violet sun
burn my eye
tripled
by violet snow
i stick
to the shadows
where the light
turns off
bundled in karma
my debt
life is short
and mostly winter
then something
in my mind
wakes me up
long distance love
keeps my heart
together
all impending
i forget
long distance love
keeps me walking
somewhere
im lucky
strike me with sevens
nine lives , nine tails
satan flog me
in city street
youve seen
this sunday
beat me
lucky me
hit me with a horseshoe
sevens , show me
bored
trying to go to india
snowed in
sliced by wire
at the deli shop
duped , charmed
still in traffic
street lines blurry
uninteresting
bored , jaded
astral traval to india
stage I
song of the day
grey
this is how
the great work
hurts
was it in a dream ?
stuck in habit traffic
im a rabbit
wish i had
someone
thinking for me
in the herd
im listening to
myself
im forced to hear
a lot of words
rhythm
voodoo
put them in pages
like plants
for our friends
my love is stubborn
i was
already
on the outs
jungle rains
come closer
i recall
a circus
all morning
shoot me
with darts
for a show
tell me
something
i dont know
dont tell me
im to old
for clowns
first to fall
a watering can
in some woods
drop a rope
dozens of
dead endings
no matter .
girl in the woods
half sleeping
slumped
squirming
on a chair
of wood
rainbow ribbon
red to brown
kaleidoscope girl
strange colors
a glimpse
your light trail
i know
you know
youre gone .
well of bricks
with a bucket
' trust me '
she overheard
dimensions
overcame
convention
she was often
left behind
she never left
the woods
jagged
i put off thinking
soon be dead
de-sire
lucifer
crack me
if he cant crack you
he dont need you
DUMP
im ashamed
of the land
i fill
need weeks
in bed
to recover
NOW
the dog star
long hair
danya
lightning
run away
with the story
and take me .
wanted a dog
and
she called me .
public broad
the new age
the aeon .
you and me
were in the sky
the same time
after solstice .
dog days danya
we were up .
all night long
and on our luck .
together as
some stars go
bound by eyes
below .
like new years eve
of course .
and now theyre
counting down .
lay and lie
without a reason ..
where does
lying
lead you ,
liar ?
in and out
a dresser ,
deco ,
stripped and
painted yellow ,
probably lead ,
and curtains ,
poison .
or maybe just another
moldy basement ,
tiny TV .
where will
your story
take you ?
another year
nomadic ,
nameless ,
waiting for
another role ..
not as many
gifts from suitors
as youd hoped ..
and holidays
must seem
so friendless ..
with those
hold-me movies
every channel ..
how easy
to become them .
lies that people
recognize ,
already learned ,
and loved ..
but you ?
seems by now
the truth
could only hurt ..
just your dish
says so much ,
and every prop ,
your yarn ..
and the snags
in your act ,
just laugh ,
just throw your
head back ,
take a bow .
lies without
intent ,
no liar lies
without a reason .
take me back
when people flocked
we were so few
and far between
take me back
to babel new
and let me see
the evolution
that old curse
abides unbroken
wondering
that sixth sense
weve forgotten
so many words
cant introduce
no human tongue
could break
her borders
but still the deaf
understood
unchanged
that old story
must be more
than words so
simply written
the movie star who said
my audience is out there ..
packing back up .
they will remember me
how they projected me to be
she was not so cold or grey
she did not bounce the light
mizrah
manifested for me
i was lucky
leveled
nearly conquered
her immortal spirit
now i see her
in my tea leaves
peak behind
a door frame
my day became
more interesting
with her
mizrah manifested
cowgirl tassled
manicured
the golden egg
the jack pot princess
ageless drifting
in the sandstrokes
she is a cowgirl
alone in the world
from a one time life
bypast
stardust
buffet breakfasts
bygone
but when its raining
in the desert
you may see her
with her snakes
manifesting mizrah
magick pink and glitter
shes so full of something
once was life
mizrah
shes so good to me
shes so good
to the world she clings
eggshell
here i am
in LEDs behind
a double pane
brown tint .
wishing i was
in the rain
washed up .
if we as men
had deliberation
like the fishes ..
rain makes
our human brain
think different .
candy and
floor gloss
kill us
let the rain fall .
wishing i was
like the fishes .
every stroke
of thunder
under water
disregarded .
satan save me
from this complex
i die
before im old
but after
all the
devastation
just as
everyone forgets
and things
go back
they take me
tie me , drag me
my torture just
was never written
this crown like all
was put upon me
drew my blood
to drain the evil
i just hope
i said enough
and didnt
say too much
whatever
people are so soon
to misremember
only satan
could have saved me
from a complex
of his making
screen door
represent
our symmetry
our worlds collide
duality
no leaves
left to fall
for halloween
next week
but the bug spray
still outside
now frozen
to the touch
her eyes
always look
so over our heads
as the sunrise fog
descends
sad nurse
on the night bus
ive seen ghosts
who look
like you .
anyway
the crow calls
last crow on earth
it seemed
and how does
grass
stay short
this half ?
when did the sun
cease to warm
them ?
bus ride
back row window
gazing
best hour
of her
wistful nights
as the grass
stops growing
glowing traffic
stubborn
the good
you do
wont go
unnoticed
and jesus loves you !
for you
he made
the sky
a screen
that always shows
a pretty picture
peak through
side door
cracked panes
dirty from the rain
last summer
mix your mug
your coffee cup
is there more
to this
screen door
and should
you leave
the latch
unlocked ?
unlocked
with all
infective evil
swirling
you packed
your peace
your patience
whered you learn ?
it was not
in your
nurses training .
the sun sets
somewhere
behind your
cement statues
cherubs
what can you
learn
lonely late life ?
teach me ,
teach me
collected
so many ferns
so many pots
now they sit outside
their classroom past
the sun sets
somewhere
behind those
houseplants
decades of
postered thoughts ..
egypt is out there
undiscovered
by forsaken
explored
your other life
of learning
in your daydreams
late night
so thankful for
your cats that
have their
own lives
beautiful
who lived to
teach
you are not
so forgotten
as it seems
dark and dirty
collapsing
out of the way
to paint that blue
for you
who pass through
to the bathroom
scrap paint saved
dyed bright sky
white clouds nine
dabbed white
with a bag
crumpled
every lowly passer
thought twice
thats art
this is my memory
that was my blood
mocha stains
kitchen blues
my sugar jar
is down to grains
sticking
week of slow
and humid days
before it rained
this morning
and as it gave
i broke
to tears
today
the frogs
and i