Wednesday, January 31, 2007

opened the door to failure, she my old friend

Glass of water half full
a sharpie
ash
corner of bread crust from
a tuna salad

sun glasses
never leave the
house

it's better to hear
then see

Lotion
shame looks
real good

Sunday, January 28, 2007

God speaks to me through my record player

I feel it

it shines




can I see?


can't you see?


_______________shine love

()()()()
= = = =the lights candle never went down
but))>><<((we still made shame under a blanket


love
him
and
everyone

with equal love
and God nor he will
have anything to say too you

LOVE


God is a consuming

fire


spit ball
in a hollowed out Bic pen
wadded straw-wrappers
sucked on

to moist

inhale

put
mouth
next_______to blowgun


....SUNDAY SCHOOL....

they look like perfect shapes

dressed in sweatpants
her shopping_________cart
filled w/
+++++++++diapers
+++++++++canned baby food


middle aged woman
flirts passive
small smirk
by the meat alse

she brushed
by w/
a scent of cupons
and
expensive
bathing soaps


all
the
gay
men
go
shopping at 10:34am

___they're kept up
better than the striaghts

retaining dapper-dandies


the

old
((((asian)
retired seniors
smile
in b/w
catching


up


"hey, aha,...
____________-hello, how you've been>...good,good...umm I see, (chuckle
OK by..yeh, oh bye."

to
say

drained
life
working
to
food-career
pointless-job

we
play
catch up
in the supermarket
we
can
finally
see
each
____________other

face
to
face

and
meet
our
friends
and
relax

NOT
________SO.

Not So
not so
my


friend.

we
still

must____________________
_____________spend______


the
dollar


on
frozen
trays


w/ pill-like-form

health
swallowed



to


keep us


ticking


the shopping
_____________carts

carry
__only
______minimums

of food


the
______beast-machine

this
___)))Anti-Christ
_______called


slavery
has


drained

the
life-spirit-force


right out of us/

Sunday, January 21, 2007

...if I ruled the world

if I took over
A computer company
and
FedEx


I could
___destroy
the


WORLD.

if my
computer
worked

I
could
level the keyboard


with on e
%%%%%%%%%blow

!!!!!!!OF THE FINGER TIP-thought

the tip of a
))<<>>((nail
bite
frankly in
frenzy

to
explore
the

lymph nodes
and cough drops


over
the
mucus
covered

tissue

next


to the mug
of warm

Brandy.


pigment-pale


Loss
of
blood-gut
_____________groans


the
muscle it takes
to
dream
thinks
all day
________of________
____---------the


INSANITY
it
caused

when

we


lost the grip

control
remote

on the
future

my

inclination

is to
die
a

lone

not

controlled
or

owned
by anything



in
this
world


I
AM

truly

a
Free
MAN

the waiting Game

In single file
________lines
to purchase
))))))))))Sandwiches, tires,
the
___mean
________mechanic
rotates
eyes and
whips a red rage
over
__________====+his
__right
shoulder pissed
off...


my
car
is finished

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

defeat looks better on the resume

Crumbled cotton,
_________hard
stale towel
w/ a wet moldy odor.

stepped into my interview
w/ a nervous stench
crawling
all over
the lobby
see
the cockroaches
scatter

"we'll pay you...9.50 an hour, plus benefits."


"what benefits?"


slave wages for
lower back pains

I
haven't had
a job since

12/12/05

I ran out
of money
8 months ago

I live on
hand outs,
hand-me downs,
laying on of hands.

humankind
turns
it back
and I'm about to die
w/o a cent
to my name...

