Oh Quitter

Easy to sound
away tolls of loss,
flesh and soul,
to causes dear
with comforts all around
the storm battered
bluffs below the
jagged cliff's edge
scaled to a clap on the back
and a smile;
no more, no less.

Easy to shout
into sea frothed winds
the sacrifices
willing to blow
to reach the shores
across that deep
green black hungry chasm
with a friend beside
who knows
you cannot swim.

Easy to cry
until eyes bleed and teeth
crack clenched
over joining hells in which
so many have died
when your address
is not and
never was
on the invitation list.

Where was the passion,
the fly or fall dead trying,
the bluster and belly fire
when the time came to pass
to make up your mind
and you wilted and turned away?
Will it be there,
this bloodied sword struck to lightning charged air,
when the time comes to choose again?
Will this violent defense of life
vanish overnight or, easier, remain
silent and blind
until its moment, its chance, evaporates?

Double Blind

The most sensitive tend to be
the chin outs guts sleaved two sawed-offs for hands,
named Dance and Whitney,
folk.

Confidence never rides quietly.
Silence is thunderous.

A screaming argument in the middle of the street
while the moon mediates with its hand on its chin:
"state your case."

Paranoia, purranoya, don't you know me by now?
Lived through and with interpretations of happened.
When it shows up in a television show
or a movie or a song or anything
once removed

digestible.

When it shows up in a human damaged clearly,
off what is considered normal for reasons easy,

endearing.

The oft used trap and trick doors and veiled paper bags
inside of paper bags to make what is on a mind passable
is not my gas and to reclaim that fuel would be nice
to warm palms against a fire that is not hackneyed
thirteen ways to hell (I'm pretty sure, check the bus schedule).

Honest and top of the morning.  Always confuzzled. 
Shear a nose to save the face; I don't have the stomach for surgery.
Halloween comes once a year.

In the Superman movie with Christopher Reeve... Zod and his crew should be
approaching Neptunes orbit by now, assuming that weird glass had the same velocity
back then.  I have not run the numbers.  I am fairly sure
they are still in Sol's neighborhood, farting around
and playing their 3000th game of cards.

Twenty years from now
I will not understand
how a body can judge itself harshly enough to see
every piece of information incoming as a judgement on its is.
Then again

I am not they.

Can you play
dice games in
zero gravity?

Rearing

Having a bad word to say
about a two-year-old
does not mean
nutrition facts
are all that I see when
it laughs in my face
after I've growled
"for the last time"
the first time
and the clock hasn't gone
beyond eight.

Lens

I haven't been able to remove myself from my work.
Haw haw.  Is that how people laugh these days?  I
tend to cackle still.  I'm not sure when that started.
It is an abrasive laughter, to be sure.  A sort of demonstrative,
so to speak.
Thinking backward through the years, it is organic.
Has it use?  No.  Absolutely no.  Formed (shall we
dive) in the crucible of gifting courtesies to fit in.
There did cum a time to change because gray areas
had to be clarified.  A courtesy laugh was a curtsy.
A belly laugh was a howl.  My father made jokes.
Cheap jokes.
He had a few dozen recycled ones and a few
that were spurred by the moment of our conversation.
If I had a nickel, I would be fifty dollars richer.
I would destroy him in a battle of construction.     

Easily.

I haven't been able to remove myself from my work.

The remove has not been writer's block

or any myths like it.  Effort to effect

change is pain filled.  I miss flow.

I continue to tell myself, while

dying and hoping for a chance

to pull a trigger with no

repercussions, we will

get back to it.

Patience with

yourself

is key.

Lover's Spree

Sniffles.
Sniffles.
Addicts, we.
Six years older.
"So that's okay?"
I'm pretty sure it is.
The constructs be as they
Heart torn out and shown to me.
Cadence and glory and don't you dare
tell me what I needs.  "Can I be with you?"
A fresh razor is always fresh.  Tucked penis.
Remember the day I picked up a body
while it cried on a stoop five blocks
away from where it was supposed
to be and I shouted into a phone?
Circle the block and gasoline.
Fury and smoke and petty.
A show for the students
going to school in the
afternoon in Spring.
Wanting is flaw.
I love your's.
Do you
love my
own?

Fight Songs

Tony's got a new pair of socks
don't ya know I'm from
the North way out way back
deer do not stack
in piles to be burned though I do enjoy the scent of burning.  Can I come back to collect the bones.  It feels like to hold the scorched ivory against palm when it's still warm and imagine being right up close against the bone when it splits against the force of the brain expanding, cooked and smattering, splitting and greasy, like a gecko slithering between cracks unhinging, the skull well greased and...

Tome.

To make a breaking wave and shaking in its haze and quaking, jog.  Just.

What is just.  Describe yourself in twenty thousand words and just.

The toast did not go over well.  At least the toaster worked.  Pretty well as far as sound goes.   I have not heard the ghost screaming through the fabric of time and space and I have run the numbers and it will be at least twenty two years.  Before anyone will have a solid answer after you are dead and gone.  There will be plenty of time to wonder.  About why we are here is a delicious symptom of too much.  Could be waking and realizing you are. How

Vomit.

Vomit.

Flett''s got a new pair of socks.
Don't ya know!
I'm from!

The North way!

Out back-
If you shout,
I've heard,
the trunks of the trees atop Skinner's peak
will howl back.

The Scrapyard In July

One mile above the sea floor
and four miles beneath the waves
and feathered sunlight
and shadows streaking between
innumerable clouds
silt drifts
snow.
Leaves tilt
in the wind and pollen
gifts fits of sneeze, gripping
a steering wheel while sweat falls.
On the scale for the dozenth time,
windows down while music blares,
how much is the metal worth?

The trees are shedding again.

Beach ball sized seeds
in the breeze come inside
from the driver window down and out
through the passenger.

75 yards ahead
a toy caterpillar armored beast
piles engine blocks together,
the scent of their collective grease
thick as sunlight in the air.

Do not worry, baby.  I will not
let it eat you.

Green light to drive to the pit
where appliances go to die.