Saturday, August 31, 2013

Althea Redux

settle back, jack, from this close attack
flush these minutes down through the cracks
its your shifted eyes that crowds attract
althea, my friend, give him some slack
gravity's grave is earths decay
widdled down reason, your words a play
crimson drips from a shiny blade
the knifes removed but the scar has stayed

The voices eclipse the surrounding mist
evinced in glimpses of embers crisp
in stoked excitement the twilight grips
fabric catches static and quickly rips
it's seam is stripped to shreds and slips
like words from lips that crack and split
a bed to rest and dreams distinct
Althea for me your his fingerprints

Loose with the truth, stokes the rising fire
truce is the news, but your starting to perspire
rain down friction when the scene seems dire
gets you clutching to the edge when you're down to the wire

Words of Wisdom

I'll always remember what my mother told me,
that I might be alone though her word may hold me
I should have been smart just stop and listen
but I talked too much, which left her reason hidden
but here's the admission, I won't deny my mission
to learn to breath, though i'm inconsistent
but my words they clang, souls might sting
clothes mights tear, and my worries cling
she said to wait, though patience had me thinking
I dug a trench, but then tried to sleep in
when I second guessed, memory stood to reason
I creeped in, a mental waring treason, but who sees in
also frees him, cancels pain, just to create beacons
light that streams from the current season
careful now just to relieve, just to ease in
don't ease don't ease, please freeze the seizure
of current teasing of the evolved creature
taught jesus is love, but his father the reaper.

When she spoke so slow, my soul it glowed
just to learn and know, that my mind might grow
but the bullets fly, scatter gull and crow
risen up from low, sky high fly explode
current event, dispense knowledge and less tense
past phrase, more intent then heads, bettin less
sell high and buy low fabulous phrase 20th century pharaoh
just so you know turn the phrase your way, current and flooded play
rising water, bursts the levies way, channel to delta, left a vast array
of blood sweat dripping, castle bridge enlisting 
knights to defend these walls, as princes drink 
deep in it's shrouded mead hall, as observers die and crawl, 
towards hell to vanquish all. Stand up tall, don't slouch, 
couple your money and your mind, porch or couch, cat call

vanity fall, like icculus, wax dripping and all. 

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

In this collision course...

I'd lay a bet down on this quarter horse
even when he's on an unrequitted collision course
cause there's nothin worse
than subverting the outcome for an empty purse

he becomes a subliminal victim who is pivotal
in the rise and fall of the digital
mega-pixalated yet invisible
criminal enterprise who is striving for the literal
signs that their uprising,
is now heading toward the visual
definition of the end of the line,
yet confined to the pre-assigned material
outlining the sublimation of the holy and ethereal
by denying closed eyes for the misanthropic lies of the surreal
while trusting senses that are strangers
offering false hope for real danger,
the tattered remnants in piecemeal.
starring at a mirrored image inqusitive
wondering if this is for real

In this collision course
incontrovertable evidence that the defense forced
to the tongue tied jury, staring like a wide eyed fire cracker
distractor of the middle of the packer
who would rather explode than begin to attack her
for the guilt that would spawn from that violent matter
that soon bursts like excited atoms in the nuclear reactor
poised hell-bent on a multi core melt down disaster
sending all living creations straight to the hereafter.

in this collision course
fictional realities, caused the mind to divorce
all possible actions simultaneous distractions
counteracting the last basking moment as if fractions
rehashed the common denominator, now basking
below the line, so below the radar, everlasting
it's pale visage grimaced against its young age contrasting
the vertigo-holy roll, spun face up, with rotations lasting
nearly half an hour past, the last detonated blasting

in this collision course
worse off then the tattered remnants of lost wars
forced wounded soldiers from battlefield to golf course
with cleats clicking like machine ticking off phantom morse
chores abandoned, for the random hand of some cheap whores
consorting with cohorts, blow-blowdarts blown at a war horse,
disemboweling nietzsche, incompletely, spewing psycho-babble discourse
enormous, weight hung Wiley, smiling acme catalog mail source
plugged their three pronged prognosis, stamped and endorsed
the metal acting fastened, fashion, camo-laden ashes with no remorse

Tuesday, March 5, 2013


Its a new age politics, call it stop drop and logistics
while I'm scanning in through the out door your trading candidates like stock tips
asking who are you out for, I see your casino chips stacked high like thick bricks
your only lobbying for your next fix so you and your constituents can get higher than olympus

and your telling us, its victims, its in us, but thats fictitious
Its like a full moon in full bloom when the high tide is vicious
you're just fly by the night and your intentions are wicked
with blinding headlights crossing street lines your actions are malicious

Now your trying to defend your victimless wars
with your Rooks framed by pawns
send your white night to C4
now that your toes tasted sand
shifted your soldiers toward land
and your devastating our shores
like fracking for gas
every stateline your pass
tallies one victim more