every tear is a burning fire
that turns a beating .........................................................heart

into ashes. dodgeing glances
feeds the insecurity making intimidation................heavier

over struggling lungs. gasping for mercy
but mercy is more rare......................................................than

a kiss from gold.
the pleading grows strong enough to bend..................lead

Call it shimmering bliss
Or wild gleaming glees
They are the bounteous reap
Of they who have guessed the stars right
Robed in jewelries of glitters
They deem the world a beauteous palace
Where is played a ballad of solace without hassle

People are ugly,
hideous
when I am
They are gorgeous and lovely,
when I am

Is that so strange?
What is the common factor?

The dark gloomy sky is bilious
or filled with strange and wonderful images

When it is bright blue,
a bit trite perhaps,
or joyous.

The mountains portend devastation
or rise in grandeur

The trees drops limbs,
life threateningly
or stand in life near eternal

there is only one common factor.

So,
you wanted to be a porn king,
my little rascal,
and you thought big
and you talked a good schtik,
going through all the motions
until you came to my conclusion.

It's all right, Jack, go on. Write poems
of ejaculation and I'll read them
on occasion. But please don't be breaking
all the mirrors in your house fucking yourself to death,
you might get cut out of your own show while it'cccs still
on the road.

Amen.

you sighed
so softly
then died

I had no hate,
it was just cause,
it was too late
to stop
a simple clause
was all it took
was what you said you said

I love her

It slides in easily.

I slice my knife into your guts so so soft
you were the cause of it's blame
it was determined, you should know
my love is cause enough
So die, fuck,
you know why
you are a jazz musician
and took my girl.

Just gone…

Your tears ran down my back,
it tickled, I would have laughed
most times.

Why am I not laughing,
we shared something
now gone. Where does it go,
not to someone else,
is it just hung until
the next heartbreak.

Is this we speak of only for pain,
can anyone feel this.
Hope not, this hurts like hell,
worse than, well maybe
physically but I’m, no in time
thinking, mental hell.

I was kicked in the the face,
beat up and pulled away,
left astray,
So I took a little walk,
And ended up at the boulevard,
And as I glanced back at the road I had walked on,
I was amazed as to how far from home I had come from,
So I stared the city in the face,
And once more I was amazed,
To realize how much society had lost its grace,
It was never that hard to keep a steady pace,
But no one will raise a voice in this fake place,
So I carried on,
To this day I walk on,

All these thoughts are nauseating
Even the mirror gets sick of apologies

This time I will not let myself be absorbed
Into a dry sponge of self-pity
Logic found a place in my insanity

Your platitudes don’t ease the soul for a moment
As I lose consciousness in my mind’s maze

Finding faith in the abyss of lingering skepticism
Reflecting on yesterdays filled of travels
This is where I have gone and who I have become

Man! I've got a gassy dog,
a dauchund shaped just like a log,
who likes to lie about and fart.
He's got it right down to an art.

Silent but deadly is his way
(he could run a skunk away).
Maybe it's a sign he's older;
his gas has gotten worse and bolder.

All the walls are now off-white,
no longer are they pure and bright,
but we save on insecticide.
The bugs that don't die run and hide.