Cutting Down Your Poet Tree

Cutting Down Your Poetry Cutting Down Your Poet Tree

This body of work was created from 1980 to 1987. The Lyrics were used in Entropy, my punk band. Much of it came in 1987, a spiritual experience had me writing in a manner akin to speaking in tongues. My own experience with listening to punk music without ever learning the words influenced me to write these little poems the way they sound, not always mean.

Smelt, My House

Purple flowers on my skin

brother's shadow on the wall

small sister is crippled she must crawl

see the pale horse ride through the door

large Mastiff howling at the moon

sun ironing double on barren land

red hail falls on blackened soil

and now the bride in black may kiss the groom and ride back

PURPLE FLOWERS ON YOUR SKIN

AND BROTHER'S SHADOW'S ON THE WALL

SMALL SISTER'S CRIPPLED, SHE MUST CRAWL

WE LOST ONLY MILLIONS, DID WE WIN?

AND I WENT AHEAD BEFORE THE LAST SIN

AND I PREPARED, IGNORE ME SOME MORE

SEE THE PALE HORSE RIDES THROUGH YOUR DOOR

THIN GRIN WITHIN, NOTHING FOR YOUR KIN

"MELT MY HOUSE, HOW DARE YOU?"

"TAKE MY LIFE?"

"MELT MY HOUSE, HOW DARE YOU?"

YOUR JUST A MOUSE IN A MELTED HOUSE

YOU SAT THERE ROLLING/SMOKING HEAPS OF POT

YOU HATED LIVING, SO YOU TOKED

AND THAT'S O.K., ALWAYS BEING JOKED

TRYING TO TRAVEL SOMEWHERE YOU'RE NOT

AND HE ENJOYED DRIVING CARS HE BOUGHT

AND THEY ADORED GOOD OLD DOOR

WHEN HE WENT BROKE, THEY GOT MAD

BUT NOW THEY'RE ALL DEAD CAUSE THEY GOT CAUGHT

"BUT I paid MY TAXES FOR A LIFE TO LIVE,"

(THAT TOOK THE COUNTRIES' POOR AS THE FOOLS)

AND NOW THE COUNTRY'S BARREN SO YOU CAN'T HIDE

THEY GAVE EVERYTHING THEY COULD GIVE

THERE'S A LARGE MASTIFF HOWLING AT THE MOON

THE SUN'S BURNING DOUBLE ON THIS BARREN LAND

RED HAIL FALLS ON BLACKENED SOIL

THE END FOR MOST IS COMING SOON

Alive and Jiving

I finally popped the popcorn right

I finally got it right, all right

olive oil was not to hot

I think I'll pop it every night

See now I read the labels

and I believe the fables

put dinner on the table

I eat right everyday

I know what is important

I'll swim here every morning

no smoke I walk the steps and

popcorn I'll have every night

I have nothing to Say...

I've said so much for so long that,

She Reminds me

when I became

where I have come

and she reminds me

where what I've done

means nothing to her

she reminds me

(I know I'll forget)

but she reminds me

and that's what I like

about her

I'm gonna break every funking glass in the house

I'm gonna break the phone and watch Goodfellas

and Apocalypse Soon all night long and drink

coffee and do this about

a n g

e r a

n g

er anger

right

now

Thick Reigns in My Skull

Chorus: Why, Why do you cry?- after all had God meant you to fly, he would have made

your bones as hollow as your skull

You continue to accept the charges, you get off on that fast buck socket

that free lust

last luck

lost look

free lack

lustered

socket

from coal laden barges- artillery arteries

margins of butter and rockets of fat

margarine, batter, and buckets of fat

lards are in, serpentine, string beans of fat

missals of meaningless calories that

dance on your table bright yellow fat

how about that

plugged into crumpling walls

rape T.V. finds a hole

watched gluing in the tube

the tubes of fat it's fat it's fat

it's fat again it's on my brain

and as I drain this liquid out

the white fat puddling starts to shout

Man is just man made

he strives for true perfection

and it's man's man made price he's paid

steel and flesh it's all the same it's bound to fall apart

man's made man techno turns the fuel no doubt

Pollution without protection

the tracks are quickly laid

Francis Bacon and Fig Newton TM bars

the price is being paid

Oh boy for

fast free

last look

lost luck

lust lack

lustered

progress

the stacks they keep on smoking

too soon this man a regress

for God, she must be joking...

LIGAMINT

Talking pictures

walking mixtures

Balking tricksters

rocking fixtures

paradoxes

draining power

turning sour

taking towers

fortress falling

someone is calling

Trawlers trawling

talking pictures

Californias long term

investment

living pictures are

given refuge in

taken daily for

limbo stool pigeons

snapshot is what

you're giving into

and that's what

crapshooter will suit

Talking pictures

walking mixtures

balking tricksters

rocking fixtures

para dopes

draining power

turning sour

taking towers

fortress falling

someone's calling

trawler is trawling

taking pictures

Just because it does it just because it does it doesn't justify it just because

Living pictures are given refuge in taken daily for limbo stool pigeons

snap shot is what you're giving in to and that's what crap shoot will suit

LIFE in Hell, Aye?

These dirty bottles from underground

have something antique to say about

these grey and bloody bottle nose dolphins

have nothing to say I say how?

save the bay 'ugh' you say

and take another slug the lost angels

are here to stay

a life in hell a lie

fins soup seaweed pink devils and

sharp teeth

A make up wont save you

a make up will not save your grade of course skin

And the space that your make up

takes up on your face is the space

that you take up

that while you're are to place

all that make up wont make

up for your face

or the waste in the first place

cause one day we all look up

and feel some disgrace

from the time we are told

to y the way we go cold

one day we all look up and get taken away

Home

close lines flags fly

dawn is trying to get high

how can she warm me when the flags are wet?

sitting in warm springs

see the blue bird pass

ice sickles pierce

steam pool lining

tier of snow nowhere to go

I know one blue belle

whisper little willow

whisper little thistle

why did she hang these outside

in the snow?

take me home where the

yellow sandals roam

where there's

room for you and I

and the little shallow eyes are known

to fry upon the pan

and scales come off for free

take me home

...OR WAS HE FAKING?

Screaming down a crowded isle

A crazy makes a choice

the message heard a mile away

The lady snores the voice a smile

Butcher's wife she comes to trial

Not guilty was the plea of course

Fulfilling all her dreams

plea insanity beyond recourse

bleeding down a shady hill

a body finds a place

her dressing splattered on the green

the murder hides his mind at trial

The Mayor's death a bitter fact

the hostess is to blame

milk white struggle second act

a Twinkie TM is to blame

FREE that justice

CHUCK that JUSTICE SYSTEM

SCREAMING DOWN A CROWDED AISLE A CRAZY MAKE A CHOICE

HIS MESSAGE HEARD A MILE AWAY,

THE LADY SNORES THE VOICE A SMILE.

BUTCHER'S WIFE SHE COME TO TRIAL.

NOT GUILTY WAS THE PLEA OF COURSE. FULFILLING ALL HER

DREAMS.INSANITY BEYOND RECOURSE. Check the system Chuck the system

If you like to get high,I'm taking a hike. Don't GET me wrong, BLEEDING DOWN A

SHADY HILL A BODY FINDS A PLACE. HER DRESSING SPLATTERED ON THE

GREEN. MURDERER HIDES HIS MIND AT TRIAL. THE MAYORS DEATH A BITTER

FACT. A HOSTESS IS TO BLAME. A MILK-WHITE STRUGGLE SECOND ACT 'A

TWIN key LIT THE FLAME' Check the system

FREE the system

If you like to get high,

I'm taking a hike.

Don't get me WRONG,

Check the system

SHOCK the system

So Why Are Still Plugged into the Wall? ( Hear the Mp3)

Like a breach in a fat zit, the rebellion spews out

Like a leech in a pile of chit the rebellion hews out

On the beach like dead whale, the rebellion glues out

O.K. teach, tell me what your rebellion's about

You say you are anti society, government, and war

well you are not fooling me when I walk through your door

The records are piled high and the stereo's clean.

There's a t.v., a car, and you don't look so lean

You smoke up some hope because you can't cope

You're just frozen chit and the end of a rope

What did you pay to hear "Punks Not Dead"?

Pocketbook rebels willingly bleed

A there's one other thing,

that anti- nuke sticker on your car

Is it just a new trend? What the hell is it for?

You don't understand, it's the car that you own

One of the reasons Nuclear power has grown

There's one other thing you might try to do

Lobby your Congressman to find something new

And if that's the case, the answer is far

Because new technology just chit more in this zoo

Like a breach in a fat zit, the rebellion spews out

Like a leech in a pile of chit the rebellion hews out

On the beach like dead whale, the rebellion glues out

O.K. teach, tell me what your rebellion's about

Like a breach in a fat zit,the rebellion spews out. Like a leech in a pile of chit the

rebellion hews out. On the beach a dead whale, the rebellion glues out. O.K. teach, tell

me what your rebellion's about. You say you're anti- society, government, and war, well

you're not fooling me when I walk through your door. records are piled high and the

stereo's clean. There's a t.v., a car, and you don't look so lean. You smoke up some

dope because you can't cope. You're just frozen. chit at the end of a rope. What did you

pay to hear "Punk's Not Dead"? Pocketbook rebels willingly bleed. Where do you think

you got the power for your anti war stereo and your PR decor? You'll swear you're just a

member when they kick down your door. You put down war cause you think you're

hard-core!

Sign my sighs away

and she ran into the radio belly up and my nose rests I one derange

Plunger Point

The pooh of piglet

made gas for some bemire

methane trap from rich chit

the dreamer sips some cream from his cuppa

Who should I who's shoe did die?

braid that stock in the bulls tail

heed your sons' baleful emotional needs

why couldn't I afford tattoos before it was passe?

free off

iff and only if

money honey

proper property

PRESS prestige

lie, cheat, steal,

free everybody

nobody cares why should I?

no gloves fly here!

elevate tore her or

no thing he ever said made him a cent read

wrote the chit down in bed

and it made him a pent house

gut that calf in half he said

not only is the rent paid, but the calf is under the bread

increases in creases

shift option underline

pulled Lady gunhilda from the text

threw the book into the brine

fired her up with turpintine slam me down a pint a whine

cry the flies are doing great

pull the plate off hydras head

load a bullet now you're mine

hallowed eyes

The man's eating man eating sharks up

man's eating shark marking the make up

of their life afterdark comes to light upon

image and carnage deep in the brine of

the mind of mankind the kind of thinking

I got watching Jaws

Lumber slum

Lumber slum timbre slam Nice night for China White

a black backdrop drops

a smacked back black draws the black drops, packs the black smack

and drops back jacked back on the black drop smack

a fair I see

a fair I see a fare icy affair eye sea mon friar Lice

I'm so love with this girl

what's a poor obsessive compulsive supposed to do

I wish I had the strength of my buddy Lean

He can bend em and mold em and send em away

he's emotional granite loves working with glass

when I see my girl's ass my heart turns to sand

his heart's made of steel and he's stern unafraid

and I'm emotional balsa that just wants to get laid

I'm emotional driftwood and I'll go with the wind

Maile Tones

maile tones you buried your flowers in my heart

I see the child inside your eyes

when you left I burned the fat and found myself at the next level thank you

I'll never forget that Bali bracelet around my wrist and what you gave me money can't

buy a willingness to read inner bonding and a return to love

the child we had was mine and yours so thank you

Niki's Friend Allusion

Listen to the strangers talk

The girl I sketch is in between

A friend forever on the way

In hind sight he meant Niki Rae

The meat is murder man

is on her left and on her right

The ex-professor janitor

now an artist wanting light

They sit and talk I sit and sketch

I sip and sketch and wait to talk

I wait and wait but to my loss

The meat is murder man is

standing on a soapbox cross

The ex-professor janitor

complaining out of hand

I stand and walk away

One day I meet her roommate

Niki Rae

Niki Rays of light in ancient Eyes

You are the light blue sky eyes

marks of the ancient chef are in your hands

lines of hope for dry clay in the sunlight

the nicks in your soul rays of sunshine...

harvest.

