Friday, March 18, 2005

Cosa Nostra

In this thing
of ours

we say without
speaking
know without
thinking
act without
moving
change without
trying

in silence
we become

Tuesday, March 08, 2005

Adonis, descending.

You may feel now the blue winds of changing
yet we will call up a stale, run-of-the-mill tempest
to fly every seed from your lush window-boxes.

Howl down your trenchcoat's sanforized attendance
explode all the grains of new living's enchantments
we collect in the folds of consignment dependents.

We pack souls in pale light and on dreams wet cement.

Monday, March 07, 2005

The Hyphenated Ma-n

Pierced by the Ar-row of T-ruth
Ba-lance-d on the Ca-nine Fulc-rum
Weighed up-on a Tin Halo
Me-asu-red with Ja-de Inf-in-it-ies

The Hyphenated Ma-n
Con-spires al-one in Unt-angl-ing
Endless Future Gods

I Al-ways Ob-serve

Saturday, March 05, 2005

Automatador

Quaver memory's dappled substance aflame.
Zephyr's foundering glory.

Crimson echoes an empty arena.
Mithras has been forgotten.

Thursday, March 03, 2005

Agapi Tigris

This inner Tiger roaring
tearing loose fetid bonds
leaping jaws agape
knowing warm flesh again.

Absentia

I shed a diamond
for each moment lost
that I might linger
in springtime sunlight
showered with fragrant blossoms
and holding fast your racing heart.

Glass Knuckles

Head-spinners all
couldn't punch their way out of
a paper bag.

Ear-ringers calling
on piggy-back dialup accounts.

I'm thankful for the
laminated aisles of consumption.

Checkstand drop-outs
waving glossy deviations.

Meantime, I'll be soaring
over the walls of the asylum
in my red balloon.

The world below melting
into verdant hues of
folded parchment.

Call NORAD-
I am an UFO.

Wednesday, February 23, 2005

Corpsicle

The artist has no right to survive his art.

Bats in the belfry.
Mice in the cellar.
Every niche is overflowing.

The Hunter has become the Hunted.

Don't bother saving me a place at your table.
I will not be joining you.
But please send my regards to Kurt and Chet and Spalding.

Saturday, February 19, 2005

faux-gras

Electric-eel toothbrushes
breeding Dolphins in dixie-cups.

Force-fed plastic geese
reading Braille sports-tickers.

There was an Amethyst glaze
over the night sky
that told me
the True Cubes
are always round.

The moon caught fire
because it was made of
Lucite soap-bubbles.

So I put it out.

I'm through captaining
these inverted Asphalt Pagodas.

Thursday, February 17, 2005

Elixir Vitae

If etiquette holds sway
and I should politely sip
when that Cup is passed to me
then slap it away with a laugh
for I may have forgotten
that the only way to drink
is to drown in ecstasy.

Tuesday, February 15, 2005

Charlie Actual

What happened to your wingman?

He slipped on a Fullerene
and fell off the edge
of the world.

That's the way it happens
when the C.O. extends
your Tour Of Duty.

The frozen question marks
get backed up into your
thousand-yard stare.

There isn't a PX in the world
that can shake loose those
Dear John's.

Monday, February 14, 2005

Paraclete

I visited the twenty-eight
mansions of the moon
past the four pillars
that support the firmament
and saw that Enoch laboured
for fifty days and nights.

In a vision he beheld the task.
With a word exhaled, creation.

Now, for fifty days and nights
I have toiled
for secrets without fail.

These visions dulled by fatigue
and the realization that I may be
the meanest prophet.

Lord, please burn me a bush.

Saturday, February 12, 2005

BIGGER than money

Something is coming through.
The Aeon anticipated.

The priests aren't paying attention
and the temple walls are all hollow.

Deposed Archangels
awaken to the howl
of ten trillion silent prayers.

An illegible transmission
on a forgotten frequency.

It's BIGGER than money.

avalanche

It's no big secret,
all the candy-cane cocksuckers
know it.
Everything falls-
the only way
is up.

Remember what I used to tell you?

Those zombie blood-letters
will never get a clue.
Why do you persist on
showing them your neck?

You are nothing more than
a throw-away snack
for them.

But they can't hold back
the avalanche.

Wednesday, February 09, 2005

Diogenes

Snarl.
Growl.
Bark.
Howl.

"all things are the property of the wise"

Valkyrie

Valhalla's melodious gate
beckons.