I hear
laughter
and good times

closed-tired
doors creak
starving bellies
and bloody brains

this
is
a
reflection
of
my
subtle
blue

morn for me, man morn for me
pity is like a steak and eggs breakfast
we feast on snacks are too weak to feed
our soul-gut
I get up
and feel like
applying myself for
the first time
but my
resume
lays
in
the
gutter
w/ rain droplets
distorting
the ink
into
blurred tears
(I can't move)
frozen stuck
in headlights and
bumper stickers
I'm defeat w/a resume

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

my rasta I-man and the holy three

the morning was made with God's blessing. the rasta woke in his bed
with one old blanket. up on the hill he cooked food he found around the
fallen leaves, I woke up in the same jungle with gas pumps overpasses and gun shots
by street lamps around 35th and international. I held a stepping razor and a tooth brush
b/w my teeth; strut my legs, swift. I had placed the right hand on the handle of the toothbrush and proceeded with a forward/back motion, it really helped the enamel, and you could tell in the right sunlight but the hustle was on the back of many men and I could feel it in the way we squited our eyes...the traffic was backed up. the car was finally fixed. The time was 5:37pm and I could smell the fast food drive-throughs pile up I was eating no meat at the time and my gut was torn b/w health and death
I rather choose death with a whopper and med. fries and a Dr. pepper, but I suffered so...haven't been to chruch since 2005 I found my heart urning for a Little God to help my bank account but I knew they'd never understand the earth by locking up their check books in offering plates I met a few old pastors and they wore a honest smile
and talked human, but many of them just wanted to discuss damnation and do's and don'ts...I rather masterbate with jesus in the room, begging for my twisted artistic vision splattered on the floor with a pure heart...

Thursday, January 11, 2007

love loss and the moving sky

life is good

got some peace


___________and


______quiet

now I can
_________handle
____the
____humans


and

...you


clear skies

removed of

hint


the
chill
goes

right
to my ears
and

makes

my

___nose
running


I still truck on

my feet
are sore

my
head

hangs


over

the
railing

I
vomit


out
comes

the
green

red
chunks

of
my

lunch
pale


I'm
mentally

sick

ups

downs

the

long lost
boyhood

playing
w/
toys

women
have
cooties

and
kickball

still
rules
the schoolyard

whores and wine

drink enough
look
Appealing
if we
fuck em'
enough
we'll
have
to
drink
more


if we made
______MORE
______MONEY
we
would
win

___________pussy, passion,
___________pleasure, purple hearts




models and metals


we're
of
a
cowardly
kind
that
can't
shine
our
face
on sides
of
automobiles
and
airplanes
in parking lots
and
airports
we couldn't
buy
time
if
they
sold it
next to
the
pisser

...the whores will
always fuck
and the
wino's will
always drink
no one gave up
on that


a whore
and a wino
better to
taste
the bottom
then live
in the middle

IOWA CITY

Everyone
+++++++++either
ages,Blooms,or
///////////////gets fat.

Some
________stumble home in
Poke-a-dot skirts and red
high heels
on cellphones
looking
for
friendship
on
the
other
line.



others get
_____________old
________________and Flirt, kiss,
and mate w/ young
women
______w/
++++++++++++knowledge
of their
________own
__________ stupidity.

others
________give in.
give up.
____________give away.
dreams,
women,
good jobs...
they're quiet.

reserved.

I
__too
______sit
reserved

but
_ _only
__________B/c
+++++++++++++I like
to
watch...
this
_____life,
this mishap,
__________this play,
this act...
_____________its so
choreographed
w/ broken
Bottles, wondering eyes, backstabbing friendships
hugging sluts
bringing in the new year w/ kisses
forgotten.

shallow depth
the bartender
gives out
free drinks
my eyes dried
out

b/c
of the
smoke.

I wished
to
return
to Oakland
Oceanside
of
my
mysitc hermit
----Loft
---So I
Could lock the door
and get
peace
---& quiet
but
- even
there
I have a Mess
to
deal with
no
=peace
no
====darkness
nothing
walking-waking
_______________blaring
Fools

that deprive me
of
sleep


my
lot

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

modern spiritual hymn

the battery pack
was jammed...
energy sapped
all we could do
is pray...a way out of this trap
if god let's us shine

to blind the pride
lion
roar

half serpent
half boar

her Majesty declared
war....

