Ummmm

darkness comes too fucking soon

hours late

its time again.

but nah

I do that instead

no one goes awry

if everyone gets by

this machine does not control me

I do not control this machine

equal rights man!

Art is the product of a team

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I am of Course a Vampire

I am of course

A false facer

Black heart

Silver tongued

Heartbreak café

From pink sunsets

And green sea’s

I will not be good

For you

I will feel good

But eat your heart

And drink your soul

I come from Entertainment—

Moguls with ecstasy rolls for veins

I am of course—

Quite taken with you

Strange- Dark- Struggles-

strange dark struggles-

my comrades and I-

I find them ever so often-

In times like these-

Or places like this-

that I am emerald

and you are amethyst

that you are pearls

and I am a rose

and upon the faces

of those we know

that sometimes-

murdered of reason-

divorced from soul-

often sent screaming-

LA County- 99 to life-

the wild hills

location unknown

that men and women are weeping

and as to why- well-

Nobody knows

Such strange dark struggles.

Baby I Love You So (Enough to Hold You Close- Enough to Let You Go)

She’s always telling me,

“Your poems are beautiful-

but they are so sad.”

And I look at you

or at your page

to see your face

your purple hair

that beauty and grace

the love I’ve felt

doesn’t ebbe or flow

it stays within me

there’s nowhere for it to go

I used to pour it into you

thick and hot and steaming

warm and viscous

like Zeus’s cum

but now its stuck in me

and there’s nothing to be done

I wrote this during training

and I did it in one go

because I love you that much

Baby I love you so

Put Down The Gun America

America loves drama and thumping dead things…

or extended metaphors for abusive drunks…

Ahh it’s both isn’t America?

You’re so cute the way you sit there quietly jaded and broken but smiling.

On the outside you are pristine little girl, you’ve got your smile, your angel’s wings and every thread you wear suits your every curve.

But I’m on to you America.

I know what you’re up to—

You just want to forget all that hell that follows close behind you!

Everywhere you go America— in the corners bars and buying cherry red sodas at the Chelsea druggists!

I see you— you sweep the room and scan for some face that might set you free.

Some shining single face that could take you by the hand and tell you everything is alright.

Or that its gonna be alright.

Some happy face that won’t hurt you, a pair of lips to carry you through the night.

I know what you are seeking America— I know— I seek it too.

In the drawn out parties and sad ballrooms of distended time when all the love you’ve ever felt is no more potent than an old nursery rhyme.

In the far away ghettos of frigid plateaus devoid of innuendo—

When any good thing is less than a memory—

When all your hopes and dreams taste like bitter goodbyes—

I know you America, for your truth and for your lies.

For the way you sit in the corner bar sipping on what?

The same cherry soda?

A Shirley Temple?

A Vodka tonic?

Liquid- reverie?

And you are neither blonde nor brunette but none of your friends are in between.

You are not Irish or Scottish, Chinese, Hindu, Nepali or Somali—

Neither West African nor South African or even English—

Not Russian or German or Welsh or Italian or Mexican or Spanish or Polish or Dutch—

Because you are all of these things America…

All of these things and more.

And America—

If you’d put that gun down I could really dig you baby.

If you took your knives and hooks out of me for a second and let me down off the rack—

If you quit putting me on your goddamn crucifix—

If you’d just never put another soul on that thing—

America, I could really love you.

Salem (OR)

I fade to the grass

and smoke rings amongst clover 

a lifetime before me

past lives behind me 

I fade out to the grass

and smoke memories 

These trees 

these apple trees 

they keep blossoming

I fade out to the grass

watch fae dance in smoke rings

lighting little fires 

that never scorch earth 

and wind blows it all away

you and me 

apples off trees 

who’s to tell

where we’ll land