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Thursday, July 28, 2011

7.28.11

COUNT THE STEPS TO HELL

he was half way home to the halfway home
he’d never been tricked into anything
nearing the end of a fifty-year lease
while life isn’t ringing off the hook

ferrets cleaned the sidewalks
with personal bests hurled at them

imitating leashes, plagued winds, dead hope

smelling more, having less, losing more
sleeping on it, waking up with no idea
calling collect, not calling at all

human supported, monster driven
through a portal of dislocation

someone call an ambulance
I don’t think he’s gonna make it
he’s got that hospital smell
he doesn’t move, he is litter

he is lost
he is smothered with a pillow
he will not sign your papers
he is over.
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BROKEN LIGHTER FOR CHRISTMAS

caught in the insanity of the vibe
 turning paintings upside down for a better view
  beyond the point of mental equity
   as the next day may be my last

 if there was another way to put it
  i would put it another way

swearing to go the distance
 for neighbors never upset, never bored,never tired
  done in by the emotional karaoke
   cowardly come ons of the world were unrequited
     covering half the moon a confusing shade of red


who doesn't  love weakness?
 we all understand that study
  base needs fill it empty
   make it real momentarily
    giving us a line to stand in,a desert to escape

i lose my mind when  i cant find you
 i wish i could explain why i grind like teeth
  hustling like draft dodgers
   trying to buy some time
    on a raft that falls apart
      is beyond explanation

to save an ember
 for the lungs and blood and stress of love
  language of the letters,the pheromones
   telepathic dreams,gestures,glances
    failures of the split second, the triumph of the dusk

if that animal sings,it has a soul
the song is the way of  
seeing the countenance becoming sun-like
when the sky finds an opening

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DIED IN HIS SLEEP, LIVED IN HIS
NIGHTMARES

he was under water
he couldn’t stop

he’s faded
faster
than he could say
with a mouth full of shovels
and a funnel full of toxic water

when you stop kicking
that’s it

they see it and know it
way before you do

when you stop kicking

they nail you shut
give you a ride
trade you for silver
take the fight out of you
try to explain
your imagination
cover your hallucination face
telling you

YOU SHOULD BE FUCKING SCARED
DON’T FUCK AROUND WITH YOUR LIFE
YOU’RE ALWAYS ONE STEP AWAY
AND YOU’RE ALWAYS A STEP BEHIND
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COMING AND GOING

these are tragic sex lines, the worst to stand in

recite them in the moment of heat

drowned out collect call insults,... hopefully

lost at five a.m.

perverse police drive away

in search of sodomy

found at five a.m.

using sanitizer for lubrication

witness to an h.i.v. fight

fucked silly
and drunk stupid

ridiculed by nurses
you are a pile, a mound, a mountain
of rotten, fucked up ba-lo-nee

stifled by guilty orgasms
plenty of protection, plenty of affection
harder, harder, harder!!!!!!!

okay, I’ve gotta go now