This old skin laments
nothing
as it becomes younger
askew
the time's coarse saddle
riding
playfully up the universe's
laughing
cacophony of quarks

I've had people take offense
to my face
Been dismissed instantly
on a glance

Rendered in that view
not even
Felt the dearly the assessment of
no value

My eyes know to pass it on
overlook you
Separate you into category
Nothing there

It appears communicable
nose in air
Stemming from simplicity of u
don't luv u

A commitment of skin
and bone
A tethering of time
not alone
Knots of Distance
the past and fearsome next
opening their endless arms
scrawling their fading text
on every instance
during every song an' dance
We'll take our elegant chance

Oh the voices
I have quieted
That have stopped
That I've stopped
That have left
I hear them
reconnoiter
from inside
observing their
Non-existentence
and gasping well thought
Ideas of air

What if this angst mine
this sometimes beautiful
crangst list of syllabic
****** and flowerings
wailings and whimsy
this double illusory
shell of opinions
has just gone hungry

and the beast feasts

Score one for the universe
it asked me a question tonight
and an impossible fantasy
came true right here in my home

I said yes

Agreed to somethings

The agents of the universe arrived

My dogs loved them

It is looking for a way out
or maybe that is a way in
past the wheel of know
spinning and even spanning

Crack the skin

of sorrow swirling

see confetti flying

in every direction

This clever operating system
of a background noise rooted
in us that bears us as fruit
likes to be beautiful for us

i have a shocking

smile full of time

lifting my face

of its own accord

Want this
and
fidgiting

Phantom
skin
and delight

Clear wins
of
distraction

I have
a
list of things

undone
by

I'm aching
To make sense
This binge-ing
on now here
Day after day
Oxygen fueled
Cooked atp 'n me
I'm just spent
not even sure
wisely matters
as life wins
from every
direction
Not saying
I lose
Sayin' life
Makes relentless
look weak

Passing a poem
Oo ah oo oh ahh

it's dark it's quiet
and there is ache
forcing shifting

i've a cotton swab
and two crayons
colors i can't see

smeared probably
indeterminate
like ankles sweeping by

my mind is in two places
at once the feel of that skin
against my face vibrato

back here typing words
i think with electrons and pixels
a density pleasing to the eye

and something is owed here
let from always guarded
a minimum a glimpse

my name is uncertain
i'm sure your hunger
is concerned with scent

the zigs and zags of the rest
clever beautiful intricate
non-existent experience

"He left behind a harpist
which was a particular surprise"

I can't talk to all of you
honestly

You've something in
your head

I neither agree with
nor wish to offend

I truly respect you
my human equal

I truly suspect you
your head muscles

Handed to you as true
wherever you grew

I know they are strong
can't be wrong

Yet your heart hurts
to some degree

At the dissonance
heartfelt

And leading to this
poetry thing

This, we think
is to be passed on
This understanding
ripe in our getting
As if there is always
an audience who cares
and it is just time
a wave of ears
and sounds
clowning

I yam just a poem
with bits o' dirt
clinging to me
Can't seem
to them brush off

I am flowing into this life
I am growing into this niche

it is more human more unsettled
more unexpected in every way

i am occupied by sincerity
its unreasonable expectation

how it listens and smiles
at the sound of the unknown

There is ink spilled
on white worn linen
well scrubbed wood
railings smooth and worn
tremolo sounds across baseboards
and cabinetry of cypress

These grains in wood speak
as if they were twirled
on a song and open smile
and i wonder what isn't
twirled across time and faces
nothing

I know you're a bunch of fukin poets
I know you're broken fukin hearted
I know you're questin fukin evrythn
I know you're  'bout fukin sure of something
if we'd just listen

what fukin what then eh
we listened we read we cried
ah my life has changed thank you

maybe we even became crude
a suspicious word i say
an opinion and all those are
useless except the playful ones

Pounding out my time
Jumping in my hand
Wanging side to side
in my head
Where has this lead

you have read
yourself into something new
that no longer fits
inside the accepted you
along with this line

i don't have the lyrical
beauty you seek here
I have sawing lines
hewing rhymes
sharpened tines