My sword unsheathed
to pierce the veil
of the unknown
and carve new runes
upon the faces
of the uninitiated.

Lead me
handmaids of Odin
before I falter
and stumble
upon the unhewn blocks
of doubt.

Tuesday, February 08, 2005

Sanpaku Waltz

remorseless little needles
pinpricking chorea-plagued,
drunken spider-monkeys
swinging from the chandeliers
to the beat of
an epileptic tree-sloth
attempting to escape from
a faux alligator-skin handbag
as he pens the last verse of
his semi-autobiographical
comic-book rock-opera
and dancing the
Sanpaku Waltz

Monday, February 07, 2005

Avian Philosophy

I heard some birds
talking,
they seemed to say
this world
will never last
but this day
will never end.

invention

No outcome sought
that I can claim
while in an idle hour
for reckoning
I did explore
the ways of
natural power.

mariner

We are
ships to each other
sailing together
gilded rails
tattered sails
flying flags
announcing
I am here.

Within our hold
no guarded treasures
just glass-bottomed souls
and the ocean below.

no tunic

peepshow arms
glistening like
wet birds
the black seeds
remind me

no tunic

singing
harmony's intention
a splintered
battle scar
and

no tunic

Friday, February 04, 2005

samaritan

Thought I would find
some way to save you.

A golden trinket
to fill your emptiness.

Now hours gone to shame
without reclamation.

Who will take the wheel
when I am dreaming?

An empty bucket
in the pouring rain
proclaiming-

fill me.



joykillers

Who is playing
tic-tac-toe
in my sky today?

Catbox-coldsore
crying in your
oatmeal.

It's our world
we will render it
unusable.

Relax,
this is just
breakfast with
the joykillers.

Thursday, February 03, 2005

Queen of Spades

Cigarette dangler
lipstick spittled
pavement wrangler

Velvet strider
a beerhall gypsy
mystery rider

Come on,
I'll draw you again.


Filament

My soul is
on a wire-
brittle
and full of
static,

"Can you hear me now?"
Crackle.~*

What is your
ten-twenty?

I'm still alone
waiting
for a reply
through this
broken microphone.

Thursday, January 27, 2005

Lepus in transit

Rabbit Armor
has not cornered
the market on
irony,

"I Support Our Troops"
bumper sticker
on a German import.

Cottontail roadkill,
hop on.

Friday, January 21, 2005

Dialogarithm

RUN PROGRAM
input: "How are you?"
response: "Fine, and you?"
input: "I'm well."
response: "Good."
input: "What's new?"
response: "Not much, how about you?"
input: "Nothing, really."
response: Okay, I gotta run."
input: "Goodbye."
response: "See you."
END PROGRAM

Thursday, January 20, 2005

Dionysus

Let's have
a party-

we'll overturn
the tables
and eat
off the floor,


we'll smash it all
and dance
on the rubble


we'll run naked
and forget
how to count.

Venus Rising.

Hold on
lover
I'm coming
back,
all
lightning flashes
and
Eagle's feathers
no
lukewarm mythology
can
stop me
now.
Venus is rising.

Monday, January 17, 2005

343 v 466

Your Demons

ate my demons
but

My Angels

killed your demons
but then

Your Angels

seduced my angels
and gave life to

My New Demons.

Pandemonium.

Sunday, January 16, 2005

Apogee

This Oracle
of mine
keeps pointing
to the sky
and whispering


"Don't
shelter yourself
from the worlds
that are just
beginning."

Sparkle

the stars
came out
tonight
as if
to say
see
we are
still here
upon
the face of
eternity

Friday, January 14, 2005

somnambulistic pugilist

In a dream
you told me
everything
I needed to know
then upon
awakening
this sledgehammer
called reality
bashed in my skull
and I was
ready
to begin
to fight
again-
gimme my gloves

ในความฝัน
คุณบอกฉัน
ทุกอย่าง
ฉันจำเป็นที่จะรู้
ในเวลานั้นที่มัน
การปลุก
ค้อนใหญ่อันนี้
ความจริงที่ถูกเรียก
ถูกกระแทกในกระโหลกศีรษะของฉัน
ยิ่งกว่านั้นฉันคืออย่างนั้น
เตรียมตัว
เพื่อเริ่มต้น
เพื่อต่อสู้
เปลี่ยนง่าย