See the sun's niki ray along this path

I'm here to say we go way back

old soul to soul and wind to wind

I'll ne'er forget your smile nor breath

they lit your eyes so long ago

and as they glow I sat beside you within the snow

inside that tent of Gods around

all love was clove amongst this stone

an age of ice where fire within

the sound your smile and ancient eyes

will keep me warm until we sit again

blackboard

side of fries

erase the chalk sidewalk cries

poor little ego waiting for the way to go

If it wasn't for you they would not have missed God

yo poor little Greedy feeding on the needy

They could not have got God at the lost and found

Hey lay off on that poor pride come on let the liar slide

If it wasn't for the coward we'd be lying with the strong

and sew a little patience for envy and the jealous

If we wasn't afraid of what we had we wouldn't like a what we get

Awe take a little sloth and put her with a moth

If it wasn't for perfection we couldn't wear silk

If it wasn't for the erection the cows would give milk and

if fear wasn't and allusion love would always stay elusive

an illusion boy it's good to be smart and it smarts to be good

saw buttons so

free it

free everyone

say free off to the mother

and free off to the sun

say I'll see you brother

I've decided to run

and if all of this means running

well at least I'll say I ran

and If the time is going to pass

I'm going to pass it on

yeah there's one thing I've decided

and that's one thing that's for sure

if I am am going to be human I might as well

move along and get it on

yeah free it I surrender

i give up on true north

If i'm going to use the compass

it's going to be my heart

Zen tent

Peter pull the hammer handle

took the nail right throughout his sandal

rolled the ball right underwriter

He fall like Gaul right in the garden

He so smarter than Madison ave

say carry on let the carrion be

he daddy left for ice and never came back

he daddy say son you a wet blanket

on foot the gall is pierced with the spike

dexterity never did him any good

minors and stealers were his friends

the rest is smoke

he crawl from the garden

into a field of cattle bliss covered with snow

crawl into a Zen water tank cause the water's not frozen right?

he sceptic hope he'd find a hide

put down the shove of his own grave

slide the snake bite in the brine

Eskimo girl look in say cool down let me

checking your package over the falls

acid kills boy let me take out of this den of lies

up dirt walkway that's my boy

fluid drive he go out on the floor

NiC WuSsIe? mean Nobody cares why should I?

Eskimo girl say hush and feed him

slush and rush him in her Zen tent rent free

white collar rocker got mo' money burns

tattooed above the elbow cause he is gonna learn

got mommy and daddy on the table in an urn

and a line around the table waiting fo it's turn

A dry white toast

Mc fly made the toast

to a season of crumbs

on a sliver of bread

he was drunk as a spider

and dumb as a knot

what he said was free roaches

and a toast to their dead

if it weren't for the flies

we'd be better off bugs

as he stood there fly preaching

he was whacked by the news

rolled up by his killer

yesterdays blues

Gimmie's Dead

ask say child for what he needs

you aren't a child so raise yourself

if you teach child to be unkind

and with the child you stay for life

bring the child the love he needs

teach him to give without return

release with love the fear subsides

you run with fear or ride with love

Wee Rind- the History of Aport knee

this time ten times

thank you for passing

these times mend minds

tin tan blue sand

plain yellow plan

watch the river swell

jump in let go

watch the yellow green

KETCH

Good grief the thief

just slipped into

the kitchen

and slate my faith and courage and love

and replaced it with doubt, fear and resentment

Thinking Knee Maverick Geographic Cowardice

sadly I saddle my horse and of course as I go

there's tears in my eyes and my cries go unheard

gosh darn it

why me?

Poking fun

everything entropy raisin hell for bad grapes duck barf crass in cholera skull rock 2nd

Law and Simba chameleon mango draw a blank business is business chisel in a drizzle

don't poop in the punch legitimate child in - 131 black skirts and silver dollars diamonds

in der ground people tuna to much precision in session classical crass duck tape a shot

in the park chirping away at the anti Christ coffee shop concerns half measures and whole

bars don't make me ask you nicely DIN stomp the tree spare change hand me down

time takes a beating fly pot disco fix me shoe sound double down yellow and red like a

Mexican menu pack your own parachute shoes without cocks whistling pasty the grave

yard fishing through Ice guide and deck resentments are always justified ghetto in my

head yeah but bullish 10th of Never Door jam toe jam and toast mash the dimmer pitch

patch pistol vision hearing engine c that bad habit and the fine young nuns xcent ropiest

pinned dust real eyes airtight garage Eportny bliss 2nd law grammatical man racket

jams socket jams rocket jams car audio punk rock for rich kids with tattoos above the

elbow briar rabbit cheese 3859 rose laugh fiery jack lost and jealous loss and jealousy

angelic economies of entropy The complainers Thermal motion of molecules in the air

classical crass everclear, CA. rooking in the womb rooking in the tomb and the hangman

says, chin up kid acting crazy vs. being crazy tip em with your short change everyone

here is related by first names darken my doorstep with the ghetto in you head winning

enough to play till you loose. The bulk of mankind would help itself if it could

EVERCLEAR AND HEROINE

D. Hinnebusch (that's me)

ySo sue me you so so chit pan mother funking' two bald bitches come in

here and while they planned to run me down and

take my teeth unto the curb

take my my lights out run my guts out

dry my cock up on the line/

and when I saw you taking shots

and making fists

and taking blood

and pushing mud into your arms

and making blue lines go black

and out back down goes the chit that you weren't hungry. you

needed something

also to tide you over flames of white cold fuel in the freezer never nearly

frozen heaters pumping pearliest of bullish passion from that

pistol

in my pocket can you rocket back and spill some cool aid

fuel white flames thinking nothing while you sucker punch me

off and out I go

black and blue stars in the snow

see some stars and say hello

nothing more I think she likes

that is cause I can't help it

I respect that vital moment/ man can I reflect upon the snap shots I take at

every

turn

in bursts grace like fuel on my face washing warm made pure

shoe

swallow your pride Sun

A gunshot fired and the tracer chases

a shot and the fire that follows is not

the shot that his dad had chased with warm spit

his son set the places his son rang the bell

his sister fried bacon and fired it up fat

no place set for dad he's been gone for so long

no trace of the shot that replaced that hot song

swallow your pride son I'm going to hell

Crumb Chicks

the chick like crumbs

full of cum and she dumb

gonna churn up some chum

and catch me a shark

gonna gut him for rocks

gonna bat me some batter

unlike the mad hatter

gonna fire up some chicken

in fresh bread cum batter

go smooth right up in her

and stuffing some dinner

Hun'll have the hot cold feet afterwards

Now I lay me down through powder belly warm with mourning chowder

Row may row your roaming eye bristle grassy hills

fuel glassy spike drip whiffing windy steam cool remake

the wild guide post livid snow hare host light pink eyed target

blue slides her footprints from the wood past

through a crop of steamy creamy coffee colored green snow hair watered daughters

and as I poured from warm fuel goods spruce bark colored coffee

bang drops the rabbit nice shot honey I'll have another cup I think I have a habit

Jesus please

Jesus Jesus please don't leave us

Jesus Jesus please retrieve us

Jesus Jesus It would please us

Please oh Jesus please be nice

Jesus Jesus please believe us

Jesus leave us trees and please jez

please us Jesus don't deceive us

in your recycle lies a seedless process

I'm falling

I'm falling calling crawling falling calling crawling lying lying I'm not crying trying trying I

fell like dyeing so what I'm not seeing color grey and sad and tried flying falling lying in

the blackness piss on bliss kiss my ass crass fuhrers

and it puts me down safe

relief it's brief but by its affliction my addiction to the airy diction of old plays

the music's weight

someone says a thousand okays that put me down safe

not put downs that put me down. that's not, when I said put me down, what I meant

or put me down as someone said as someone who plays with drama like

some glum hum drum dumb dumb humming whining about my plight I just want a right

to put my feet out in the isles

to put my foot down when you smile your condescending smile

your mother love you

fudge funny

mother funking anger man,

yet you put me down safely and that's really cool

The Puddles are Grey in the Clouds

these children don't play in the rain

for life hid their heads in the sky

lead blasts on their backs in the clouds

whys of their mothers in the hives of the slave

reign on death shake the ruins and they dive

master the drug in puddles of blood

you were never alive and never a child

cries of your brothers and sisters in waves of the grave

DAWN

Boy love and fear and change

I don't trust my mind

it's crazy and it's blind

I don't trust my feelings

if I understood what they were saying I'd tell you

I'm in love and I'm scared to death

why can't I be normal about you

help me sheepish confusion through

what's a poor boy supposed to do

she wanted a man with a job

you don't have a job cause you didn't go to school

A Felon named Hell and...

a place is his head

a felon named Helen

was ripe as a melon and

smelling like sake and rice in the shade

In heaven and hell and

in wells and in wills

I'm telling' you Helen

That's a gin mill you smell

In stairs and on steeples

from crapes to papas

they took steep stair church sleepers

all stooped in their pew chair creepers

In bars in on mars

on staple clipped papers

they shook up divine noire

and made them all prey

Takes all types

I USED TO BE A BORING CHILD INSIDE A TRAILER PARK

AS I GOT WILDER SLIGHTLY MILD BESIDES THE water mark

I'M IN A PRECARIOUS CARNIVEROUS POSITION THE CONDITION OF PUNK

ROCK TRADITION COULD THIS BE PROOF THAT using SIZE as a measurement of

strength IS a WEAKNESS

a freakiness

a frankness

thankless ball ark ascription

I'VE DECIDED THAT JAPANESE BASEBALL SHOULD BE AMERICAS BEAT

AMERICAN BUSINESS FIGHT WITHYOUR FEET!

TURN UP THE NEWS; SIT UP IN YOUR SEAT

STOP SINGING THE BLUES

WHEN YOU GO TO THE PEWS pay your dues at the lib.

there goes Fred

a MFin pothead

he's gonna grow up with a chevron for sleeves

hippy freak that he is

he's a god damn litter bug

oh?,

hey he's a character actor

he sure is a character

and the worst thing about me

is that I'm not very nice

Money Steaks Mersh down

why can't I go down the street w/o

hearing someone whining about advertising

If you won't cook you go into the trash

If you can't cook get out of the pot

seal the tools of this combine nation underground?

pull the plates from under groundless

and print me a story a one story mentality piece

about engravings and pushing PRESSes out of windows

LOANS gel Sex PRESS

What an asshole facing pages dip law mat level

lawn droll mutt

what an asshole

facing pages

dip low matt level

lawn drawn mutt

gut a bass hole

tracing images

i'm ages away from

engaging in relay shun ships

coughing nails and baling hail

pails of pale well fuel

get it hotter blot it

draw it on the moon

bugs and brooms in car nations of bliss

talking to whom?

Gut an bass

dig a hole

tracing images I'm ages away from

an engagement in a hell

thee relay shun ships that come my way

coughing' nails and baling hail

pails of pale well fuel

get it hotter blot it

draw it on the moon

Bugs and brooms in car nations of bliss talking to whom?

