The Greatest thing
I will never learn,
is just to love and
be loved in return.

Life is Blink of an Eye
      
I was born through time and space
      landed in this crazy bright place
      furious at light and white beasts
      with no faces but ******* and feces.
      I lived parts dealt me rich or poor.
      Bully or bullied Methadone *****.
      AA and AlAnon LGBTQ and straight.
      I always struggled most with weight.
      I had visions through time and space
      in Hospice in Morphine dreams place
      light's candle abandoned the living
      accepting a blink of eye forgiving.

Lust is brutal and raw
   heart in a shark's jaw.
   Absolutely pure desire
   humans' procreation fire.
   We devoured us forever
    then found a new lover.

I'm an imposter
pretender of me
cannot get closer
but I want to be.
I can't fix it now
just set me free
I don't know how
In dark I can't see.

Life was a huge mistake
turn we should not take
choice we should not make
hearts we always break.

It's ugly as mortal sin
as we crawl to our end.
Bette clued me in.
Blood thin as vapor
skin parchment paper
toothless beauty queen
we were so beautiful.
We sing this Hymn.

I never believed in anything
as much as I believed in us.
I'll never forget dog breath.
You taught me how to trust.
You taught me patience and
humility and to be kind when
it wasn't deserved but atone.
I need you more than ever to
show me the way back home.

I don't know how to save a life.
Yours or mine life of any kind.
Fragile hearts will die by knife
cut wrists until they bleed blind.

Throw a final dart
place to live to die.
Final beat of heart,
final kiss goodbye.
Cremate me I learn
be happy in an urn.

I'm an undying romantic.
  My heart has been broken
  time and time again. I always
  go back for more Love's token.

I splash around the ice
while I drink box wine
write this broken verse
nothing could be worse.

Communism
Socialism
Karl Marx
Eat your own
let the world burn
even the worms turn.
Catholic Catechism
Baptism, Confessional
gun fights, last rights.
Incense and Myrrh.

Poetry snobs can kiss his ***
and beg his fans for a pass
into his simple connection
an honesty of real reflection.

I was ****** and drunk at 3am.
My conscience called my phone.
We ****** and never answered.
I crawled back to my quiet womb
with black light in a little room.
I woke in hell's sun naked tomb.

I know I should repent but I
  gave that up long ago, like
  candy for Lent. Mortal
  sins have been my savior.
  We bumped Ugly's drunk,
  fell in love a week to savor.

Pretend boy made of wood.
Call me whatever you would.
I love you with splintered heart.
Burn me down from our start.

Life starts in a **** farm
smelling like day old fish.
The oldest boy with charm
the parents get their wish.

PTSD father's nervous love
nurtures Junior's anxiety.
War hero shot down above
prays for son's sobriety.

I am cruel and I am kind,
hate me most of the time.
Lust is love is just blind.
Marriage the worst crime.

Don't go back in the deep end
for a breath or two, be real
don't break in two just bend
hearts need time to heal.

Our souls bright light
in sin's darkest night
expose our true delight
as death takes it flight.

I bring you pain and hope
let you hang noose rope.
Bible predicts your world
future's truth flag unfurled.

Flies red eye tonight asleep
for love's sad lost kingdom.
******* flaccid long ago
Libido victim of boredom.
Christ we sleep sexless
pretend love more or less.

The myriad Bond Villains
made an unholy alliance
wealth bigger than God
built a Laser appliance
to burn America to hell.
Our guns are useless now
only chance is a blue roof
and learning to kowtow.

You are finally facing
demons I left behind.
I am now facing yours
I've always been blind.
Thick as a ******* brick
just following my *****.

It's huge
melodious centrifuge
stealing rhythm
with no misgiving
from each to give
to each to live
fabulous Commune
a marvelous tune
share our beds
lice in heads
millions die
millions cry
starvation
is salvation.

So close to the last breath
I just want the final ending
knowing my little death
through time's bending.

War is hell they say
but carry on each day
good days fight again
in carrion's awful sin.
War is deafening loud
never give in be proud
cry for dead friends
war's baptism's ends.

Stares forever at me blind
not sweet or unkind.
Just watches over me
I finally lose my mind.