Wednesday, January 12, 2005

soma

go back to sleep
the world will spin on
though you may fly off
to pass through
this Christmas economy

กลับการนอนหลับ
โลกจะปั่นที่ต่อไป
ถึงแม้ว่าคุณบินหายไป
เพื่อแล่นผ่านเศรษฐกิจคริสต์มาสอันนี้

Tuesday, January 11, 2005

Crazy Dogpile

Crazy Dogpile
Let Me UP
Billowy Clouds Passing
Let Me UP
Crazy Dogpile

สุนัขกองที่บ้าคลั่ง
ทำให้ให้ที่ข้างบนที่ฉัน
เมฆที่เป็นคลื่นส่ง
ทำให้ให้ที่ฉันข้างบนของ
สุนัขกองที่บ้าคลั่ง

Air

Air
does not
discriminate
both the
Hawk
and the
Dove
have a
friend
in the
wind.

อากาศ
ไม่ทำ
แยกแยะ
ทั้งสอง
เหยี่ยว
ยิ่งกว่านั้น
นกพิราบ
มีa
เพื่อน
ใน
ลม.

I am wasted.

I am wasted
I am wasted
I am wasted
on you.
You are not
You are not
You are not
what you appear
to be.
I am not
I am not
I am not
what you think
I am.
I drink from your cup
I eat from your plate
I listen to you speak
I hear your words
it means nothing
to me.
IF you could let go
for one minute
the things
you think you know
LIFE might have a chance
to be.
Until then,
I am wasted
I am wasted
I am wasted
on you.

ฉันเสีย
ฉันเสีย
ฉันเสีย
เกี่ยวกับคุณ.
คุณไม่คืออย่างนั้น
คุณไม่คืออย่างนั้น
คุณไม่คืออย่างนั้น
อะไรที่คุณดูเหมือน
เพื่อคืออย่างนั้น.
ฉันไม่คืออย่างนั้น
ฉันไม่คืออย่างนั้น
ฉันไม่คืออย่างนั้น
อะไรที่คุณคิด
ฉันคืออย่างนั้น.
ฉันดื่มจากภาชนะของคุณ
ฉันรับประทานจากจานของคุณ
ฉันฟังคุณพูด
ฉันได้ยินคำของคุณ
มันกำลังไม่หมายความว่าก็อะไรก็ตาม
ที่ฉัน.
ถ้าคุณน่าจะถูกให้ยืมไป
ด้วย1นาที
ของ
คุณคิดว่าคุณรู้
ชีวิตน่าจะมีโอกาส
เพื่อคืออย่างนั้น.
จนกระทั่งในเวลานั้น
ฉันเสีย
ฉันเสีย
ฉันเสีย
เกี่ยวกับคุณ.

Little Matters

It wont matter where you are
or what you are doing
or who you have slept with
or how many rare steaks that you have eaten
or what time you wake up in the morning
or when you first discovered your inner voice
or which color BMW you decided to buy
or who cuts your hair
or how it felt when you broke your first heart
or what the people you used to trust say about you now
or how often you brag about your lack of remorse
or who was your fourth grade teacher
or when you began losing your hair,
it wont matter at all
when you finally cross the abyss of yourself
and approach love.

มันที่คุณคือเรื่องเคยชิน
หรือเรื่องอะไรที่คุณกำลังทำ
หรือคุณใครหลับโดยมัน
หรือกี่สเต็กที่หายากคุณรับประทานหรือคุณตื่นนอนกี่โมงในตอนเช้า
หรือเวลาที่คุณทีแรกพบเสียงข้างในของคุณหรือแต้มสีBMWคุณตัดสินใจซื้อ
หรือใครตัดผมของคุณ
หรือทำมันอย่างไรพูดเกี่ยวกับคุณเวลาตอนนี้หรือคุณโอ้อวดไม่เพียงพอของคุณของการสำนึกผิดกึ่ครั้งหรืออาจารย์เกรดของคุณคนที่4คือใครรู้สึกในเวลาที่คุณทำลายหัวใจของคุณแรกหรือผู้คนอะไรคุณ1ครั้งไว้ใจได้
หรือเวลาที่คุณเริ่มต้นเสียผมของคุณ
มันที่ทั้งหมดเรื่องเคยชิน
เวลาที่คุณข้ามทะเลลึกของคุณตนเองและความรักการเข้าใกล้ในที่สุด.