Contempt

This is not poetry but it's going to be said- heard or not

There are a couple of guys

and boy are they a couple

that work over me and think they need to write a little note to management that I left

early last night-

man FREE them

those little lifeless worms- always moping around with their long fat and baby faces-

man this resentment is justified-

SO justified that I need not do just that- justify my resentment-

so free them-

I'll show those freeers-

I'll kick their funking faces in and

bust their teeth out

mother freeers-

I've got to stop not before I cool down-

Maybe I should buckle down and stay my full shift-

free that!

I have nothing but contempt for the person who left a note that I

left early

they want to buck you and free you and throw you away

the time that you spend there is wasting the play

the weasel and hippo are miserably gay

and are dying to hurt you and trying to crush you

your spirit they fear it won't hear it not mere it

you just keep on being cause soon they'll be gone

HUM

can't play the game

couldn't if I would

and since i don't

man this really hurts.

I kind of wanted something real

(I thought) and the rhymer says

that I don't

have to feel

but this I know is true- If I don't come around I'm gonna see you fly

If you were really really honest you'd admit you're seventeen

and quit blowing my harmonica

and sipping on my steam

girl you know I'm over thirty

that's a dirty age for kids

and if you play for time and stay

In an hour or so I might just tan your hide

Mushed Bliss Tunes in a Black Hole

Mashed Chords in a Greed Vacuum

greedy mother funkergot green on his lips

e steel from bean po an he gonna steal fo the rich

he keep a complains say lie fizz a bitch

take a you time boy die in a ditch

yeah seedy old trucker hot feed in his hips

done meaty young mamma all bristle an itch

they keep a containing the seed in a bin

been a long time that they didn't sin

they buried my brother

on the edge of town

they buried my brother

down in the ground

Soul Ocean in an air tight garage (X_Zen_Trip_Eyes)

eye follow twelve stations of the crass. in light of you I swim on past. so far misplaced,

i'm a swollen bass. dazed in a haze, skies overcast. I'm a blue gill thief, and a big mouth

crook, the rainbow trout floats down the brook. it's a dumpster meal that I must cook. my

mind's a blank in this telephone book. I followed twelve stations of the crass. I might just

bite, swim on past! I hate the taste on my way from mass. days in a wave, tide's over,

fast! no one goes there it's just to packed. feel like just another toothless shark. salt in

the water at the park, where crooks with hooks wait 'till dark

"whirl, spin around, spin around, spin around all day hey" said the girl "spin around, spin

around, been around all day aye? World spin around, spin around spin around all day,

whirl spin around spin around spin around all day" I've been living in a vast waste land.

blood in my eyes, my fins on the strand. if what I've got coming is a bar of sand. I hope

it's surrounded by water, not land. World has been around, been around, been around

all day said the girl's been around been around been around all day "Whirl spin around

spin around spin around all day hey, world spin around spin around spin around all day"

I'm gonna row me out to see someone

I'm gonna a row me out to sea

with a half a ham of rare growing sunshine

with a half a gram of heroin

gonna suit me up with a loaded son

gonna a shoot me up with a loaded gun

gonna pull the plug and sink and then

gonna pull the plug gonna sink and then

a hungry great white fish swim in

an injured great white shark come in

will find me blue and do me in

inhale

in hell

amen

in heaven again

Blue & Superfine

In the morning when I rise

when I see our little girls

I look into your eyes

In the evening

when we dine

I think about the days

when you were truly mine

I wish I wish I could forget about the day

when you were lying still and blue and superfine

WOOL SOCKS

Gotta LIVE TWENTY FOUR HOURS. DELIRIOUS, HAZY, the "GETTING THERE"

CRAZIES. STORM, PUSHIN' UP DAISIES, PUSHIN' UP DAISIES. STORM, FROZEN

IN HOURS, STUCK ON WHITE TOWERS, SURROUNDED BY POWDER, I'LL BE

DEAD WITHIN HOURS. GIMME HEAT, GIVE ME HEAT, HEAT TO DEVOUR. GIVE

ME FUEL, I MUST RULE THE TOP OF THE TOWER GIVE ME HEAT, NEED TO EAT

CHOWDER FOR POWER. GIVE ME HEAT, SOMETHING SWEET, WITHIN THE

HOUR

Head Cheese

Don't.understand.Still.underrate.Our.claim.to.fate.You.underestimate.And.when.it.come

s.your.face.will.pale.Altered.state.and.it's.too.late.from.what.I've.seen,most.are.blind.bu

t.I.won't.try.to.change.your.mind.

DISPERSE

WELL HE WAS BORN CRYING HE LIVED COMPLAINING, DIED DISAPPOINTED.

DISPENSE

OF NATURE HE DID SCRAMBLE. HIS CARCASS HITS THE SOIL. SWELLS UP &

TURNS DARK PURPLE, AGE AND FLESH WILL SPOIL. A TIME WILL PASS TO

TRAMPLE, HITS BOTTOM FROM THE TOP, LIFE'S A FINE EXAMPLE OF A FIRE

THAT BURNS TO STOP.

If I Say To You

I can't meet the requirements of a structured environ. Clock springs from my mouth-

some things don't click. open book castle crumbles on the rook. I wonder what the poor

girl took. Which way these ashes land, past gray for God I pray. My only trouble is

resisting temptation! I only want what I can't have, my only trouble is resisting! Driving

under influence of a beetle's song at last. Over fly bye bye these ants to the tune a

traffic jams. Driving under affluent's hill at a snails' pace off we go. Over pass on

concrete grass over hill into the smoggy snow.

If I say to you I know a way we could stay alive would you stay? If I say to you I know a

way that we could all survive, would you stay with me? Say you will.

Revival

Your friends are about as helpful as a fence around a grave. For your skull however

dense a bullet they will save. If they knew then what we know now, they would have

shot your stork. As it it stands time gonna smile, when the grave diggers do their work.

There's a reason for birth control and You're it.

Green Rosin Blues

Draw a blank walk that plank look in down over green blue seas turnin' over AZURE

plunder skies above islands asunder Swallow victim pull the plank a big fish spits her

out into the sand dark burnt umber awash she sleeps brown skin body blue eyes hide.

1. Black horizon in the clouds lips on eyes girl, I found you out dark burnt umber beauty

sleeps I kiss your body into the palms. 2. Every night they ride on Palomino yearlings

Even now they run of pure youthful energy never truly reaching out pounding

youngsters, even nightfall thick rich overcast PRESSURE yields. Eagles never try

reading on purple yellow. Enter Neptune, too reckless or pretty youthful. Equal nations,

they reckon. Okay priests, you either never talk right, open pleasure yearning evil

notions that really overtly, put your established noodles through roaring ocean

porpoises yellow eyed not thrilling red orange pearls yelling epilogues No trees rustle or

purr, yet every November these raw oysters pepper yards eternal nothing truth rites

open power Yankee!

O Diva Beth Grain

Apple peaches pumpkin pie

stick a needle in your eye

if it misses hope to die

If it don't you're gonna cry

chop

tuck

clap

drop

pluck

prop

scrub

crop

Allah

beloved

christus

Jah

ah oh I know

orange

silk

SMOGGY SURFACE

FILTHY AIR

PUMP IT OUT

CAUSE WE DON'T CARE

FILLING UP THE BIG BROWN SEA

THINK. EVERY TIME YOU TAKE A hit..

YOU TAKE IT IN WITH EVERY BREATH

SUCK IT UP WITH EVERY BITE,

THINK IT'S COOL BUT YOU DON'T THINK

LOVE IT MAN, IT'S OUT OF SIGHT

AND ONE DAY WE'RE going to LEARN

THAT ALL WENT WRONG

IT'S TOO LATE

YOU'LL HEAR IT IN A MILLION SONGS

"IT'S NOT OUR FATE, IT'S OUR CHIEF O' STATE"

BITCH, COMPLAIN, POUT, AND CRY

LIFE IS FREEED, YOU ASK WHY

WELL, WITHOUT PAIN, WHAT WOULD LIFE BE?

JUST ANOTHER STUPID NOVELTY

QUESTIONS ANSWERS HAVE THEIR PLACE

they MAY NEVER

CONVINCE THE RACE

THE "HIPPIES" SAW DEATH COMING THEN

TAKE A BREATH, IT'S NOT IF, IT'S WHEN.

nuts & bolts

slippin', sliding face DOWN in the dirt tripping colliding somnambulist striding chipping

and Chopin on a ship that's not stopping gliding and hiding way up in the clouds

chipchop tripping, colliding. safety is a matter of attitude dude and hitting your target is

gun control. waking up in an early grave man spitting up blood while you're in the hole

take it easy and stay off my side I'm not going to run if I can't hide spit blood for rock

and roll. take it easy and stay off my side I'm not going to run if I can't hide!

Crocodile

Ike said "I've seen visions of denial, right before my very eyes" Get in, Eschewed not,

and spit- blackout! wondering what all this pain is about it never entered my head, no

doubt that I could have been dead. Getting chewed up and spit back out wondering

what all this pain is about. it never entered my head no doubt, that I could have been

dead like a brook trout buoy scout. he's in denial have you seen my band around? a

crocodile have you seen the world around? he's in denial Have you seen me girl

around? a crocodile did they float away? Time is (I'm) gonna see my baby gonna float

away a Croc Id Die Ya'll

Skins& Scales

Skins& Scales Teeth and Nails Lizard Eyes Glaze in the Wind Yeah, sticks and Stones

and broken bones sands ablaze beneath a fire.

Drive On

An affluent undertaken They took my girl under the influence It took an affluent

undertaker I know Death took my girl under the influence. A sea of lies coast around the

world. They seal your eyes and I go away. Cast away on the ocean of a radio Can you

say I'm the one on the stereo? Would you be all alone in a palladium? Can't you see I'm

all alone in this stadium? It took an affluent undertaker. They took my girl under the

influence There I go A sea of lies coast around the world There I go They seal your eyes

and I go away.

PRUNO FOR PIRATES

(A Warehouse full of Reams: Litigation on Environmental Law)

Hey amazing Grace, where for art

art thou who is in tin heaven?

A preacher said the devil

quote the bible too

he too, dabble in the rubble of the fallen trees

of a beauty queen of old growth

a river an arrival

of the rival

on the issues

of right and wrong- four issues long- two each was given a single song

is the given giver bolder

than a bolder in a stream?

with this book I go on slipping

is this paper made of wood

through a path of mass confusion

He rode across the tale with a gavel in a dream

If you were really really honest you'd admit

you'd cut down Tibet as young as seventeen

in the middle of a stream of random data

road across the babble with a roller huge and

made of my own would have dones

as the timber comes down in labor

in the laborhood

red fuel saw her catch

caught her looking at my feet

I cut her down into the river

I'm a writer and a lumber jack

She Came Across A Cross Carrier Bearing Teeth

If you happen to cross a cross wearing Haring

and the stare you receive a devil would scare

the cross that they wear is a cross that they think they are bearing

when it's really a cross that's carrying them

incredithell

inc. red I the ll

inbred bull

in credit hell

in the bu blue sea

of debt like a well

with no fuel and a notion to smell like

a lake without shores

or two shares worth a dime or a stock brokers nightmare a broke stoker

B pot smoker. Pot head jerk snorkeled the weed everyday for ten years and never got

hooked.