One more poem to bedtime i say
just one more spluge of me salty
or sweet depending on smoothness
and ruthlessness we all love to be
without ruth and i knew her husband
who was smitten and smiling in her presence

Forgive this reaching this breaching
of etiquette I can't write lines
you cannot smite
i don't care if they are
really there in your eyes
i entered the arena
i threw down my gauntlet
threw up

These things that we gather about
these fornicating scribbles of art
scimitars of sense and sound bubbling
rejections spelt like blood running out
ululations of spirit and other certainties
bleeding hopefully read and deeply felt
I'll take a coffee and a sandwich of meaning

yes yes you are right you are beautiful yes
this sound bathes your nerves and raws
those things that connect you to time's killers
seconds slaughtered here in honor of your fear
what about what about what about what they say
shame rules your day blame rules your way
something is running out something is running
forward about to run right out of my skin right
aside to your reading here with your judgmental
ear skinning my hearts work like small snacks
ick you say ick this isn't to my taste this isn't
my cup of tea i don't take it filled with blood
this was a day in my robe this was a day

with a finger in my ear a song in my art
i am pulled along bumbling grinning
awkward in the slip stream keeping me off
really
are you still there are you still curious
if this has meaning if this has beauty
if this has some understanding that will
ease the up-welling of annnngst and anger
or click the box of right and let you smile
just smile

What *** are you after
drop into raucous sound
and then emerge in silence
this universe is intended
for mature audiences
this universe is intended
is a false statement
wrapped in something
that isn't ever true
this intent slips within
the lies that comfort us
of understanding and
certainty while we roll
under the wave of now
i need to move forward
i get to breathe here

I am open to some web
some web of energy
and being
that scares me
I think it will
swamp me

I don't craft vases
vazes that is
I don't craft 'em
unless you say
that i do
then i
happily do
I craft vazes
all day

Give it up
you can't keep up

I can echo a heart
over time
I am a movie
about a movie
about a character
a real
character
i am a movie
about me
I am echoing
a heart
that is mine
i imagine
seeing it beat
listening to it's
sweet
gurgling of me
scene one
it is tomorrow
we are all
glowing

The socks I bleached
are haunting me
pale in darkness
restless soles watching
as I light candles and
incense my shoes
pulling their tongues
taught against lacing
up I have found better

Anklez bare to needs
flashing alternatively
propping me from falling
forward my jars of wish
that was printed on time
wailing on instruments
always carried unslung
in these neighborhoods

you wander alone ****
to learing appreciation
cigars and ham blowing
lives in curlers too hot
the at home underwear
holding us apart
falsely I claimed
being here again

What is coming into being
in these bundles of thready
signalling winging at once
a wall of sound brick notes
wavering chafed and read
forming crumbling bling

Blundering in some direction
is scheduled for tomorrow
whether i admit now
my complete huh-ness
not to mention duh-ness
an' enlightening wuh-ness
or not these prime skills
will gracefully guide
my lurching about panic'd
smiling folly of a poem/day
walking a confused beat
that dubiously ends here

This relentless throb
pushing awake again
{pause} loading old {} from past
snooze i don't want to get up to this
snooze i have to get up
*** this
dredging of rightness

the geolocation of where
slathering and soothing

I have an outfit for thought
it looks marvelous swept

it does a backflip off a bridge
lands cleverly spread out

this unending hunger leads
no matter what you make up

breakage always occurs in aisle 9
always there's a curve waiting

I wrestle the morning
and the night before to a standstill

smiling i {} deeply
exiting what

There was this moment
I had her on such an edge
I could feel her rising
I held her there a moment
it has been so long since
I was this much of a man
and then I pushed her over
and she rang out high notes

In my car
In the garage
Bob Seger as loud
as I can stand
turn the page
Here I go again


What is the breath
you **** in hard here
Here I am
turn the page


It's under the influence
of a tale caught in telling
all your love
walking out the door


the interlude calms
angst in rhythm dissipates
beaten down by drums
I'll go along with this song


fortune and mistrust
fall behind blondie
and me
singing against you


And your construction
like trials of Distance
build time and presence
getting through now

