Monday, December 19, 2011

Constant state of repair

Although all the evidence
stands as fact
to the jurors
on the jury

" Yes indeed I have ten fingers
followed only by ten toes that were bequeathed to me
by some dieing sailor that had no use for his digits"


Lying there
frying there
dieing there
on his death bunk
or makeshift cot.

" Yes, yes the facts are true, in fact as true
as the day is long ( about 12 hours in the right season)
but I am not just another fully appendage baby
laying in some Jewish hospital
or blessed Mary mother of bog
place for the healing of the sick
and the sinned, and the stained..."

I must not be of this world
I pound into my head over and over
like a record skipping
or a little flower girl
in a little flower dress
skipping home
from a Sunday school
where she was intentionally conditioned
to say " I believe"
by a crusted
god fearing mouth
"amen"

"I'm from mars, I'm from the moon"

I'm in a constant state of repair
but I can't find the right part
for my radio flyer I've conditioned for space travel
I must of hit my head upon entering your atmosphere
because I don't recollect much

I just remember
a bunch of government screws
standing around me
pointing and poking me
with clicking and whirling boxes

" This is straight outta E fucking T"

But I had no Elliot
no savior
all I have now is peculiar behavior
and them with no remorse
they hear my voice
straight from the mouth of the horse

"Another nail in your coffin
at the opening of every new golf course
I'll take it upon myself
to prune it at the source"

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Does everyone have it this good?

Unwavering
Indecision
cool climate controlled
comfort zone

" doesn't everyone have it this good?"

The television
dulls me
sucks away my
formidable years

Alarm clock
breaks my spine

Howling

Early morning revelry
feels more like
Taps...

Every new day
is the start
of the end

The mirror
breaks my face...

1997

Saturday, December 17, 2011

Consume

Theres to much
who with half a brain
could give a fuck

I know I don't need it
but still I consume shit

My cell phone is watching me
and I can't afford cable T.V.
I've removed my mask
and served you sushi
on my apprehensive
naked body

You're gonna eat what I pick
and I hope you choke on it

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Your car wreck

Ram your foot
at the dash
press your flesh
to slam
at the pedal
man

Life a preview
before
your fatal crash
no chance to redo
the way it came to pass

The screech constricts
to swallow
you whole

Brake lights
are fixed
jaw dislocates
on your soul.

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Anthill

I'm not proud. but I stepped on an anthill today. It was maliscious. it had purpose. I could of stepped the other way. Almost like if the world wont listen. than the ants will have to pay
Their world is crushed
Their tornado is because of my bad day.
They are little
I am big
who cares what they have to say.

From above
crushing sole
the heel toe way
If you dont want
to be noticed
Than just die where you lay and that's where you'll stay rebuilt in a day effortless laborious wishing I was the same way...