Why do I give the finger
to what I love
why do i give the finger
to the world
why do I give the finger
to my own good
Why do I give the finger
to you

I don't care about you
anymore
I have learned my lesson
about  you
you and your fancy words
dancing down
everything with that frown
i can't e'n
find a smile for your need
anymore

Don't soften existence
to the dissonant
by being it

You indulged
in your self loathing
habit
made yourself
feel so bad
it was ok
to take advantage
of me

You do go on
Have another day
to veer through
while looking
back at nothing
made of the best glue
memories of the
worst you
certain of more
avuncular blue

Chasing myself down
Run here I come
Where did you go
How did you disappear
like that
Stop already
This is exhausting
This
Now where are you
You are supposed to be
Not that don't do that
Why are you being
this way
This is what you said
you wanted
What now
Get up already
I'm not

This screen glows too brightly
in this darkened quieted hour
it dominates the room and the mood
has its own aura a smeary haze surround
what hearth is this illuminates my walls
what stone drains heat deep into its core
in this bright liquid display of tomfoolery
the violence of scalded and running oh language
hides in a metaphor running like a scalded dog
from this nits this bits of brightness
not darkened enough by this content
i am sunning or am i running or am i
looking for another syllable to fit this spill
sought after illumination runs from  your
practiced sight your mistaken desire to opine

Waiting for Toni
whom I've stopped
answering

so to address
this ghost
this most

who won't
stop by
and fall

on
my
sword

this is death
this is fear
this is panic

gritting my teeth
there's always my beef
with (something)

and scrambling time
over furniture
and feelings

and i am here
waiting for
her surrender

knowing well
maybe not
knowing

fearing well
maybe
frightened

as i operate
at this
dangerous edge

gambling i am
with
your truth

showing it
to
you

sorry
again
really

How does
this
not stick

as i
sit
crying

if you were
crying over me
i'd take your call

One Direction leads to smaller worlds
And One Direction leads to larger ones
And you are caught

Enroute to forlorn
Over what to do
What to do
What to do
Oh my

And you visit small

To be big
is to want
then worry
order is all

This book
This book is a saw
This book saw you
Cut in half
this book cut thru
You in half
Das book this book
Saws and hammers
A paper cut kingdom
of slits with dirt
in syllables of skin
Skint paper spelling
This book drumming
Out of ear shot
Just wailing away
On the skins
Of November
Stopping no season
No chapter
No having
to put out myself
At book club
to things

The joy
Of feeling the love
And acceptance
Of a beautiful woman

Roots me
Riots me
Ruins me
Rights me
Rocks me

And my body sings
me to sleep

I have written the perfection of
now on a napkin
backspin

The listening done to art
arising in coarseness
*******

Under these lights
moving the curtains
bulletin

see see see the taste
coursing through
nothin'

i and you correspond
with a sound
set in

this cool night i am afright
of October and its darkness
of which I am

I keep resisting the idea
that I'm cornflakes
Oh I know
all the thinking
that disproves this
ludicrous notion
but crunchy in milk
is sooo sultry
and satisfying

I'm letting the sun come in
it's baggage is so warm
leather, not smooth, sensual
caught in transfixed beaming
in this layer of radiation
beaming at the caresses
of a star in a 'verse
touch me warmly deeply
this spine this spy'n' on time
assonance of red sweater'd girls
sweltering gravity and arrows
this direction of scratch
chasing itch satisfying need
the swell the buoyancy and tilt
of a warm sea under a warm sun
i rise with the swelling of you

The things attempting to fill an evening
Tank warfare
The 5th Element
snacks, drinks ...

