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Doom Bleeds and Fades

freedom lies with a shattered grace
stumbling toward atomic mythology
where answers have their sins washed
brilliantly bright as suns dyeing skin off-
colors of rumors circulating planets
of the universe pulled headlong into a night
-mare riding tattooed and complaining
about recollections of severed ghosts
(hiding in a ball of fear minds cry)

out of season the earth radiates melting
enraged stupidity the penultimate prize
(summer sunday christmas chimes)

on the edge of sleep falling awake...

ring the festival of blood into session
the birth-fangs grapple with truth no longer will 
recessions bring harvests the moon is full

...and the eye is a clogged vessel full of truth
(in relative position the evening twists elaborate
dances like guitars bending the last strings...)

a painting of a brain chips and disintegrates
like words of a schizophrenic seeking the last
wisdom hidden in the bottom of a noise 
only tasted...with the throat closing vision narrows...

the fading archetype is the last opiate of inspiration
the last leader is a shill of the lord of matter dissipating
(two raindrops collide) the core of her heart is hot
like earth it is revised toward oblivion...

...follow it it is
...night brighter than calm
...lipids sinking into servitude
...no one will digest this but all
choking dry paranoia on the fringe of town

(a different verb writes in the sky a new eternity)

...we witness the madness of a faceless doctor
scratching scripts illegible to the naked lie...

conscripted as a rat before a snake fighting its shadow
diving into the blind dream we call created angels
to save our skin from weeping generations of blood...

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A Straight-Forward Poem: Dedicated To My Recent Poetry Soup Critics

There are always those who say that you are wrong.
They are the ones who never stray from the herd.
They go to school and learn everything about life from manuals.
They write poems and stories like other poets and writers did.
They get good grades.
They stay out of trouble, but engage in acceptable rowdiness and fun.
They write and give great graduation speeches.
They become middle-managers, mostly.
They fold their socks and underwear.
They stay abreast of the latest trends and movies.
They quote famous quotes like they thought them up.
They attempt to belittle, passive-aggressively, anything out of orthodox thought.
They live their lives like lambs.
They buy big, beautiful things.
They wear shiny wedding-rings.
They drive down drowsy streets.
They form committees. 
They bake things shaped like commercials.
They invent rules for writing and art.

And

I 

Don't

Follow 

Them.

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Happiness Rages Outside Smiles

Happiness rages outside smiles that wend ‘round my cracked doorway sirens fade from 
the street music stops commercials scream dissonant chords walk across cat eyes lay 
down on the keys sorrow is best sealed in lips a crying child throws angry toys rocking
-chairs whine with worried whistles in an empty room a grandmother snores despair 
stares catatonic truth with no pupils no moon gleams blanks black-out while walking i
forget who i am frozen no sensation trees hold their breath words swallow spit scenes 
flex and constrict this is outside of yourself concentrate nothing is behind you footsteps
cars crack snow dances mid-night the still blurs death stands and exhales ebony rooms 
drifting with nothing to dream i open my eyes and read the clock my thoughts slam shut

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I Search Myself Within Skeletons

I

I search myself within skeletons closeted sunshine
Sick from love laughing leers sick from tired lessons lesions clichés
Sick from smug smart snooty soldiers in a war without enemies
Slaying hope light flashed in the whisper of a child’s heart
I beg for the dream again when magic was sown in my soul

II

Now only the outside answers nature wind
My mind suffocates secrets suffered slow
Pitching prayers in the dark room empty
Lights stretch snips of longing on the split wall
In corners perfumes perform mirrored operas

III

The monster changes the law and sows lands
In dust time will be a new hand reaching back
Deserts will bloom gospels pouring beatitudes
Walking religiously toward the thrilling purple sun
Night is a bath of stars boiling life and lust spinning