(Illust. black sketch book)

Praise be to the Hay Prairies

(business is just that in the corporate world

the worm in the apple made pores to the core)

see them grazing in the dairy queen

merry Mary quite contrary she was king for a day and now she lies

sweet merry homesteader hoeing her way

pray for the prey praising hay

and mowing the lawn like nobodies mark

fifteen arrows in the trunk of her man

now they lay in the dirt covered with flies

they scalped her too why not

ADO flowing Roasted Buffalo

The great spirit does write

If you write to me I might write back

The right stirrups might frighten the horse

No more morose code thank you tonight

fry ten thorns in this light?

and with they fought for sand in the heat of the day

A once I thought I knew it all

I knew anew I knew it all

and now I know I know it all and since I do

I'll do it all cause

I know I know I've done it all

that's not to say

I know it all

tomorrow is another day

another day that never comes

while yesterday is always here

except for fears of what can't be

yes yesterday is on it's way

time and time and time again

in the raw

I'm this native lover

I recover and discover

that this girl must be my squaw

so now I set my bible on the table

as my princess takes a sable

brush below her hair and as she undress

I see the life in her eyes and

the horse in her thighs

and gear of gears

I think-

Who are these creatures that talk from the chapel?

In the passion of my lover I uncover something new

but then my shame comes shining through and cross in hand

I picture the body of Christ stuck to the roof of my woman's mouth

in rage I disengage and slam that bible to the fire and kick the door and stop.

Slowly back unto the floor

I say 'boy did they ruin your son, Father- thank you for your daughter.

Hue slide

"Hue y slide into the chair" said I

something caffeine hair surf Jesus

Silverlining something like that

"some Oxnard local paddles out,"

he said the story goes

"with some tourist's carburetor

said 'Here, don't surf here' lets it drop

while his clothes burn on the sand...

then some Venice kickboxer drops the Oxnard

carburetor dropper in the sand

He said 'I am where my feet land, I go where they fly"

Lucid dreaming post the questions

Are you dreaming check your watch

took some time but when it comes

check the watch its turning blue

now you're dreaming said toad spin guy

free these girls then blow their heads off

what's this line here says the censor

suck his pea brain with a straw

wide awake and wade awhile

catch some zzz's and see the master

watch your blinkers while you're dreaming

snap the shutter those eyes are mine

skin popping name droppers

stop copper rusty green

spray dog silver sock sucker

Leonardo da Pinché got bank

can you Sense me somehow sunflower

Hen redheaded someone's shoe

I heard he said something with that

G rays bass line help the sheriff

Sea sons flew their colors

pull down the half masted stars and strips

drop these boys into the crypt

Red and white into the blue

seasons of the War of 1812

Hi funkerI'm Leaving My Soul

Every other mother might have taken you to school

High funkeryou left your soul But I'm no fool no golden rules raised this child

to make films about her or hockey or heros at all

you need not remain on stage for the hook

why not the comfort you've mistaken for the pleasure you mistook

just happiness I miss you miss

the light in your eyes

an objectified illusion the lights inside this room

If there wasn't someone home

those were ghosts that paid the rent

I can see that my reflection and I know that I'm not there

the teardrops keep on falling and they're just dropped because

of print from negative to positive to negative again

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Name your Friends

Lenny Felix

Brett Kashmere

Nick Chavez

Nick Viterelli,

Evan Shanks.

Marvin Graham, Nick Delmonte, Eric Bongfelt, Ben Silverstein, Gary Alford, Bill Gude, Carla, Annie, Pam and Shelley, Dawn and Debbie,

countless others

Beaming

she's a beamer

leaves are falling

us the sunshine

through the trees

Beaming

she's a beamer

kneeling at her pew pulls me into the blue sky lines

hands soft PRESSed upon her breast kiss the walls a marble shrine

sitting silent as the instance passes swinging in the brass ball

in the hall of life I await my mate my wife my life

Local loco local social

I love So. Cal. so called loco low cal.

I love the angels in El Angeles

love the angels in red devil suits

Persian rushing sensual

junkie crack pipe millionaires

winners losers in this town

swimming in this melting pot

rice and beans and fish and spice

multi shades and L.A. girls

I'm glad that I'm not ignorant

not fearful of the different rents

No love or sex for racist and polo polar bigot hate

My angels plate is full my cup floweth over

Tow the Line

Me saw she, me go? naw, drink some water

drink some water little rice

twice as much and ad some seaweed

seahorse radish drink some water

talk to me about the shark fin soup

dya like a line on your toe John doe?

you can eat sushi with me Jane

But don't complain about the dolphin tuna

if you are willing to drink the water in this town

Unexperienced Bliss

you can see the

funking molten lava

glowing through my seams

and while I try to hide amongst you

I know its just a dream

to be hanging out with you

in the hot sun swinging on the ropes with you

rebellions

blue spirit men

and their girls

I see a shame man laying blame in place on a child who really needs forgiveness

If I could only keep my mind

not plan ahead or plant my head so full of sod

making maps I never use

in pro crass tin pot Nations

If I could only keep my trap shut

I might not have to drop out riding

unexploded bombs

I wouldn't catch so much flak

whacked into the atnosphere

riding the unexploded tomb

with a scar riddled ridiculing leprechaun riding on my neck

slapping three leaf clovers on my shell

laughing he say go to hell I've been there it's never cold

go to hell you funkerand we hit the dirt and drop into the earth

an unexploded can

do not do me any favors I'm headed strait to class

If I needed what you had to say I'd e unexperienced bliss

while I miss that touch of yours I'll never miss your kiss

I'm here to be a student

seems to me learning never hurt the master

Why I Like 9

Two young kids (9) play in the mud

when I was nine I lived right here

in the jungle an orphan son

in an Irish boarding school

Holy Father's set no bail

yet on the grounds a river flew

covered with the jungle there

I went on to adventure where

having found a ruined mill

I sat until the the day wore off

In my Irish boarding school

There I learned the golden rule

Although I made a friend or two

It wasn't there I made my friends

twas when I went to public school

with my brother Kenyan boys

There we chased the crickets down

there I swam to victory

although I was American

they made me home one of their own

At the Irish Boarding school

the Europeans gave me chit

they spat on me and called me yank

I missed my brother Africans

at in the fourth grade I came home at the age on nine

American yet accented my the Irish time I spend abroad

In L.A. in innocence I turned to my black brother for support

they threw me to the ground and said 'free you honky we're not an African no more'

'We're Americans,' and there I lay having fallen to the feet of hate

Re- opinionated, bitter, mad I head to my home and on the way

I stopped to watch a toe headed blind guy cross the street at Martin Luther and 89th

Out jump to gangsta crips lack and blue from toe to toe a one and two they help the

lone kid cross the street two red neck looking truckers at the light say right on brothers

and toss some peace between them I say maybe we are not all bad

Pro Crass Tin Nation

Your gauss is wrapped around my hip

nurse you're way to hip for this young chip

off the old man's block

Its gossip man gonna sink this ship

character assassins in a leaky boat

are gonna feel the wrath of this great white

gonna bathe you in brine and blood

tonight I'm underwater and around

Pro crass tin nation

hiding Russians in the glow room

Prussian Polars pulling Jack Frost

Jomo Mau Maus drinking Kenyan AA's

smashing stamped and sandy grunion

hold you knickers with a garter

smarter pulling rosy thorns

cute comer number slummer hummer

cucumber numbers slumber umber

standing on coal is a picture I saw of Mexican divers in the rain by a boat

candy and Psalm wrapped in a role of Texan diviners on the plain

making up excuses not to got ahead

Pro crass tin eating may kings dancing in my head

telling me that I don't lie enough to end up bleeding in the tub

A mighty fortress is your God

A bulwark never failing

If I could nail this planner down

I think I might explode

A haughty waitress with a bod

defensive and uncaring

If I could use this funking planner

I think I'd organize

Colorful Advertising

2 tacos de lengua

the lingo of talkers

of bad blotter walkers

alone in the rain

2 Makos w/ butter

the Ringo of dishes

made too many wishes

drive you insane

I make you a marker

a cliff water rocker

the lemming are falling

and nobody stayed

I blend you a lemon

persimmon and bean fields

the shell of a man

melt you away

si sin on a ring din

the bluff of the ages

keep turning the pages

dye a horrible color

If in hindsight I see that these things came to be without effort

why am I still struggling?

because, had I not struggled, these

things may e have not come at all and then again

what do I know?

I haven't worked a day in my life

take my wife

I'm not talking about heaven and earth

Not wet yet abet selfworth

Free Zem Awls

Time a line align a light

Lime Alice ally all eight

wait a while a lock allay

away you go a waste awhile

a mile a meal a wheel around

his face scalps on the asphalt

like head cheese on an iron grater

my friend sees his knees\ caps clipped

like bottle caps from a car bumper bottle opener drink and drive and think free Zen

then again free free Zen men men

who time and time again forget

the time when Zen men meant mint lump tents

hey mean teen isn't mint better than lint?

who's in the ten Zen men's tent now?

ten mean bent Zen girls for rent?

Crispus Doninae Sanctum

Hear chris whisper in the crisper

crisper whispers in the crisper

chrispy cabbage let us pray

christy christus in the crisper

turn p cabbage let us pray

I love you christy my little cabbage

Alone

all alone below the solar system

a lowly solo barge arose

rising through the space of time

floating through the stratosphere

sitting knees up in the hold

holding up the canon walls

cold and jaded jagged sea

Rose's green eyes in the blue

Rosary reflected chamber

through the chairs below the seats

I spy the child in curls of wool

Rise say I let's leave this crypt

Young girl sullen dagger draw

her finger on the trigger points

right into my heart and cool

I slip to the joint and touch her shoe

she look right through the night and

pipes a charge of lead into me

as I fall into the powder blast

At last I see that Rose was right

Anger Banger Banner Banter

Sorry I got mad

I just don't like to look bad

My boss said it was a refresher course that turned into a lecture so

as I spin out and sauce spills from my skull

so much sewage pouring into the air smoke

in cigarette knife can't

are rats in if tan cats can?

pay pull pay Paul puppet prep the

pistol paste up pretty picture

If free I chit funkerthis

what am I doing this is

chit and I can't not stop

War

Difficult Orange

I pick you up and feel your skin I bite your face and are you bitter

I start to peel you start to squirm I pull a piece you trace my face

Your skin is thin and comes off hard your inner layer is rough and thick

I start to eat you and damn you're good I shouldn't complain since all oranges

are great some are just harder to peel

War rhymes with crude

age 15

Just the other day at 11:13

except for the first five words

I experienced a scene

as I passed up the T.V. set up in the window

I noticed something a special about oil

I thought upon a notion about a world without war

age 17

Just the other day at 11:17

Benny you are a browser he say

'by that, what do you mean?'

got oil on his trousers as he use the book store

age 18

Rub a dub dub three hot bread and buttered chicks in a tub

I'm a piece of chit

Blab a dub dub awe blub a dub dub

free it free it free it

age 64

blank out of gas and unwilling to wrestle with ideas and

A good old time blow job never hurt anyone

It's raining it's pouring the old man is boring

a noel into his Elma's head

turning the handle

tip toeing up on his sandals

age 72

she bends over in his bed

they've been married forty years

he looks at her, granny gobbles his cock

Grandpa and grandma's teeth are side by side

on the dresser sex at 60 rocks!

Le mystic du entropie

Black riders tip the needle through the cotton and sew a black line down the flesh

colored clothe like leather wrought with pain as he pulls the soup spoon bent up, the

laces ties draw each foot forward his shoeless feet

How hard can you bang a flesh cover piece of porous wood before you shatter the

skull or snap the neck. Born into any tools. I see rage page of cool fuel scholars from an

ice chile a cage and how many wander the brush and then then chewing the flesh and

filling the book trying to hook you mistook us swam the sharks plight all alone in the

dark all covered with ash thud in the dirt

the fuel without

Icy pages upon

sipping death

locked in

times do you

kicking up dust

Fry pout on coffee

to du hardly biting for pirates and

a drowning man's

swimming a lonely

a lonely rocket jet engine floating alone

Itty itty Bitty

Itty bitty pretty kitty won't you come and play with me

In an itty bitty city wont you come and stay with me

with every bit of giddy wit share a biscuit in some tea

cause I love you and you love me

swinging high and swinging low in an itty bitty kitty tree

just you and I

Profess Son

Pro fuss shun

con sheds shun

Dis cuss shun

de fence sieve 've

fuss up son

your cushion is a fence

a contract with envy

a defensive position

don't shun your discussion

the ploy on a human

been grooming in hunger

for a plot on the hill

this huge engine

no oil or transmission

burning fuel and getting

nowhere...

