k ”
And the paste of DOOM is in home room, roll called today
the carpets stained with blood and walls filled with death the names in a tumbler spinning stained glass for their breath -
-The memory of sunshine found dead on its apartment floor
souls In the headlines for acts against the state
- the better part of ourselves the better half raped
a legacy of shame the size of a nation
-poor it up as a strong libation I ve got stories to tell but I do not tell them well
a minor from kentucky on a purple horse and buggy said all was still in the cycloptic hills cuz there is no oxygen left to breath
- the canary is on its knees choking and hacking and forgetting about its wings
- and there lies the trouble from brother to sister
all in one image and stuck outside
- the dirty damn truth is there is no where to hide
- the dirty god damn truth is there where to hide

Hence the sorrow
Where upon it will double tomorrow
If only Time would laugh
Before the scissors of death sharpen their craft

Her clouds form a keep sake of regret
Angles start to dance while family and friends make wagers
And bets

The heart doesn’t open it races with fear
It is not my tragedy - don’t bring your poison here

To take the hand is to pay the price - how much do I owe for the gift of life

The fone of hate
Dials through the hellish
Noose the cord
Brain tumor from wave upon wave
Twisted cell struggle the canyon of diatribe

it doesn’t come fast
rotten honey drips
the ending
the blurry screen
the burden
the seats smell of piss, mediocrity and slow
charcoal grilled death………………..the fire long gone i search the ash for my broken heart.
with dirty fingers i find a bucket of lost time at the bottom of an ash tray.

Oh you persistent angle
You are no hell hound
You are horror in all white

Why insist there is light inside me
I am of the dark, I’ve come to accept - why not you ?

I cannot withstand a direct screening of your face
No capacity
I will shatter like a mirror
Like a glass

Church pews and hymnals
Were a cold hand pointing you out ( an upside down clarion call )
Lifesavers are the Eucharist

The dumb down depictions cover the church walls
stealing your ability to be attractive

This nervous system is fragile
Vintage wiring lost all insulation
Living with a tooth freshly pulled

gnawing ache of desperate heart
the swelling of a needy chest
the pounding
the throb
the throbbing

the relentless tempo of unfulfilled need driving him to
slide like a sneak thief into her
soup kitchen

a tiny bowl reaches out
elbows locked
hands wrapped in gloves of neglect
pouring through his soggy trousers, a puddle of self esteem at his feet

the prude steps up and ladles out the tepid waters
delivering a bit of this and a chunk of that, insulting the mans bowl
the letters floating at the top read “ after thought soup “

the under whelming eucharist is delivered with a battery acid tongue
and the emotional equivalent of handing a starving man a pack of gum

mediocrity dripping down his greying chin
dull spoon stabbing wildly
his shame - this holocaust of love

tears of resignation penetrating the kitchen floor
bread crumbs and control