Now I recall
the young gal smiling away to glory...
did you run away
to make another...
Love story

Glad you return
and
have penned your words...
else I'd have remained in oblivion still

I have always been unheard
less seen
but memory has never
failed me ever
in between....

where ever one may go
Loved does follow
and
this all know
you too!

NUMEROUNO:

I bought some spicey brown mustard
spread it on a bologna sandwich
wow! it was good
I've never been so pleased

SAUCYGIRL1:

wow?!
that's so sad

NUMERUNO:

fuck you

JAYBIRD:

stick that balony up your ass faggot

NUMEROUNO:

who the hell are you, why you hatin'

JAYBIRD:

fuck you too she just xpressin opinion

NUMEROUNO:

fuck you too, too
I like balogna
why you relatting balony to sex , perv!

JAYBIRD:

get off my world I hate you

On this fall night the moon retreats
behind the growing overcast
as in the dark history repeats
deceit rampant as in the past

Within this city built on hope
the founders' groans float on the wind
as their dreams ride a slippery slope
have all their plans come to an end?

The people here now live in fear
of federal power run amok
a system which they once held dear
now bears no hope for better luck

Lucky Strikes
and coca cola

a screen erupts in light
phantasms

the lamps blaze
through the trick
teeth

like the magic of life

swooning on popcorn
and fresh love
the machine alphabets
speakers and thighs

The Spiders Intricate Web

Caught within the spider's web
I dangle from a silver thread
between the then and now

Morning dew rests heavy
on intricate design
wherein sleep the thoughts
of a conflicted mind

Set betwixt and between the two
a chasm of darkened shadow
the slightest of breath
may mean a death
will it be the spider or I

Darkness lies upon the land
like a chill and clammy hand
No breath does stir, nor fill a breast
Icy cold grips your chest

Eyes strain to see, familiar sights
here on this eve, this hallowed night
Whispers of my victims' voices
ask me why; they were my choices

You were deserving, I holler out
The graven-stones repeat the shout
Now the simple windy sigh
makes me scream in reply

You did all those nasty deeds
and on your body I did feed
You are now and here immortal
I say to them and I chortle

I'd been the fire in the rain

the sun in the storm

I'd been everywhere

and nowhere

my broken back arched

once in defiance,

a monk chanted and

the moon stood still

I wrote to him,

don’t pray for me I am a

godless goddess

the white fire burns in me

and no other

through a tongue-less mouth

I screamed for release

into the otherworld

having a million words to say

I was speechless

~~~

When all the birds have flown,
remains their song.

Among the pebbles in the brook,
along the branches green,
through gaps in forest trees.

The sky, its bugle blue,
the shaking raindrops oscillate
to hit the ground,
resound with little thuds
on trodden leaves.

Within this peace,
the memory of many things throng,
we start to dream of spring,
and all that's sad is gone.

bare bulb
flicks / flecks
cracked plaster ceiling
dangling
a frizzy / frazzeled string
swinging and swaying as
upstairs thumpers
loving steady
rock
rhythems of humdrum
perfunctory

a smokey glaze distorts
disturbing soot faced
backstreet manoevers,
and all the goings-on of
a dirty downtown byway
my home away
today
to play
the starving artist, man!

i found it strange
that i am waiting
for the day before the dawn
along this setting of the sun
within this arc of arcing ray
waiting for the alarm bell cocking
crowing on the day of day
i found it strange
this hesitant
this dark before the fall of night
and on this ebb of ebbs it follows
as the light trickles double
as the moon has twice his way
but just before the evening hollows
and turning night turns into day
i found it strange
how noon days sun
often turns to midnight moon