so much for

the brave whore
sucking at her wounds

at a young age I dealt with bottled up rage


turn the page
wanted to
roll over
in
the grave
read the dirt
till
one man came

none next to him

thieves AND thugs
locked in a
convex dimension

shameless plug

I can swing my slugs
only in prayer,
done out of love
..................never hate
some savior
to be
born of a babe

teens
having
kids

just
to die
to live

we cry
crucifix tears

this is the
seventh year
of the 2000
God gave

A
rams horn filled w/
of the blood of a thorn crown
kings will come to reign
and fall down
many soldiers bones will decay,
or
play
as ring tones...

sold to make
a prophet_his money

to feed
his poor pockets

blessed is the day of the
lord's tupac-olypse
when the wicked fall

mic cords w/
swollen lips
in stolen whips

drive...bye
thinking

(these streets need repaved)

sky high my winded sigh
relaxes the muscles in my eyes
focused on my heaven-hustle
seven stanzas
of em shits is bananas
held a hand cannon once
it's powerful
shields powered up
the steering wheels
forget the shining rims
pack a note pad of these spiritual
hymns

sing songs,
give
thanks.

slang
silly-bulls
or
walk the plank...

never drank w/ sharks
in Davey Jones locker
I'm...one part vodka
two parts holy mantra
whiskey-
wishing
-well
burn in water or swim in hell

a sober mans
first look
at his new born

a homeless man
points to mecca
and prays

I give my praise
in similar ways

cross and the switch blade
to the lost looking to be saved
angels and saints
repent and pray




this is slaughter
why bother

tribe of Judah
sharpshooter

walking the valley
of
death
dead-steps
at a lost of breath
beaten and bruised
weakened and used
he wipes the blood
off his breastplate
rocks stepping razor
in his player
on his way to Sunday
service
still nervous
about
past sins and
clenches
his ends...

his watch slips,
down his wrist
can't believe
just shot his kid.

God give us the serenity
to deal with the insanity
the broken down
humanity

sisters of the cloth, anoint
lepers in the goth
brother slang scriptures
whooping cough
picture a monk
a saint
at a blank page
going insane
hearts

Thursday, January 4, 2007

the talk-walk

if
you
create
a
buzz
the
bees
will
swarm
one
bee
will
win
but
it'll
cost
her


her
stinger
the
wings
will
shrivel
her
hair
will
fall
out
if
the
reading
doesn't
go
right,
but
the
poet
knows
how
to
charm
he
should
be
able
to
at
least
take
home
honey
jars
of
pooh-
bear
pride

the week is almost over

pills
drugs
false
hope
and over due bills

when when it
be

over

stiff drinks

NAKED LADIES NEVER TAKE OFF THEIR CLOTHES

wonder the
breast size
and
hip size.
_________like to see
that
____ass
nude
w/ goose bumps-waiting
for a warm
_________touch

of the
____COCK...

Invest
in
a time piece
and tell
the future
by kissing nipples

but watch
for
the cotton mouth

its sure to taste

like panties
___under her pussy

rewind-reverse
her unfasten bra

lips
like lilies
earlobes

to suck
honey
suckle
and sweet teardrops
of morning dew
eyes raise
to see sunlight through
blinds
my morning-muse

nude in splendor
Clothed
in
succulent skin

erect-day dream

while I lose
my hearing

photo flap and depression

I took
a photo-flap
out of an
unused
wallet
and put it

in mine

so
I
could

Look
at HER
Picture

She was Beautiful
I found Myself
opening the Billfold
everyday
just
to view what pussy
I wasn't getting

wet
Dreams
Dry days and in B/W
was my sad lonely Look
headphones plugging
my ears
so I couldn't
hear the silence
that would
disturb
my steps...life is growing
all around me
but I refuse
to go along with it
I stay young
I
stay
Driven
I stay sucked
at soul
for some sort
of lifestyle-suffering
that would bring in a paycheck

but all was
froze this moment
my expired plates
on my 2003 sentra
sat in a parking lot
got a new ID
in a state
I only
visit
once
a year
confusion and misplacement
has never felt so Good.