Love is everywhere
the light is unless
you eat my pets or
**** my kin again.
Welcome to America
Land of the free
with weapons for
you and for me.
Walter Cronkite died
buried with truth.
My brother's bible
New York Times
makes communists
socialists and Nuns.

You're a burr in my saddle
a stone in my shoe
annoying rattle
driving to you
in my **** box car
held together with glue
to remove a spider
for my love of you.

I went to 6 Alcott Lane
I grew up joy and pain
For sale after the funeral
Mom and Dad now unreal.
Just sad empty spaces
ghosts call our places
Christmas mornings
Echoes of warnings.

We leave you in droves.
You betrayed our beliefs.
Treason to Constitution.
My uncle was a priest.
****** a congregation.
**** the evil devil  beast.

I rode rails with Kerouac
dragged hearts through
one night bomber flack
full moon of eerie blue.

Willing virgins sacrificed
on altars of sacred Beats
Scream out "Jesus Christ"!
applause from cheap seats.

The whole **** bunch of you
drag me down a rabbit hole
with more lost hope insane
Xmas morning lump of coal.
Let me be eaten by Haitians
surrender of all the nations.

Who do you beg to forgive
when Katie estranged me?
What can you do all alone?
maybe just write poetry.
Set yourself on fire to be
another zealot set free.

The second hand reminds
the minute hand to move
that reminds hour hand
time's advance to prove.

Corner of here and there
whenever and where.
I beg for change
always rearrange
shtick for crowd
I want them loud
tossing money
****** funny.

You made vows you broke.
Promised serenity. A joke
without laughter a king
with a crown of thorns
nailed on cross of wood.
We rode the rails for free
from here to the eternity
I can be what I should be.

Drugs don't stop
the shaking now
but I still try again
the promises louder
needle full of water
Rehab false slaughter.

He snores and farts in sleep.
Unabashed as we kids creep
looking at Grandpa's books
borrowing them like crooks.
Salinger's Catcher in the Rye.
Fitzgerald's The Great Gatsby.
Bronte's Wuthering Heights.
Steinbeck's The Grapes of Wrath.
Sylvia Plath's The Bell Jar.
My 100 Night's in the Bar
tanned in neon's sunlight
stumble home in moonlight.

Polio or stroke or death?
Macabre Picasso thought?
Pocket watch ticks breath
was I only sold and bought?

All the loud explosions in your head
many generations have been dead.
Dancing to Victrola music drink gin
toast survivors we can love again.
Missing an arm or leg or heart
sit with me and kiss for a start.

Too much fools blood to drink
I made monsters to never think.
Mad as a hatter follow the hare
down the rabbit hole if you dare.
A tab of acid and Cheshire Cat
I married a 10 who turned to fat.
Rusted tin man and cowardly lion
Dorothy's world is finally dying.

Me and My Arrow

I swore you called me Dad
walking barefoot to the bar
with your brother Sean
and a ***** gallon jug
cheap beer in the jar.
saw The Point a delight
put you two in beds
kissed you night.

I shoot up and live death awhile.
  I keep dropping dead and come alive
  and die again and death holds the
  best dreams for us living zombies.
  We lose families. We lose ourselves.
  We wish prayers helped or AA or
  sponsors or your heart and soul.
  I dream of our first time *******.

We planted our hearts
in our backyard doubt
waited for sacred water
all we got was drought.
Love is a quiet slaughter
never suicides shout.

Another stranger in my bed
all the others left once fed
leaving echoes inside my head
Shrink's pills here instead
mourning her beauty's dead
marriage completely bled.

Surrounded by all this earthly ****
in my happy hour a Springsteen hit
New York City Serenade takes me
back to my youth where I'm naive.
I'm a nasty fat ghost dead certain
at inevitable confessional curtain
judgement's cards are on the table
thumbs up or down or just a fable?

I'm lost each night
for an hour or two
in wine's sweet flight
nothing better to do
I fly too close to the sun
then fall back to the Earth
I never die in dream fun
pained morning a rebirth.

Foothills of the Rockies
  Aspen's spread gold leaves,
  grey branches in the trees
  shake in the Autumn breeze.

Young is easy.
     Old is hard.
     Young knows it all.
     Old knows better.
     Young fears nothing.
     Old fears forgetting.
     Young moves free.
     Old moves tethered.
     Young has parties.
     Old has Irish wakes.