Living in this thin slice
almost flattened
'tween was an' gonna

How does everything
fit in here now
this infuriatingly
slippery small
picosecond
Holding the universe
while it wonders
where it goes
and is going
while it stays now & here
we imagine
all around it
like frightened chickens
scratching notes to self
peck it anyway
Why can't I feel
today's end

All of us
making our waves
carefully or not
need to be felt
welcomed
or stopped clearly
with ought

Let's go home now
Its where I need to be
Some magnet
In my pants
Pulls me there
anonce
I am riven
with tomorrow
salt  and vinegar
Kettle chips crunch
Who's bidet who's pillow
invites color and need
pages of straight up
need and desire and
hunger tempered by
tired of this
tired of that


This space falling flat
In challenge


While levels disembark
into gray and and cool
glistening
blocks of whatever
I rain
in case
I taste


Hang on what's that
art on a pillow
that picadillo
that
THAT
that impossible
human
cannot be

This examination
fearful and determined
will assess the depth
of your efficacy
of folded effort
and patience
Can you within
Ascribed energy and time
Emit to things

Big letters then small letters
Big letters then small
Keep this rule clear
And I follow down
this system
to this end
Oh how it explains
everything oh how
I am seen underneath
the smoothness
and roundness
Looking up through
these assemblages
seeing you there
Breathing skylines
unraveling cities
you hope
are packages opening
I have this for yoU

Never see it coming
The rascal in red
Takes over my head
I can't remember
what to me is now dead
when I am red

Barely breathing
I'm plummeting
Some bottom
Some precipice
of faces fading
and still to fade

Held back in some stable
a beast breathes the night
and understands music
it is a sleigh it is a way
Color is held fast
the imaginary passed

Snekerdy caulabol again
acrot beferly eferly boe
have lemerin lilson erole
You zan you zam enaugh
therems gol an zool etay

Owing the day its homage
I writhe just in recollection
of its intensity

I am pulled thin
my eyes flit about
breathing in gasps

The unsettlement
of intense delight
Spread over my daily dread

A persistent sore
stings this side
of my face

As you kiss passed
hesitation
and ham hocks

into surrender
and pistachios
and frozen concoctions

and likenesses
of fantasies fast forwarded
to the good parts

Oh this day
rattles to Dionysus
of its deeds

I am smiling
unsettled
and so satisfied

The fix all
wonder drug
and greatest
mental poison
of all time
which constantly
turns them
upside down
Not yours
of course
Menelaus

On edge
Time is a paper thin
moment
of transformation
A blade containing
our expanding 'verse
you and every galaxy
like you blinking
at our thinness
in the slimness
of now

That was the last
sip of that wine
it lingers and burns
warmly down after
the cool of the sip

I put a package
into their heads
What do you mean
you put a package
in their heads
I put a package
in their heads
What was
in the package
It was a package
Of letters
Why did you put
A package of letters
In their heads
To explode
To wrinkle in
Then come crashing
back Exhausted
And happy

Listens skitter by
Herds of them
Reciting themselves
For sugar
and electrons
Bringing shudders
and waves
making  me
remember them
stronger hating
my abandonment
their

There is something bubbling
Up in the universe
Pushing me hard
Out of the light
To find
To find more

There is sharpness against my skin
of my soul skipping
Hard against
Now falling out of night
Landing ok I've seen now
While it flies burning

Is a description of time labored
worked into crevices like grime
gritty seconds rolling like tanks
against bags of groceries thyme
sinking i am into sinking as a
sensation decline against mine
hard muscled now here hatted
by the paperwork of the day
this what keeps you away

Rex you're right
we imagine
and believe
like fools

The sudden wretchedness
Of my existence
Writes itself

Onto quiet inebriating sips
Of my reticence
lighting itself

it's a song
falling out of an
obscene hour
of consternation

its running down
the clock tower
of ticking
life choices

imagine
these explosives
wicks entwined
being lit

count the no-
see-ums creeping
only visible
as squashed

notes rising
these cascades
a run up
of hope full

meandering
rhythms i
can still follow
say they're you