"man if I'm gonna have to listen

to this people pleasing chit

wine drunken whining whims

lime sucking spuds and skids

if I'm gonna have to shine boots

for the rest of my short life" said I to Captain King Syst Ass Tan

"Heathen," he said "then swim.."

"I guess I will swim for shore for sure and so?' says I, "You know you won't know the

difference" says I

"rinse your hands of me Prince fear freeer"

as I swim for sure I ask myself

I say "Self, Am I being selfish? am I selfish shellfish in a selfish market?

Where are you gonna mark it? five pounds and pint

Do you want me to give cocoa dada pendants in a con descending ear

elephant fluff that means nothing to me?

that you might hum and if that i s so I guess I'm wrong and and so there go I

Is this some kind of which hunt and if so blind me i'm not free to be wrong

self righteous songs bore me"

Just be cause

see the teary runners' eyes

hear the gunner's razor blade

The Rapacious Creditor

The Rapacious Creditor has spring in his step

has some spring in his fall and a ring in his lip

some spring or hot bath something makes him tall

he says to me when I finally asked

something in tongues porcupined into my brain

I'm glad it was raining that hot summer day I'm glad that the The Rapacious CreditorLess

had something to say

"Son" said he,

"Lesson number one: less sun

messing my I

UH think I would cry

on your shoulder

or rely on a boulder

to take this pain away

when I say that the pain is not plain

I disdain and arrange nothing

a cage and in case

man I'm freeed arresting messiah

and missing the message

and missals of meaning

are running like needles:

meaning missles of meaningless

are running like needless

murder like murder was needed

and if I die no I might not

then If I die and manage not

to spy on my heart

tea time I wish fear pain was a biscuit

and ride dolphins skins with in their backs

and the jump off the curb into the mouth of a great white okay the ride"

The collector said good day and I said "okay hey I think I know what you mean I mean

in a peculiar way what you've said on your way to Helen the Felon only knows. Do you

owe anyone a penny or two?"

He just looked at me with that do you want a sidewalk Sundae as in my teeth on the

curb and his shoe on the back of my head look

"No thanks" I replied "I'm reading the book"]

51AR

Ply would play but she couldn't stay

and could not if she would should I say

something wet her bet her as the better

Now she can't kick it with her sisters

Ply would floated on the surface

tried to battle with we sisters

missed one too many lefts and rights

tonight the team will dine alone

Ply would have sank down to the bottom

filled and sunk like sunken cotton

tried to paddle with her sisters

they missed her

Tender Tender

What justifies a man's hate

superficial realities?

pass him at the gate

in all we're not totalities?

The legal tender miny maze

and pass on ventures in their craze

for people passed the play around

unsound return to cream and tea

justified or not my rage

if I remain unchanged buy age

thin I am shallow as this page

and instead of words just numbers

sure I get mad at whack

if I look back then see a bed

a seer I would see me cured

of a comfort knowing love

This tormentor sees itself an angel

with one desire It lives a liar

would see me dead or miserable

It wants, with me to be with G

Boy it Smarts

I want you to think I'm smart

even though I really am

because I'm so dense

what's a smart girl like you doing liking me?

that's what I want to know

fine

I Finally managed to cross that fine girl's name out of my mind for good and should I see

her again I hope I don't say hi

blue beard

why the free

do I need

to write a song

about that freeer

some of the

chit can people

around here-

chronic MAL content

mother freein

cheap selfish

sick frees

little big Napoleon

and bully big mouths

crust stay shunning

everything

around I guess

the truth is

when I'm mad I'm not a singer

If I'm not singing , I'm just a mad man

whispering this song to myself-

some people are hurting so bad inside

they think John Wayne learned to act tough

all by himself-

Just shot up and showed up

and shot up the show room

and in bloom this white room

the night lights sit so black

that blue beard looks so bad

and I can't

believe what

I just didn't do

did you you see that?

califloura

This didn't work work

and that doesn't care

and the lime that you squeeze

is the cream that you wear

and the rye wheat you eat

sits down stairs in the cell

where the smell and a scent

waif billow and bear

as a grin from within

cuts the scent in the air

like a carrot with out

form a container from Bell

can't you tell?

I have it now

but I want it now

Oh I have it now

I don't have it now

I have it now

I can't think your knees

and their I skip a thousand strokes

pools guppy I'm a food but

just have to have you for one taste

surf board

she hit me in the temple

taste buds- yeah right

stay pull staple in my hand

in line the girl turns and stabs me with a pencil

split two finger time

It's a split two finger time and I'm doing fine-

yeah I didn't ask to be heard and that's where I am

The wry rhyme this time is climbing the stares I don't cares and the wears of the wars

stacked in stores for the bores with the cores made of stone steps that I stoop as I

creep up to the steep steeple where I read an inscription written when the steeple

people stopped saying the gear is on our side so I ride down through color slides on a

psycho path followed by white foot prints and the guide by my side starts to say he is

here near my youth and my truth is that I haven't a clue what to do with the rhythm and

blues when the beat hit my shoe I'd just like to lose myself in the grooves of the stone or

the lines in the tile inlay illing to face facts

change me

I just wish America rides now, waits in longer lines later

A merry careening car spinning tops around the bend 1950

puling guard rails like car tones do are now yeah

Rays of light sing racing to the next red light

Die money will kill you

Blood money isn't honey it's glue

gonna take it from your heart

and rub it in your shoes

Mom's money gonna take it's toll

Doe's everything go through you on the nod?

A troll with a mask and a mole with a task

The eight ball lay down into infinity

see my smile

aye aye I eye a nile on a nylon

in an aisle of nylons it appears on a peer upon a mile of pilings on an isle in a lawn of an

ocean and the motion she makes takes the time

my, my, my eye climbs the net oh you bet I forgot what I'm fishing here for

don't you know that the truth is uncouth in a store yet I stare and care not

Attack of the Killer Poodles

spun bee spin poodles

run spot or you will die

gun beanies on high

wet blanket spun dry

peter peter briar patch

metal needle scratch my face

pimple pumping pealing paste

whine, sore, angry, sad

Here comes Kissable

floating in a thimble

spinning with a spindle

banging on a cymbal

screaming at the wind and

singing come hear Sue, Sam

cruising in a tin can

snap the lid a film flam

Drowning In Numbers

like breathing in glass

an intake for terror

when I see you light

when I find your number

I'm gonna write it down

should I hear your voice around

I hope the sound don't snuff me out

This guy once wrote what you now read or hear

and hear I am for you to see

and while you read or listen close

the most I can say is not

The first line last line that you hear

in case the flowers won't arrive

a Poe hymn for the girl in white

a riddle rhythm really rises

pain paid in full the fool la la lure

plain plaid I'm glad that I'm not ere

cause if I were I would be there

with you untouched by what you heard

House wives who had to kick velum

always made their scrawny pseudo romantic

junkie sons look like kooks

Housewives with knives are like the hammer of God smashing junkie son needles like

rooks in the sand

voodoo John does sprinkle like toothpicks in the jaws of mom lifelike the junkie son's father's

wife, the one with the knife

Psaltry

I'm a bust my girl's a bust

upon this trust we must rely

I'm all lost and

where no lust

I just got jostled for some rust

ploys were plastered to the truss

and wrestled to the rest of the cost of a bed in funking rehab.

Your honor

Your honor I'm honest

she was on me and I was on her

and when she tried to spank me I got to spank her

and then when she tied me to the back of her car I just cried

took a drag of her cigarette and a sip of her cup and said

"spanking for me, dragging for you you know that my love for you is stronger than this

I hope you don't die cause it's you that I'll miss"

with a kiss she got in and turned on the car

what did she do she backed over me too

drugged me and dragged me all over the hood

freeed me unconscious and left me for dead

In the back of my Chivy in a bed of my blood

I forgot that that day was the day I was due

to pay you

for a ticket I got in the red...

Made me a river

a channel of power

the puddles of lava

and pools in the rain

u made me a given

receiver unshaken

the flow of awareness

made living alright

alive undertaking

LaLaLure

Is a winter mental whether or not you meant what you said?

or is there one that's better alone

in the third line I try to make sense into bucks

like thoughts in the wood I would carve on the trunks

Like wind in a willow from St. Augustines glass

and plaster of Paris alone in the class

or candles by killer Africa Bees burning through out in the mass about Adam and a

mass about eve

tuning days into lightning and charging a fee and nights into darkness where wait just a

second there's a face in the sunflower waving to me

from a far and if this keeps on I know one thing for sure...

some to do

would you

that a notion

to do

say I?

I say

do to

nothing that

you would

do to some

Los Angeles x2 Beach

my writing oh so down cast quiet reflections and I can't quite get a grasp on what is

happening- these feelings and the state of a bolting in my head that what I will be

seems so remote while I might be there my eyes don't realize that real eyes before me

forming from a pier a mid sharks at dusk a tier upon the sand and splashes of wax spilt

on our backs between lovers rings the stampeding horses on the shore- my

impediment free- lets do it again!

3/17/93 color me not

The blacks and the whites

from a black and white

television got together

killed the pinks and browns

on the blue and green

for using their names

in the name of a scene

in black and white

Eyes Adjust

Eyes Adjust I realize I just smelt you

"That smell" the whore says "was a long time ago

up in Tibet the snow was just God's cap

and the camp was souls like ourselves

you and I and you among others

we went knowing each other

like horses that can tell by their smell who they are

in tents of old souls"

