All the things i did in school
Alway made me look a fool
I no longer have the energy to go along
They try to teach you to believe
By always trying to deceive
Christ i got so tired of that song

So you head out on your own
Determined to make yourself a home
And surround yourself with people you hardly know
They’re just lonely for a friend
They won’t love you in the end
And pretty soon you find out this is so

The wolds is such a lonely place
The winds of change all in your face
The future a dark place beyond the dawn
Honey i’m comin home
But i’m not sure anymore where i come from
I'm not sure anymore where I come from

So I’m all alone tonight
creeks are rolling down my cheeks
And a heavy world of pain
Stacked up on my chest
Honey in a world without you
All i do is fall
I don’t think that i can do it
I don’t think that I can do it after all…

Market street
Bloopers in blue uniforms
Flat tops and red noses
Pontificate from soapboxes
To cantankerous clowns inciting protest
Bar brawling streets ignite a haversack generation
Of tattoos and hypocrites
That feast on double shots and cigarettes
Trying to control the uncontrollable
Nowhere man struts alone through Jonestown
Tripping over his tongue
While smoking his mind
Through yesterday's glass pipe of sorrows
Television, coffee bean synergy
Reluctant paraphernalia
Intravenous meat living to the beat
Of an empty drum
Raz a ma tazz
Reactive
Inactive
Suffering serene serfs
***** by the hunger of a lost youth
The sequencer of the sequential runs wild
The freedom bird flies
Sings songs for the senseless
The senseless sing along
Presidents and prisoners have *******
Equal in the void
The ******* queen whets her lips
Seven against Thebes
Rorschach tests refute Walt Whitman
Festivals for the oppressed
Youthful vigor gives way to Korsakoff’s syndrome
A diseased reality of horned rabbits
Whim wham whining
The universal ******* takes refuge
In the autonomy of the city
And I am the rangefinder
The random man
A teary eyed son of the Buddha lands
Looking for a cheap peep show

He sits alone
atop a stool
bolted to the etheric floor
of a barbed wire room
Stares at his haunted reflection
A particular and demonstrable gloom
bounces off a soul cracked mirror
into eyes not recognized by those eyes
sunk into and renting space on his
roadmap cracked face
Song on the radio howls and growls
“Blood on the rise, it’s following me”
peace frog dances deep cut gems
Blood flows out pockets
Bullet to brain innuendo
Hidden shadows fight
in darkened corners
calling for rockets on sight
For everyone to delight in

the city is alive
on every street
on every corner
on every person's breath
from the ghettos to the graveyards
a host of martyred memories  pave the way
they’re getting high at the gates of city hall
the cannabis heroes
******* their way
through contagious clouds of euphoria
and grappa handshakes
the dream elite smatter down broadway
steeped in the radical
a sallow skinned man thumps his bible
while **** jesus rages from his forked tongue
long legged honeys in tight shirts
and short skirts
saunter down sidewalks
like cosmopolitan documentations of grace
busy walkways garrulous
with nicotine stains and hard-ons
engender a throng of philosophizing junkies
who spit a material language from rooftops
that echoes off an expanse
between austerity and madness
cosmic layers of protoplasm
and pornographic revelations
fashion gestalt ****** and love parades
a vast dream machinery
of wet pulsating components births
a jamboree of internecine warriors
who drip like mercury
through time and space
etching out their own evolution
poetry readings in coffee shops
tai chi masters and rock n roll slaves
punk rock chicks in fishnet stockings
and combat boots
hang out in doorways dancing like fools
a half-baked guitar player in a train station
screaming for a fix
a whole lost battalion of  nobody’s
sniffing through the gutters
eeking out their cause
and through it all
I sit watch groove and know
RIGHT NOW
WE ARE ALL ALIVE!

I sit in sad café’s
Slowly sip gin, sedate myself
Watch vacant whitewash walls
Raindrops drizzle through
The torn awning out front
Like lonely teardrops
I think of a girl I once knew
Identify with fingerprints in the hall
I scan the room for possibilities
That always seem to turn the other way
Long legged honeys, miles of tongue
And smiles that make my brain weep
All poured into a plastic cup
That rests on a table by a book
I’ll probably never read
People gather in small clusters
Drink their coffees, their mocha’s
And chat about their day
I sip from that plastic cup
Aching to forget about mine
There’s an empty seat across from me
Haunted by the ghosts of dead friends
I listen carefully for their voices
So distant now
And wonder if I ever really heard them at all

I swim the staggering waters of excess
Tread pathways of vacuous intent
I lean into the winds of my desires
Dance through the consciousness of the Sages of old
Through the raging of sacred notes
That comprises the hallowed music of time
Forever in motion
Moving this way and that
For to move is to live,
To move Is to thrive
Even as the stillness maneuvers there is light
A light that unfurls the secrets of the darkest night
And i bask in this darkness
In the pleasure of its hidden treasures
Every nook and cranny bare wonder
In every wonder, delight
I sail forth on the energy of the unknown
To the edge of the precipice of mind
I welcome the depths of nothingness
As the wickedness of the infinite
Lashes the worlds of man
And rains words into expanse
i become undone
Merge with the sky and sun
Lose myself outside the lines
Stretch outward to the netherworld
To feast on the sweet nectar of the forbidden vine

I am revolution
a confluence of self propelled
protoplasmic revelation
the synthesis
of infinite cataclysmic events
my fingerprints bleed anarchy
i have no form in the void
i am an atomic convolution of rebellion
bound by space time
and wrought by the primordial ooze
out from which i crawled
i am a direct result of phenomena
completely beyond my control
my mind a battleground
for eons of evolution
i exist as a continuum of volition
that ebbs and flows
indiscriminately toward an oblivion
that precedes and succeeds all
i am a confabulation
of electrical impulses
a web of synergistic energy
that incessantly battles forward
toward an indeterminate horizon
meanwhile
universes postulate inside my skull
strumming the strings of my cranial guitar