I squint out of the entrance
at white sails on horizon
say Go Home and light
fuse called volume
I thank again and again
the crunching and grinding
guitars going in the back
the smell of genius
paint from the wall
harmonies of man and
woman who don’t care
I thank again and again
thank the ankh in thank
gain in again
the goodness of the graces
of the great halls of fire
all vibrations rock through my giant closet
artforms on the wall
dust forms by the bed
potted plant forms stuck firework and word
as clearly as mouth shapes vowel
and winter rolls summer
then the stalactites come raining down
and pin me to cave floor
electricity lasts lifetime of starting
me was child in barber chair sixties crew cut
electric razor music against my skull
the drunk barber cut off my ear and
damn thing grew back reaching out
as five string noise outlasts
all the horizons always is
the whirlpool center in
the hairy drain of the universe
I thank the verses in the universe’s
Milky Way I thank the cum
veins of all color
arcs of all light
once they threw my body and I just watched
now I pace the base of this cone
half looking for the corner
wile away in the distance
brought to me by ear
pressed against breathing speaker
Focused to Burn
sunlight
focused
to burn
to refract colors
pure as emotions
hate or desire
the light is there
evil / divine
shredded photons
I do believe
sad sad photon
flows along
particle come
wave
on some scope
stared at for endless days
oscilloscope
unplugged into itself
sunlight
staring
for endless days
How Did We See Space Still
how did we find out
that in the end they were trying
to kill us
(v-shaped crowds
flowing down the street)
how did they find out
we wanted to be left alone
(it is the serum inside the syringe)
who ate the poisoned food meant for us
(still life with bowl of fruit)
why was life blocked at every turn
(invisible sprouting flowers of transcendence
always sliced from every crack
where counter meets wall
between fingers of a fist)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
we all knew this was gonna happen
(layers of colors plunging downward)
afterwards I remembered
how they stared
(sunflower daisy in dark blue vase
snow banks with a bone to pick
that random mass of planning people
self inflicted wounds not stigmata)
we decided on cheeriness and turning away
(Xrays natural or hospitalized
burning flesh into carnage or dinner
or black roses for public view)
how could we have predicted
there’d be
no other way to say it
for eternity
(a space fleet of eyeballs
trailing optic nerves
leaving Earth
and never looking back)
Out Dying on the Vine
out dying on the vine
my soul fell off
from another cluster
a grape not wanting to be wine
I watched as bemused
as a Venezuelan president
couldn’t help choking
up the fresh pita
thumbs up
on a luckless hitchhike
gathered a storm of information
but it just drizzled
my spirit merged with the mist
where past and future laugh
I knew I was through and said so
everyone was relieved
said Funny how I keep existing
everyone agreed
She Wants Me
It’s so cute how she wants me
to live
I read a CIA psych warfare manual
while listening to bootlegs
hear Cobain cough
in the section on
Subjective Internal Control it’s
so silly
how she wants me to go on
while the shotgun of my dreary glance
blasts every hope as it
flies from my heart
fading from sight like
dead birds on a trash heap it’s
so attractive
how she wants me to thrive
behind bars of grimaced smiles
the unconscious salesmen we called kin
from memories preserved in tupperware
and reheated in a cracked microwave
leaking cancer so plausibly
deniable it’s a marvel
how she wants me to grow
it’s like light from a star
you couldn’t touch in a million years
or an organic metaphor fuguing
but I see the twisted ladder I ride
splitting like DNA in a Monsanto lab
filled with such twisted and tortured
creatures it’s beautiful
how she wants me to live
so sometimes I think I’ll do it
just out of spite