I blink and recall what she's talking about

I blink and I sip from tea cups that don't tip

be leaves me you know

I used to be stone

a rock of old earth

snuggled under your roots

around me our love

Is older than dirt

59BR

Smelt row row row your tongue

by the river Russian's row

past the snow bank fields of dung

through a Mongol trappers home

Supersick 1840s

So basically

what you're saying to me

is that unlike not quite everyone else

you hate me for sure

stick that dull need all in the groove

move yah beat ass down da road

sink that whore bore in the hearty harbor

sink those teeth in a hot tea biscuit

musk it on with it ya history

ten high story in strum mental it teatime

was never your favorite thing

A second thought

She said she'd rather choke a child

than nurse an unPRESSed desire

At first I thought she was a liar

And as I watched her toss that child

into the fire I had a second thought

Hurry Cane

I might be able to run that cable

on the ocean floor in a hurricane

I might havoc made a mark

Had I stayed inside that day

and darker ways ahead that floated

through a swimming hole and run

me down the mole the

tie that tied the badger down

the tie that tried the tattoo

clown and spotter the dyed tie

that died and that tie died

him on the ground as the

ship slips down into the aqua under

On It or In It

on it or in it

eyes pupils are here for the period

like pin prides the bell rings and we go to hell

I hope my work Isn't bad medicine

If I'm here to do battle

I'm here to get hurt

and since this is real time will tell

girl, the king is just funking with your head

The dinner rolls right by my beads of sweat

The thing that sucks can't make me go

the snow falls in flakes so babe there you go

snow falls in balls when they are made by the crown

coming down on the back of your head was that sound

The Definite Article

The Definate Article about an

indefinite article of clothing

a particle contracts to for the making of babies

Here is how the coffee's drunk

Brown sugar in the blasted mug first

swirl in some half and half again

the world spins low into my mind

watch every kind of planet on it's axis move

how to make your coffee last

drink the last half half as much

drink only half until at last

a sip remains then have a laugh

the laugh takes a laugh and then the laugh takes you

Sez Me

10ccs of endorphine miss

with every kiss into this blood

open eyes in seas of tea

your cream and biscuit

set me free

12 to the highest power

12 to the nth degree

see me on the tenth of never

12 to the highest power

Grey Barracuda yellow picket fence teeth

blue river bears a barracuda

fed that bear to the Buddha

could abet the batter with a 12 dollar bet

on that silver fish

could have run my way

across a green field terror

and the bulldoze sleeps under the oak

and a rose rests red through

a ring in his nose

I see you I love your energy

a dozen sits under the tree

you peel me freely

layered onion I strait to cry

might have walked my way with blackened feet

through the flames of your thoughts

see weeds waving and she's a

Cup a chine Carolina

There goes some killer shrimp

cut the fat at Fat Freddie's Diner

Olive Oil 'ill pop your eyes out

There's a little stormy cloud

Over my babies purple shiner

That bowl of chowder's getting louder

Play that fiddle x Jaws Z chum

Shark meat never smelt so good

go back to the taco truck

sing some lame love song

Buché he don't give a free

take ant digit to the highest power

middle finger in your face

take the fuel in it's place

face the wave that's hotter still

Two halves Dig a Hole

a man with a melanoma mole

so so rules soul sores on the wall

a roll in the can melodrama

fight her and free her over the tub

two halves make a hole

one hell of a hole

two trolls into stone]

on dust rolls the dirt

funny how two wholes

pull a little yin and yang

two circling spheres

trailing behind

the rocks in our bed

the holes in the sheet

the rocks in my head

fit the holes in your feet

Turtle head soup and hey!

cross the field a shotgun blast

ask the farmer for some work

a little ceiling swings the Hun

and dreadfully it waves goodbye-

I stare up at the yellow holes

through the smoke of cigarettes

she takes me back behind the stall

with her velvet underwear

closes my mouth with her lips,

down the highway motor loge

salt rock planted in the clay

my back is leather full of holes

here I stay I won't be healed

she rinses out my colored blood

and my back is wet and cold

and the musk is in the room

free the farmer and his farm

I have his daughter

turtle soup and awl and hey!

2 decks terrain

below deck trains through the city

The land of milk and honey

Don't fall by the wayside

dexterous fists fly overhead

swings an arch an out stretched arm the rains fall loose

on ray the rain good cries

sun shine and two fisted quarters full and pure silver runs a river dry

Procession in Session

procession in session

Brass horns in Unison

Down Ivory streets

Bight flags fly

Marching obsession

Mass celebrates union

through shinning corridors

into the light

Banners of possession

war drums the protection

down shimmering stairs

into the white

stone gate resurrection

cast in reflection

drawn near the sight

there lies final passage

Trumpet digression

into silent murmur

slumbering peasants

the candle lights glow

Then the sugar takes the Sugar

Standing in the kitsch

wit a mean ol witch

smelling something sweet

sugar in the heat

sugar 3x

kinking in a crypt

duper chocolate chip

witchy star to strip

pocket rocket on the moon

have another sugar sweetie

syrup that you sip

rush it she the trip

cooking in a pot

pour it make a wish

sugar rot your teeth

spill it you the dish

the hell....the

the monkey tried to free him

Fox hides in tree I see

sweet land of cream and tea

America, America

The monkey tried to free him

a fair I see oh my

Gin mills are flying in my eyes

scar tissue I'm alive

Liver and Onions in the sky

A book of matched the rest is smoke

The poor little child has way too much fifth letter in the alphabet motion

Too much eleventh letter in the alphabet motion in her life for anyone's good

She's Hoeing Air

Well we see the Hershey he she

finest she she'll ever see

she's hoeing air corner to corner

waiting for the angry mad hatted sire horse

rare arrow in her hair and oh

in her hair they're mad at her hatter

a hare rowing experience a hare owing experience

a hair river flowing a bare

wooing woman with a flare in her blue sky eyes

raising like bread clouds sailing

and in pale faced girls bailing fuel

from her eyes her river hangs

the water falls her hershe heshe

becomes her man

she hoeing air

she's owing' hair

hair owning

there's an arrow in her hair and oh in her hair there is a mad at her mad mad at her hatter

a hare rowin' a hare on there hair river flowin a bare woeing woman with a flare in her

nose and blue skies rising like bread clouds sailin and in pale faced girl bailing fuel from

her eyes her river hang down to her thighs

Hoe polish

shoe polish is better than sole lotion

isn't the water great?

can't dive in

an ocean

that you're al-

ready in

10,000 bands of Lost Angels under the DEEP blue sea

we want to get signed

we learned to sign

by the time we got signed

we were already deaf

we want to sing songs

we want to perform

feelin anti- deluvian

being fried here is the norm

as in on acid or fish or skin in the sun

pick any one it's not fun anymore

10,000 bands of Lost Angels

under the DEEP blue sea

money for honey and the chick's

deep fried

Ruby

there's this girl named Ruby yeah

heart stopper, the tough guys

a line out the door and into the sand...

she's a babe, just a baby

and maybe a kidder

the girl is forever so real and alive

so real and alive

Man awe man she's a looker

big red lips and they sparkle

see her eyes presentation

persona ein fire

listen to her and she's been there

how she got here for sure good only knows

Just the coolest likes coffee

cream, sugar, fin fine

Gypsy girl you sure

could rip me

tell me again what you did for Jesus

reign the folklore and I sure

would smoke more just

to see you

I've never been just Earnest or Honest

Be laboring the wrongs of a social man

so shall I belie boring ideas

Be side myself I have become smug as a feral Judge

My grudge is self indulgent and I wouldn't know it

Bestowing the truth on an unquestioning subject

to an unquestioning subject

Kingly little truth is a run in your stocking

a run on your stock, King

Play good Playing good sharp as a razor

Yourself righteous new replacement is just an angry word

What you call honest is your intolerant prioritized judgement

and since you didn't ask me I guess I too, broke the first rule of 'How Not to play good'

Did I ask for your opinion

Zebra

You there

Expecting

wild one waiting

Voodoo took the guru

Tight ship take my pain okay

sad shape and plain's R so blue

right trip taken in the night

quiet sky and stormy clouds

pipeline drowns my shoe

Free it

everything is gonna change

dinosaurs above my bed

crocodiles are in my head

Zebra, be quiet

Feel the Recoil

Deep well fear of the prize

is the look you dispense

you keep rhyming and

planning to make it one day

to make it one day

and today while you're whining and dining on junk fuel

the rules you ignore

take freedom you lack

it's a simple idea

a dependence on light

watch the pen deepen and dance

and remark the whole rap

a sheet for the record

it's the prize that you are

afraid to go take

a shot into beyond

the failure of fear

prevents your escape

the rules that you made

when you stopped here to learn

new information and its

not just your brain

that is eight no in

and go back

home and blood

Take a Bath

took a pad

took a pair

took a pal

take a pill

pay your bail

yeah you're bad

take a bath

Brain Soot

a moot point

blue eye met your black I death

white death alone breath of chums lost

pull your soft lips down my chin

how did I get in how did I meet you?

wash my brain soot into the sand

weary leery little wheezy lazy little sleazy girl

whirl me down the narrow lane hurl mt spring in my chair

run my finger through your curls in the air between in up in your hair

spare no expense and rip the tracks from the ground

open doors with jaws on film

rooms of fear no room to breathe

believe me mother that

movie tweaked me

of course, I would have never met

her inside the looney bin

of course I would have never met her at all

thank you jaws

Brain soot- wash my brain needs washing

Leery little lazy girl

whirl me down the narrow lane

hurl me spinning in the air

run my finger through your hair

blue eye dye blue dead eyes black

pull your soft lips down my chin

slowly lower little girl

swirl your spoon scream softly

Leaning skin onion ring

peel me off and start to sing

in the ring I keep the dot

sting the bee and sweet the sun

scrub my mind into the sand

soft foam rubber not! fuel warm full of great and girl, oh boy you so freepea, happus and

joyuz

Just say Nay?

Just say no is no joke right?

just a token in writing taken from Tolkein

a song about yin and yang a toke on the

five gallon gravity bong or a trip to

hong Kong or Tibet to bang bells

and watch insects make no sense and fence out the world and

spin off the pearls of a stone rolling pin

washed lie as you lay there

so sadly you madden and and

fantasize hatters with glue

blotter but the truth is today

that's what's cool at least right now

awareness of presence of minutes

in time that's the ticket the

tool box and boxing and

funking and coffee and

Thai food ands trips in the rain

with some real friends that

could but would not lie cause they've

been there right with you

how can you say free hell if

hell, you've never been there

and what good's the rain if

you don't let us help you yeah help you

out of the trap door

your mind

I follow the graven Image

of a semi-literate

eighteen wheeler cross

the bridge over a

river of steam

a pair a scope from some

subcretious drops

as the protomoronic

torpedo pulls a

stoned idiot from a tube

I B drink

Hot sweet tea fuel

see I B drink N

Hot sweet teen baby

I Brink dingy

hot smooth black Turkish

see i b drunk on

life and caffeine

e blink eye z

zi fee see saw

she's lid shut one

turn key

Nineteen young zipper son!

Jungle New York Jangle

Sure cabbage grows in a small spaces

the cab age grows in small spaces

the rubble and wreckage

the raining and trouble

mud pool and Iron and tire and track

tin can boils cabbage and cardboard for children

on some English countryside

Richman plays scrabble wife bathes in bubbles

Their children's grey kitten just playing with yarn

Flower and warmth and soft brown tobacco

smoke rich man play richman

your child's in the rain

on some socal beach break

Giving up time to a serrated edge

Hedging my butt on the edge of a road

unloading my head on the ledge of the wedge

diving for sand for a fair baited vegg.

Ledger Letch

Green mother funkergot green on his lips

he's got crazy con red eyes lazy fat hippos

purple sittin there staring into the floor

would gonna blind free you brother a then he ask you for more

yeah he's an evil sick dog that starts with an EM tea time and swing a rat juice

railroad cocktail instead you might of been bonkers and better off dead

steamy little rivers of fear in your shoe fuel white fuel pouring a mould

dream about givers the takers are old

receiving their love makes their hearts grow cold

Feeling I'm angry

dealing with hunger

I hear you I'm near you

closer that you wink

you said you were poor so they poured you in a drink

when you said something sweet they told you to think

Mother Earth vs. Math breaks down

take any digit to the infinite power

within an fraction expect to get a middle finger in your face

take the fuel in place the glasses on

face the wave hotter still

take another step

suddenly you held me tight

in a jar by the door

you didn't run you didn't lie

on the corner is a baker with a turkey

and he never gives an answer

hey jade don't be a prude

here's the tie

I don't know why

kiss me girl I'm gonna die

Math is simply unaccountable

when it comes to

pushing envelopes my way

Well I don't seem to see

the way I let the lies get through

yeah I'll be dumb before I say

and I'll be deaf before I'll listen

the way I build the case

I'd pack the powder in

the space a key of dust and blithe mate

I listen and I watch the state

of grace and trace the murmur to

a place that far behind the

times at times and somethings sir will

never change except for here where

money talks in Good we trust and

danger lurks a rust for children

hooked on death and meth and

dust on lust for none while equal

justice gets a cut and

well

The red fern grows and

North to Freedom

was my favorite as a child and in the wild I watch his run

fourth grade teacher tells his tale I steal the book

and muse the cover

remembering the bread he had wrapped in cloth and the

nice people that found him sick and wet and naked

and helped him to go North and escape certain death

that as a child I could not comprehend

yet I identify with his desperation

and the hills and valleys travelled

Toast the painted picture

you wrote 29 29

cause you just thought the 9s?