The hole you never filled
is somehow so much emptier
without the hope of you
and your enthralling lies

Spastic barnacles of time
snap me into place roughly
competitively jerking my chain
good evening relative calm

Strangled superposition
fluoresce in wrinkled
cupcakes of listening
moments hard by your heart

I take a breath in the theatre
stars bend inward ignorant
they are slaves to our birth
if that happened at all now

Some deep bloom crimson
would have to be or violet
singes the flavor tannic
and surreptitiously sweet

Always almost catching me
right there red handed
drunk on being caught
a stone higher up the mount

I scroll you *******
infinitely fraught
perhaps
infinitely sought
steps

thin penciled lines
on faded paper
wait by the bath
to be cleaned of time

what darkens into
these lines
those lines
crowds of already

waiting  to be sound
blasting away
at space time
that you know

camped out
on moonbeams
made of nonsense
capitalized

this distance
away from
that grip
on you

closing

Someone let night
Out of the bag
It wasn't I

Someone let slippery Darkness
Reign o'er the day
It wasn't I

Someone let today get ahead
of you
It wasn't I

Someone
Not I

A few small words
find their way
through thought
land nettled
time caught

Adhere to this idea
above all else
Any idea
and nature laughs
and then cries
out belonging

Distance is unobtainable
if I keep you engaging
realizing yer wrong
in my imagination

That is the one
I'd be close to
Am close to
must end
now
~

Scrambling for pieces
little uneven pieces
with an uncertain color
and a vague shape
maybe some ruffles
scattered on the floor
right through the open door
on our knees gathering
in some tenderness

I will pour some more
wine i will slice some more
cheese i will drift off into more
dreams i will elaborate some more
lies i will laugh at some more
forays i will reach some more
notes i will who am i kidding i will some
more wine more lines more stretching of time some more
late night movies and this typing away at time some more
baskets and drawers and shelves and closets of stuff some more
things to write home oh where is that about some more
Thursday night still to use some more denouement
unfinished kisses unattempted  caresses
kindnesses crashing onto pillows
sorry i am not wait
maybe i am

In two lines your brain will be mine

Skip that one
Skip this one
Poor lines
Sent packing

Mumblety-tasty
deeply surprising
Mellifluous even
Crystalline truth

Still looking
amongst this bumbling
bush of phrases to
earn those praises

The saccharine indulgence
of comforts choice
clangs on ears
rendering opinion

Opinions are the
Mark of the poor
heralds & scribes
I am fooled by turn

Passers of beauty
Smugglers of delight
arise
lick across this
in your lips

sitting comfortable in this darkness
this cricket backgrounded quietness
this ear scratching cheek rubbing
this i'm in no hurry to go to bed
there it is there is the cool air
i was promised i always wanted
i exalt in quiet ways over this fresh
i respect inside my skin this taste
coming here to be tasted aloud
what moment what thought isn't
an ****** whatever that is
coursing us forward imaginary
companions fluffing our need
and this ink sticking you in time
is skinning oaken barrels of being

today is decanted among much fanfare
samples doled out in small glasses
sniffed and quaffed i think in style
enriched by not missing

it is misdirection we invent
to defy the coarseness of seconds
when we should be exalting

She said she liked my poem

I thought
Send me a **** picture that gives me a hard-on and I'll write you one

She said it was beautiful
Will you meet me later for hot fun
you amazing *****

She smiled shyly
and requested an autograph
I came for this

What is your containment plan
For this Radioactive Hardon
I have for you

Everybody can see it
In my eyes
Not to mention yours

I know this makes no sense
You rarely do
punk

Oh to fill this cool September night
Something more than this array of distraction
This day from end-to-end
Was about your arrival
Your presence
Your ******* blinding presence
I tell you I hate you
It is how small I am
I hate

You are a whim on a song
At that time of the month

I am always going to hate you
Please please please pleas

You ***** exalting
I am just a mirror for your power

Relax into the universe
You are here for a reason

Relax into the universe
You are it sneezing

Relax into the universe
You are a peyote button away

Relax into the universe
You are amscray

Relax into the universe
As if the blank verse

Prolapse into the underverse
you are amscray

I've decided I'm just going to be
Openly in love
With your crazy beautiful self
What the ****
Even this much
Should not be

So that little moment
I'm going to talk about it
To myself
Over and over and over
Yeah
Yep
Yepper

I used to resent
That I am this simple
Now I Surrender
to the rent

I am but a cocky fool
Resting on the energy of my tool
Powered up and down
by the energy of ball school

