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dreams of flight
Dreams of flight
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unknown lover
UNKNOWN LOVER
Once long ago there was a beautiful but shallow young girl who had always thought that she was so far above everyone else and could have whoever and whatever she wanted. Obviously she was very popular with all her friends and the whole school.
The Man
the man
the man from detox
had a wrist slim but taut
with bulging veins ripe
and pulsating with the tanned
authority of failed age.
he crumpled newspapers
like old ambitions and after
our discussions he’d lay
his head on bundles of them.
i thought walking home
about his unwashed hair bathing
in the sordid paper waters of
contemporary news and the
ageless wood of a park bench.
the pigeons must have chirped
all night, swooping around his dreams
resting
100805
Mmmmm
ELEPHANTs AND ACROBRATs are swimming in a paper cup I tossed from vomiting the memory of my favorite sultry seductive slut
Days are darker than the Knights that shield me from the morning light I’d disappear from here
If I believed that I could do it right
Thunder storms are beautiful when lightning bolts appear, it soothes my chaotic mind and time seems to finally be at peace with me
5:07 am
Vh1 classsic flashes me back to the eighties with Tears For Fears
fears from fears of what the rash on my leg might be related to and the twilight ponderance of why i’m still awake
the midnight oil was burnt out a couple of hours ago
so what fuels this alertness
no substances have been comsumed tomorrow isn’t a day of gloom so why does sleep allude me
i have nothing on my mind but the death of the radiostar and film footage not yet non fiction.
Well atleast the day time will be amusing
my zombie attire will do the day fine……………
To the one that got away
SITTIN IN A FIRE OF SHAME
DYING TO GO OUT IN THE RAIN
IN HOPES THAT IT MIGHT WAS OF THE TAINT
THAT’S STUCK TO MY FLESH LIKE DRY PAINT
ALL DAY LONG I GO
ANSWERS I DON’T KNOW
FIND ANOTHER SHOW
TO RID MYSELF OF WOE
SITTING IN A FIRE OF SHAME WISHING I WAS OUT IN THE RAIN.
CALL MY NEW GIRL TO LIGHTEN MY MOOD
CAUGHT HER CHEATING WITH SOME OTHER DUDE
I’M LOST AND I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO
I GUESS I’LL GO AND HAVE ME A BREW
SITTING IN THE RAIN
FIGHTING WITH THE PAIN
THAT’S PINGING IN MY BRAIN
Murray-the melancholic grouch: Press conference
WAS ASKED HOW I WAS DOING ..
Proposals like Frank
Okay then! I’ll just burn the house down the next time you wanna scream and shout about me being a lout but not wanting to be without you.
I have no doubt the moment I move out your stubbornness will allow you to commence being without me in more than just a physical way, and this I can’t allow.
I will deny you the chance to decide to throw away what may be the only thing that will save my life.
kleenex
when post-divorce you have bathed
and have done it passing well
(on this I need not further dwell),
then placed right round your neck
a c’mem’ratory wreath,
and have tightly flossed and brushed your teeth
and massaged firm gums beneath
your foul breath fully to dispel,
and now you smell, well,
of french cologne …
or p’raps of piney aftershave
(if I may chance to rave!),
you, by your acts,
have come not just a freed ex …