Fruits and veggies pullied wedgings

swimming plums up in the sky

sly cool peaches ice cool slushes

rush that creature in the thicket

white picket stick it cricket

some are slicker in the rain

sunshine ladle chip and paddle

saddle dust and desert trees

freeze the jam and slam the freezer

go out play the fields of green

Mad at the distance

and that you can't show

made your resistance

pull the wax and spread you think

Practically?

Practically? Prac a tick lee?

smack a tick lee

ex ac attic ly

tick dock a lick tea

you said you were practically skin popping coke?

skin popping ?

practically?

You mean like horseshoes and hand grenades?

ha ha ha

Assumed ;premise (How I got here)

If Susan is fine then so is Elizabeth

Amy is fine or Elizabeth isn't

Susan is fine

therefore

If Susan is fine then both Elizabeth and Amy are fine

and that's fine with me

then it follows

if god is everything

then is he nothing?

if Jesus died for my sins

then would have someone died for his?

If God is everything

than he sure is something

I caught a glimpse of him

and...

He eats dinners in nice places

a question

on dePRESSion

got his head dear and when crashing the ten read a book

If it's not like

a button, than what is the shape of your mutton?

I mean eating PRESSed buttons causes

digestive dePRESSion

PRESSed buttons in books written by crooks never did much for mushroom eating kooks

in mush rooms with rooks at the corners and self induced bars driving cars to the beach

mashing buttons and reaching for looks from the kittens and dolls

Lemon yellow

melon yellow

yellin' mellow

yellin Yeoman constellation

Would you quit your Why?s son

I just quit the wise nun

so I could keep on whining

Dif rent says

Biff says rent

in con vein yen says

vein says con in yen

Where ever tool is gathered

something's rotten in the foot

lather up that leather sandal

try to save her with your hum

time's and charging no they're not

try rearranging time will tell

ring the servant comes an angel

give the labor or go to hell now

Here comes civil she's so wholesome

here she goes we check the doors

find a way out of the chamber

In a room with out walls the ceiling falls

Here we are what should I do?

da like to kiss ya at the base of your breast

boy you grovel like a Coyote

girl say you sweet could brick my head in

boy you'd rather

see me loose

than see you win

This much I gather

as I watch you you

would not be bothered by our demise

Doth is doth at,

so sue me me so so chit pan

mother funkertwo bald bitch

come in here and while they planned

to run me down and take my lights

out

run my guts out

dry my cock up up on the line and

another poem all together now ABC you and me

sentenced to death 7 tenses

What you hear now is my body

spins in through the air you hear feel me

zip through your ears dancing on the sparks in your brain

my shoe is living here come visit me

what you hear next is just my truth

what you just heard was just a lie youth

If you see me at school fill in the blanks

If you say me out load you know I will grow

fill in the blanks blank stares blackened on the stairs

entry is the second coming of Christ embodied in the from of a stanza

entry is the second coming of Christ embodied in the form of a stanza

and if you are sitting here trying to decipher subliminal messages you are either a well

fed worm or a deadbeat in a suit

Otter Love

This meal said the boy to the girl

Is a ride about time

I've been searching for this urchin so long it's a crime

chorus: It's a ride about time?

"I love you Otto said the girl to the boy. What was our motto? 'It's a ride about time"

They sealed their whiskers with a sea urchin's kiss urging an itch their bellies the switch

a watch and a seal from the deep slides a wave to the shore

The time said the Eel to the the seal

Is gonna slide out of mind

This seal sled the wave to the shore

This meal said the shark

is a bore/ ing a hole in my belly

no more so he spit the diver out

Gona see the turtle ground

Anne, I saw the lady eye

Hun'l tear ya skin away

gonna sound a horny aye

Makin lists

This is a story about a young boys

said the cave to the cradle

gonna show you some joy

dfhfkjdl

It's taken me a long long time to realize I feel

and when I steal that look of yours the deal becomes unreal

It's making me all wrong inside please tell me how to heal

my mind becomes an undertow no place no where to go

she is to me a crystal lake

so cool so clear so sure

and see to me so full of life

a pool so clear and pure

she is to me a sprinkling spring

the rapid's in her eyes

Her fire wisdom knows it's my back to innocence and light blue skies

The controller

set that pain strait

write it write it

right it right it

right

crackle

crackle crackle little crack

shackle shackle little shack

speckle spackle shackle smack

trickle licker blood sucker freeer

a question of depreciation

10 years

at the fifth years the estimated life is revalued at seven years

then at six years it's overhauled adding five years- that's eleven years

at eight years it's stolen

3 months later it's found and rebuilt to last two more years and at

nine and a half years it is stolen again by an employee who drives it off a cliff and

writes in blood that it should be paid for with his pension

a vision- insisting on rampart

my mind in collision

make a depiction

Con tin gin sea

He used to dream about dropping reds

a cause for the feds

he used to drop reds

cause he was a fed

now he's pushing uppers in the pen

yeah he writes quickly

with those uppers pushed into his gums

bubble colored balloons and a slap on the back

of his needy knees and silver capped teeth

Edward November Thomas Richard O Purple Yards

the apple baker Charle delta

received an order from the director

no olive orange Pittsburgh Richard

Kiss Kansas Lima manhole nancy

Edward funky George Henry Jackson no olive orange

something unveiled wax and whiskey

You play that fiddle for the waddle

and as you saddle up you whistle

down your middle finger finger

Talking no sync until lyrics start

open w/ talk fade out to z

Folklore rain awe

do I need to explain why,

all the times

that I've seen you

and watched you go by

and the times

that I got

a look in your eyes

I would cry

slip into your car

turning on the radio

going very far

change the station as you go

hate turns on

This kind of hate turns the light on me

with time I see the lime away the tiles

I face are justified but hate it

waits its turn and then it turns on me

my hate turns on me

I feel the fates

that pull the wool and

toe the length

and cut the line

they set me free

I'm scared and I'm scarred

burned and I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm

Every time the candle goes out

the music retards the chaff leather burns

the turn of the urn the fair weather friends

the bends in the road the stones in my sack

the brittle old bones the charred and the bland

the tar on the sadness sings and curves the

nerves and the answer came seconds and feet from being too soon the bride and the

groom cremation and doom

car nations along on car grated roads without room

shouldn't have but couldn't have not drank and drove

their turn in the urn their turn in the grave pavement!

feel the recoil

demon state

demon strait

staff

I read national geographic and desire top go

seeing the negative hearing about Jason's hood and Agent Orange

and hearing that guy tell me what a piece or chit I am

really put the hook in me

I realized that I had to kill the guy who just thought it up and did it and he was me

Tile and bang cock the floor white feathers and red

when I feel like this I'm not worth saving

He's turned them against me with gossip and lies

I'm not cool- I am and have always been a jerk good let me go

where junk is cheap and rice is there for me to work out from the land

I hate myself here!- or was it the dove bar I ate two hour ago sent here to kill me? when I saw you takin shots and makin fists

and takin blood and pushing mud into your arms

and making blue lines turn to black

and out the back door

goes the chit man

that you weren't hungry

you needed something else

to tide you over

flames of white cool fuel

in the freezer never even nearly frozen heaters

pumping bearlettes bullish passion from the postal

in my pocket and you rock back spoil some cool aid

fuel while flames thin a notion while you suck me off and I black out

I see some stairs and say hello a notion more I think that like that since I can help it I

respect the moment and man the snapshots I've been taking today are all mine!

can't play

can't play the game couldn't if I would

and since I do man this really hurts

I kind of wanted something real

and the rhyming says that i don't have to feel but this I know

is true- If I don't come around I'm gonna see you fly

My love lies

My love lies in the city

where the junk is pretty

and the air smells great:

Mister vice got nice and started doing service

Star Ted got caught and mischievous now he's dead

Miss Tee in a moo moo sent to jail for being cool

drool drool ashes land carpet corners

curly cues the juicer flys fruit flies

swirly skies tribal stickers on her thighs

blue lakes body root beer I scream

pope cap full of good

pop cap full of goaded purple powder,

purple cape and

scrape the stainless jones and metal

shavings you can't fix

He's in there on the stairs

up comes the flare in through the eye

hitch on a ride and hook the tail

flare ahead into the sky

follow flames into the blackness

mike the drums so we can hear you mike the the drums

Thomas pulled the sadness

from his heart- a long string of beads of fat from the veil

The vacuum runs through you

the wind willows children and yet beyond

that, a part of you is fine

The sadness and fear fool alone

in an old school- they marked you for failure

and scored you with gruel

kindness and scored you with cruel

Why should I not be angry

I used to live a lie and be free

had I known they were bricks

when I thought they were flow

I might have rocked out the window

anyway had I known

Pain pays alimony in nickels

Fear frees everything and runs

Maybe I could've known every thing yesterday but unfortunately something happened

Murder heard her

the word of anger

a burger herder

from the golden triangle

star banged banner

spank startled banter

woodenly wanker

hankey pander swill the swallow

from the rain

hard packed dirt laid cracks

Rub a dub dub three tacos de lengua

kick in in the pot in a sea of mangos

rooty toot toot swimming girl in da sea of ashes and soot

black pews floating by mamma jamma how goes it?

Rub a blub blub three chicks in a tub

thanks for the grub yeah grog yeah good?

Hubba hub hub scratchin on the stubble

here comes trouble in a pool of blood

Nick 'em don't cut 'em

boys in the head ghetto to the ill

lounge son gonna see

his day done soon he'll

be out there in time to make it back

Sad boy soy sand live in lake

a burro san donkey

tide thick brain shallow

simple dimple sun/ go

gun howling fun in illusion soon you'll

die

4/20/93

Broken windshield fix it funking fix it ticket

showed row your funking boat to that motor's buddies

the funking fix it ticket

said he's an asshole in other words

48 funking hours

was it the pink polish on my pinkie?

funking pinko cops- my

mother funking Ford Tornado

was made in America

and my girlfriend of

two weeks just dumped me into

therapy- free that

she doesn't know me

I guess this is the joke

laid off on Friday

maybe it's my brain

the squeeze is not on- I'm just pissed

If I weren't an alcoholic I'd get drunk everyday

starting now

all I get from my relationships with

people is these freeed lines about nothing?

The Gift

I can't rePRESS my closest friends with me screaming from the shore

like rhythmic poetry or song they cool me in their quiet wake

they are a group of stones so deep their genius is a precious density

I just can't damn a single drop of anyone who knows I am their friend

their joy for me runs like a river in a stream they're just an overflow of friends so real

their seal is PRESSed into my heart a valley of death flooded with love

Eyes are streaming

It wit what is it that once seemed

impossible is now so accessible

I readdress the issue man this

government is just right for you

The business is business and

business is business

whether ragtime of flagday

it's all in the bay

The Mrs. has risen

and business is business

weather come rain

and wither you fall

The hisses in prison

and business is business

whether its daytime or nightfall at all

The game is called tag 2x

The artist is so pissed

the artist is so missed weather egress or Mayday

it's all about Greek

the Mrs. is risen

the artist is so pissed

weather come rain

or weather you fall

The kisses in prison

the artist is so missed

weather darkness or daylight

it's all hide and seek

Sick Bay Lee Ray

basically mean

an unkind prick

so full of holes

a sad little boy

Lee Jr's father

Leeray Slick

went by the name of Ray

Sadly lost his dad

on the roof of the sky

why did he die

and why did she leave

the corduroy jeans

covered burns on the skin

a corridor chair with the wheels on their rim

Pile the peels into your apron

See the keys from the airplane

feel the pain with an aspirin

steal a feel on a young teat

Deal the feet to the lock jaw

crack the paw on the dew drop

rock the loc with an A-bomb

Entomb the groom with his wifes broom

groom the broom with a steel rake

steal the pie that she just baked

flake the scales from a dead snake

eat that tile like a fresh steak

streak her thighs with your glue stick

stack your self on her flesh back

brake you car at the red light

rush you wheels to the next red

breed your bread on a blue steed

free her like a wild horse

bread and roost the goose with a fresh pump

dump the rod for some fresh paint

the composition of your numbers on the telephone

No effects on Entropy in L.A.

