Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Dogs.

She may be a lost cause
but I track her like some stupid dog
Drooling from a distance and sniffing at her door
Shit on the floor because it's been so long since she's fed me
Touched me
Seen me
But the dog doesn't stray
Sad eyes stay fixed on the door
Waiting for that knob to turn, that lock to click
Starving in my own shit
now she plays with pussycats
(Go next door and beg for scraps)
I watch the rabbits in the winter
from my window in the night
moving and stopping
blending with
becoming
snow and cement
stopping-starting-listening
I raise my glass to the rabbit like he has a clue
as if he'd raise one back if he had the chance
but he has no need to drink
no need to know
no need to think
how I admire the lonesome rabbits
moving in the winter
surviving out of sight

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

45

In the seedy underbelly
A brutal truth so rough
Depravity hides in the shadows of humanity
It has never lightened up
Stands as tall as ever
the Shadow casts it bigger
Ignorance and smiles
Let the fuckers pull the trigger
Using blades to line their pockets
Wandering the night
Fighting their own fight
We say it isn't right
All we say is trite
Products of a broken city
fill gutters with blood
Disappearing liberty
is covered up with mud
Shiny black shoes
Inadvertent matching suits
Screaming clear clues
Hidden hand cahoots
Darkness over land of pity
Producers of the broken city
Refuse to understand

Saturday, December 10, 2011

hardened

Through desperation
her failures grew tall
fishing for her smokes
she'd already smoked them all
each of her delusions
birthed by the last
added on and multiplied
subtracted from her past
so completely paralyzed
by a crippling fear so tense
I told her she would never climb
an electric fence
walking through the door
with nothing left to say
she put on her black shades
went back on her way

Friday, December 9, 2011

nothing

there is nothing left to say
it's all done
history is over
it's all one
we've learned why the cage bird sings
we wrote the law of nature
it never meant a thing

there is nothing left to write
still billions of pens
are leaking out their ink
and clouding up the lens

there's nothing left to do
it's all been done before
we've made Bozo paint the fence
while Kings vomit on the floor

there's nowhere left to go
there's nothing left but time
the ocean to the sky
all covered in our slime

there is nothing left to say

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Some Scraps & Shorties



Snow:

Together they sighed
As the sky snowed
Whitewash tide
Washing the road
"When is the end?"
She asked in vain
The end, my friend
Comes after the pain


Days: A Haiku
Standing in the rain
The cow eats his grass today
Tomorrow again

Check: A Haiku
Reflected on it
The mirror was too friendly
Think I missed the point

I came across a cow: A Haiku
I looked in Gods eyes
Agreed to keep his secret
For he was a cow




Hungover On The Hostel Toilet: 2 Poems.

WRITING POEMS ON BATHROOM STALLS
SOON MY WORDS WILL DECK THE HALLS
VICTORIOUS, I WILL REJOICE
WHEN THE BASTARDS HEAR MY VOICE

Life's the sorrow
Life's the pain
Life keeps happening
And won't refrain
Accept the chaos, hop a train
Embrace the wetness, dance in the rain



AMERICA:

"We Won't Die Without A Fight"

A Promise:
WHEN I AM KING THEY'LL ALL BE DEAD
THEIR CORPSES PILED IN MY SHED
THEN WE WILL LAUGH AND JUMP AND SING
WE'LL ALL BE KING OF EVERYTHING

Logic
I don't see why
You don't see why
I don't want to see you
When you call I'm down
When you're around I'm blue
Why leave the peace
To mourn my life with you?

The Ode O' The Idiot
They all say "Shut Up!"
I don't know what to say
I spout some nouns and verbs
I don't know no other way
So I sing my stupid song
and The People walk away
Ramble for so long
I'll turn your brain to clay
Try to sympathize
But you won't be the first
To look listen to my words
And see why I'm the worst

Novice
First thing I preach
"Never make the same mistake twice"
Maybe someday
I'll learn to take my own advice

Questions of the crying man

These are trying times for every crying man
Whose lying to himself when he tries the best he can
Spends his whole life toiling building castles of sand
Burnt by floating ashes from what once were his plans


How long ago The Misery came along
Why has it stayed
Who decided to sing the common song
What did he think it paid
Where oh where have our little lights shone
When will these rights be wronged again

Why did I stop when I wanted to go
Who was I trying to please
What lies beneath the blankets of snow
Where the birds breeze 'tween the trees
When do I lose the burden I know
How will my head be eased

Who do I hope for when I hear the knock
What comes after night
Where do I run to when I hear the clock
When will I see the light
How do you swim when you're stuck on the dock
Why does it squeeze so tight

"What do you mean" his head in his hands
Where he used to be
When he lived in freedom he travelled the lands
How he used to see
Why she was nobody but she understands
Who he is supposed to be

Where were you when I needed a friend
When it was all but lost
How did you see me seeing the end
Why not let a fallen man cross
Who always borrowed but never did lend
What made it worth the cost

When the mystery's solved they say we'll know more
How we're part of the sun and the moon
Why we opened the window but left shut the door
Who it was humming our tune
What once was adrift will be washed up ashore of
Where we'll be headed soon

These are trying times for every crying man
Whose lying to himself when he tries the best he can
Spends his whole life toiling building castles of sand
Burnt by floating ashes from what once were his plans

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Wank

They spoke intelligently; of high
class concerns, with exceedingly long words
for they were classy men
with high incomes and small shadows
we are not what they are
and never have been
and I will never wear a monocle.
With green minds and limited time
in the shade we talked and traded truth
swapping stories of breasts
booze
and being a god damn
mother fucking
degenerate
juvenile
poison
ass--
Who laughs?

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Sick Horses

I went for a ride on a dying horse
Didn't get very far
When it collapsed I felt great shame
And hitch hiked my way to a bar
I sat down at the furthest stool
And drank the voices dry
In the distant bathroom stall
I heard a young man cry

Yelling through tears and calling for help
I watched nobody care
Our asses tired and souls so parched
We gambled on his fare
Silence did soon sting the room
Indifference turned to dread
"Call the man who works the tombs"
Again, I hung my head

Still I ride a sickly horse
and listen to men wail
Saddle up for more remorse
Through guilt I blaze my trail