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As Materialism Radiates

the choking beat of conformity
coagulates internment in the minds
of fascist marches measuring time
shoving tubes filled with dictates
down the gullet of my spirit
wishing to be at least severed
from the instance of alignment
inherent in the laughing dream
which destroys ambitions of rain
-bows arching toward constellations
(a distorted and twisted version of the uni
-verse is still wavering alternative…

…dimensions into the crevice of an animal
eyeing and praying for nothing save rain
and prey to be plentiful despite their screams…)

must keeps the string extending
into nuclear holocaustic burns freezing
specters of old films dissolving
bubbles of arteries swelling grand
-father gasping at the why dangling
in the sky…stratospheric metaphors

…and off-key colors spill like incense
into the flame of creation harkening
dances of concubines combining
their hair like an enigma 

lost in the tip of a hum
life splits the secret of the tongue
a hue reflecting djinns of you

releases peace in a white explosion
swimming a thousand curses in sand
blinding in the storm of suffering
until the palliating confusion tears
and the witnesses remain in the caesarian
-section of divided moons of elliptical doubt
orbiting the cloud of world-leaders
scratching the chin of sin smirking…

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The Blades of the Third Eye

the blades of the third eye open electric
sleep sits and runs for death
a coffin writes a promise with rich, ruddy dirt
a poet sinks in his eyes and coughs
winds ride the cold shout of crippled prayers
a wolf flows in distant sands
howling white moon

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A Dry Desert of Thoughtless Souls

1.

A dry desert of thoughtless souls
Miracles untouched in the familiar doorway
(time is a candle never seen)

I’m looking for those followers in-between
Those who know and those who dream
Strike a match and burn your fingertips

Lost now are the cities of God
Golden thrones chipped, enamored
Of rust dust and crying trust


2.

Fall down now through the door
-way see the light and spit in its 
eyes a thousand demons know why

Break the candle and spill the wine
Down the cliff hear the echo die 
Again you wonder the streets of smiles

Crumbling bread and ashen grace leave
The burden of this place heaves with tears
And prayers, calling liars through the mist

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Portrait of a Leader and a Follower

Bound by my hands,
And fastened to a chair,
You say, “We’re friends.”
You say, “Stay there.”

Sunlight blinds my eyes.
Through the open window,
I hear cries.
You say, “I hear nothing.”

You shut the shade
And tape my eyelids 
Open, while a movie plays
On a large, wide, white screen.

You say, “This is reality.”
I try to blink, but can’t.
You walk away and leave me there.
I cry, scream, and stare.

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Fading Into Assimilation

…obliterated night of the seven seasons
tickets and thickets and trains collide
into the cliché of licking tongues 
wed to the bred moan of capitalism

(grinning gothic gremlin) smile of a nurse
before the coma saturates the elliptical
thought of the ghost mutes trepidation
(ride the crest of the adder’s riddle)

infested with scales of karma flaking
magic merging with the indifferent
Earth (and the sky implodes anxiety)
--a voice says crawl back to childhood—

innocence is an oblivious death-sentence
terminated without punctuation (again her)
approval is a mark of degeneration (descend
-ing) linked aphasia is the coded dance of night

…sour taste in the heart as the mouth spouts
…verbs of deeds painted like profanity
…I see her riding the obelisk of risk
…until the tendrils lie

shivered awake by mourning nothingness
thrown back within the iris of truth
drowning in the colors of reason…

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Carrion Carry the Message

Carrion carry the message
In flights of dry yellow sun
And wind sprays 

The Ocean of T.V. screens
Faces the digital throng
Of robots commuting 

Satellites drift in orbit

Each dead white star ringing black

-ness.      Space.       Silent

....

Symphonies roar metal

Steel the diamonds glass

Dog-whistles taste of chalk

Outlines of concrete

Murder and the prayer 

Of a flag drenched in gray

Rain on the worn Gravestone.   Washing

....

Acid and melting faces

Of anthems waxing leaders

Marching bones grinning

Hookers in alleys crying

The Buddha under his tree.     Smiling

....