Of course this is nuts
As if there was magic
in these butts
I was thinking *****

And hoping
always hoping
for a 7am visit
to my shallowest self

You're a rockstar
rising up blah
blah-blah blah
Hyphenated blah

I am aware
Of a sore
That's hurts
stings even

this ingrown hair
outstrips your
carefully outfitted
kit of desperation

I am aware
of this descending
crescendo of no
I am not that

anymore rises
to strike truly
this sentiment
of lemonade and *****

testifies to the merit
of these blackened pixels
restaurant engineering
I come back for

And you're here
timeless tan lines
burned so deeply
I cannot see

Today wins

So much of my stuff
is prayers to beauty
even if it is shallow
ignorant beauty

I am on my knees
to that power
grovelling again
for your touch

You are a crime
against my soul
Please tell me
you'll come by
Later

This haunting of myself
thought blows reigning down
on my fractured now
Oh how will I...

One window is open
as old September
almost coldly almost coolly
pours in around
my too hot feet

gets a few days
while over worked August's
90-degree-yesterday-glare fades
perhaps he'll rest
as old September's apples
fall in October's new colors

This wisp
of my intent
rises

This lean
of alcohol
tonight

This nail
clawing
out

I can't hear
coarseness
obliviates

Sensibility
of you
arriving

Cream
cream
I want to scream

Lips are painted
running
in a todo

Pursing and waiting
against a hand back
of doubt

Turn it off
this acclaim
this applause

Notes out
sounding
fantastic

I am yours
in
this

I've a check-mark to make
satisfyingly
checked

done it
i say
almost carved

touch your
finger
to your lips

that sensation
of absence
of other

need
capitalizes
itself

I've leaned back
in understanding
in

flavor
in spin
I am revolving

what is the upside
I wonder
of color

I can't reside
on time
while space escapes

running
as fast
as possible

this seems
improbable
reading

writing
stillness
out

aren't we left
with something
wonderful

I don't see me
in this mix
of women
wives and
daughters
and
...


I can't find me
in this pile
of ...

I have questions
regarding
your hearts

I don't understand
how you can resist
falling sweetly

I think you
seek
the same

I am free
of sandwiches
of hope

Spacing you out
the hatch
if I could
project decisiveness
tightly
it's a floral
arrival
you see things
I don't
Wrestling arrives
a moment contended
Until your lips
there is real power
everything else
hopes to be
poetry

I have a movie to make
Stars are beautiful young women
You seem surprised
I have a farce to make
Stars are beautiful young women
Don't be surprised
I have a
thing to see
Capitalization of body parts
I have an attitude to portray
Without pants
I have you
Poetic wants
Nothing has something
Held dear
Clutching
What are you
I am an answer
To what's next

I am a space
bar of expansion

Press press press
I am pushed
Inside you

Exploratory energy builds
Wants out into
The unknown
I have to go
be somewhere else
now
My feet are dying
of the known
paths
They know where
they're made to walk

Don't talk to me
I'm done
You're wasting your time

This bit of hate
is for you
and your act

Your words
of caring
hollow

I feel
less alone
with you gone

Let your being enjoy itself

Let your being enjoy yourself

Let your being enjoy your being

Be enjoying your being

Be being your being enjoying

Be enjoying

Be Joy

Enjoy being

Joy

Joy'n me being

Enjoy something
anything really
will do
now

I finally have you
out of my head enough
to see you as a person

That envelope
you come in
is so loud

In my body
and the internal noise
in response

Is pots and pans
clanging an' banging
away all thought

and my conscious mind
knows the beast
it rides

Do you feel it moving
This wave form that is our current
Understanding

Do you feel it become
something different
While we go to laud it
It is new somewhere else

We are newer faster
Our instruments for replication
Of Ideas

Faster faster faster
breathe
slow down

what reflects that draws you
Why does that catch your eye
Which eye

I'm stringing words
like popcorn on fishing line
and they dont like how that feels

Look under the sound
let it slip off the word
literary malfeasance has occurred

Take a pickaxe to the sound
pry out the meaning that has
latched onto this single frame

Be a criminal getting to live
unexpectedly

Digging for fearlessness
in tears
an' temptation

Finding I don't care
protecting
lies and gloating