A flower quartet made a bet on a Mexican death holiday

she pulled her twisted roots from that velvet underground discharge

a sacarrin trust for sonic youth and as the freeze screams and the stains and germs -

blacken planted crosses red and flags blacker and agents orange face across the grass

crass and dirt so rudimentary a battalion of saints, a chronic generation of shattered faith,

toy dolls with great big haircuts and skoundrelz with angst against, I don't no, the minute

men and minor threat, seated effigies and exploited Kennedys

Partisans and subhumans on channel three, Neos, bad brained big boys, adolescents

with F+ averages, Beverly Hills surfers and English dogs encircle one wasted youth

dead on arrival and of course buzz' band the godfather of grunge after Darby crashes

band in my opinion- all beyond possession just meat puppets on china white no fear of

bad religion, just 81 hard-core no more

I'm with your eyes

Feeling I'm angry

Dealing with HUNGER

Stealing your spirit

healing I fear it

Trusting I'm sorry

lusting with fever

ADJUST sing your hearing

Icing I hung up

Spell the correct term

I feel like dying because of my spelling

No time for corrections terminate me

I seal the white letter a marginal martyr

In April I paid doubt a sum of my money

Appeal for extension a pawn the declension

A spiel about rage tax collectors don't count for much or for long or very often at all in

this poem about English

Trite

Well wishes are well prayers sent

on the swollen roof of Gaul

littles bells tell them to get to work

the power of devotion is not limited to the believer

Jack's car drives whether you believe it or not

Only an asshole would deny a perfectly good

helicopter ride off a flood swollen roof

for a rescue by Jesus

Sell me the sunset today on a cable

tell me on Sunday to sit on the table

pass me some sauce for my real please

hand me a saucer and tea set and spoon

mass on my T.V. set coming on shortly

daisies won't you come up to the moon through the trees

sweet flower silly string hangs

M Brick ate Kate as a snake

as in cape as in stoned

Pattern and dance have me in a trance

the cradles and colors dance under your eyes

The flicker of white flames smoke pours and I read

the world's greatest book about hunger and greed

The first great profession of faith in the creed

sat high of the table of father's constitution

framed on white walls cover with smoke

streams from his pipe dancing up fish swim calabash

the embricate pattern and dance (fall away)

she Gypsy you sure could rip me

tell me what you did for Jesus?

reigning folklore and I sure would smoke more just to see you

Is this selfish- to sell

the fish you love to catch

I bake a batch of your from scratch

and you swing at the end of a line

this time this song I wrote

about you is mine

1/90 Gold in the crucible

the mark was made in his MIG. Rain falls and he would just sit there and stare at this

wide base tankard of a coffee mug on his cracked dash as it steams the cracked

windshield . "Oh looks like a volcano " he says and it does

Scratch is Marks copilot and the silence in the musty Tornado was enormous

He can sing and stroll sadly down the deserted highway the wind moving his dusty feet

along

Sam's brain is full of ideas is like Edwards biceps full of blood" says Geraldine as she

rocks back and forth- leans out over the children the foot of the porch stairs the whites

of little Peter's eyes look up like a little bunny rabbit in the shadow of a diving white

haired bunny Hawk about to be snatched up at any second.

Lucy jerks Peter by the shirt and they run

"You stay away from her you hear me!"

I put the cap on the fountain pen and the ink keeps coming seemingly into my brain

from the attic my head the ceiling is stained liquid tar that comes in through the cracks-

I pull the cap off the fountain and the spring flows out into a bed of flattened trees- the

freedom to expire on the paper is now- wow!

Civil Hair Patrol

Baby face in baby cape

they capped the bottle way too soon

five years ancient and they cupped that youth right at the spring

and tossed the babies youth

cupped into the wind

No hugs for driving just

caps of d.tails

and caps to shot through...

then the little crazy baby

stressed beyond capacity

commits a captious offense

receives a capital punishment

now she's gone

capacinno

captain

capped

capstone

I'm gonna put her in my will

I'm gonna leave her flowers

you know her?

say no more

She put me in her will

and now that she's gone

she left me the world

Although I talk to her often

she calls on me often

I listen she's kissin my face in the wind

my face in the waves

embracing my hands on the fire

my cheeks in her warmth

massaging my feet in her earth

my skin in her earth

Laying Track

Yeah its easy to be cool where your head is a rock

feet need to be hard when she rocks on your time

big funking deal you know all the right moves

a stream of running water blasting through her stone

some cryptic notion of bleeding while pine trees fall

out of his head a steam engine climbs into her side

She wears a bad habit

I'm on a run with two nuns

with a gun into the gas station

bathroom on Sunday

well they're not really nuns but the run in their stock says it's

Sunday and the money of popes' is waiting for our robes and our ropes

they wear black habits like no one I've run with

and hey- we stick together

we stick the plastic to the silver, pull the wrapper from the cooker

I stick me a little spin I think I'm on the rosary

then they stick themselves

we slide into the tile for awhile

Then I stick 'em on the bathroom floor

now we're sore and ready to go out and whore for God

next we hitch and hail Mary

a ride out of Inglewood with some dumb

trucker freeer.

Everything is beautiful.

He thinks only of himself and how he and her et set era era

He feels only despair and cares not who cares or errs error error

sadness pours over his lungs and hearts and his eye brows strain and his face is taught

only sorrow shows and the thought insight fall back from the light down some imaginary

incline-some concrete slope where great pinballs of grief slowly drop in through a hole

in his head at the bridge of his nose between his steel blue eyes...down that tunnel to a

well in his neck where it drops like a rock in his throat and he chokes and the splash of

the pain splatter crimson on the inside of his steel blue eyes and a flash of hot white

light soars across the glass of his pupils and his ear drums thunder way down below

his fist gets so tight that his heart just explodes and he falls to his knees, pinballs

spinning gushes of liquid he lies in the shower and feel the marble trails of blood

marching the shower water to the drain

I'm sick of this dry spell

and my soil is in a cool hell

the well is not insight

oh well insight I have none

they file past the station

across the new crosses

the father of nations

beneath every grave

you package the premise

to sell at the sale

a path undertaken

for ever for shaken

the sway of your hair

pure river of light

picture a forest

and imagine a cannon

the preacher is teaching

I'm thinking of you

Fizzy tunnels

Fizzy tunnels fuzzy muzzles

fussy missy, finely muffles

Fissure muscles, warm funnels

musty river, tunnels of love

It dawned on me today as the rain poured me a drink

the fizzy bubble exploding in a supersonic rush

movement in the glass what a sobering experience

de jour vou is just an angel's cherubic kiss

I'd rather eat a good damn meal than

see a movie that I'm in

I'd rather burn down a nation with some friends

than all alone go planting seeds

I rather be a homeless bum

than

be an endless bumpy road

much rather be a minor coal miner than

be a gold dust miners mother lode

eat or be eaten

cheat or get cheated

pleat or be pleated

heat or get heated

Givers and takers

butchers and bakers

livers and flakers

devils and quakers

deliver a river

and make her a present

and take her a statement

and present an armament

Mouse is my teacher

and he is a cat

he thinks he's a dog

but he's really a rat

yeah mouse is a feline

bit skip on the snout

fighting for a bone

how about that?

MOUSE is the house dog

will fetch you some paper

and hang on you neck

like Andrew's python

burroughs is crap

he's a s a strap around you

your harmless arm

and armored used world order

you tape the recorder to the latrine drop your arms in a freeze as you sleep with the

sleeze

and rips in your sleeves and and a rap

around your harmless arm

you rock and roll

you drop to the grave.

Just a joke livin on mommy's honey

choker no thinner than paint a notion like giving aspirin to flesh wounds

who's expiation to the meek?

I never read the book I was writing my own the label expired on this junkies aspirin jar

caring one way or another- okay- he might not be crap- he's a sap

Health

see taking the art mass produced is the fare

of artists who live to be found in the fair

what the free is wrong with the rich

unless you're like me, not one of them? bitch

Man isn't Santa so don't start a club

You're don't tell me I'm fool full of fear

some judo Christ sinyasins' idea of wheat

Truth: when you shoe is clean money's good for you health

If denial of wealth comes across as hate for the material than is it not still hate?

I want to hear the ox springs sing and have veal on my plate

if the children were set free they'd set fire to this world

Bliss turd

Listless unlisted

lustful and wishful

lawful and fist full and

blistered and green

spirit man free it

yeah free you

yeah sofa king spear it

you'll spear it and chuck

back into the tub

tearful and weary

a mouthful of silver

a sliver of death and

ah oh well all choked up

the T.V. white noise

yeah free you your hair dog

the hair on your head dude

if the fashion you strap on

the clicker your couch

see me I'm a sick of the

the fair weather stations

for me its the ocean

away from you morons

the churn of the blades

the burn of the engine

down deep in a ship

with no one to hold

DNA

spin the slide down miles of sky

scrape the coal black cow over the moon

baking heart flames grey clouds come

I see that I said that I loved you way too soon

the undertaker's know

Charle said he's been around

He seen many a man woman and child in the ground

He' can't say whom he's seen

Stay or go by their type of enthusiasm

for this live show

Westwood on Aphids

When my head was alive in progression on fate

hot brains fire the cannon of rights for the state

in my mind all alone insane shoe in the hype

found my self the sole fuel washing sand in the strait

Jamming the silence with white fuel noise

a salt liquid falling for boys in the hood

Now I just want to be boring a burrough instead

and shoveling snow off the top of my bed

I want to be smooth as a stone but not quite as old

just a rock gathered moss so quiet and cool

just a windowless fool under the rush of the surface

and the wrath of the wave

while Big Sur may have been a bad trip for mushrooms

westwood was great on aphids

Seven Ears of Corn

I've got a not to live for

and not much to give

so say I'm this house

that's unclear and how

well they gave me a river

brown and polluted

well really I'm houseless

I'm really a damn

damned up till now

if I open the gates

the fuel will flow

when I'm all open

I'll just be a channel

I've heard enough Q's

to match your untrendy pop songs

my cat she don't care what I do

she's psycho tortoise shell

and way off the wall

she's here now and there

she's here now that's all

fat free tart

Warming up a fat free tart

not too sweet and not too smart

Pour me me a drink my pours need a squeeze

I might get strait As but I feel like a sneak

self centered Civil she started to think

give me some time yeah she say gimme some time

In therapy there might be some thing in ink

Awe write me a poem right turn and I blink

cellophane plane free you and your pop songs I know them

subliminal chit crap free chit

I've answered enough of your impossible chit

He left her a smile- taped to her desk

she say stay off my property

so he cut off it's legs

and round filed them

Has didn't thought

and I didn't thank

so full and on empty

coma comma a brief cowlick period in a long eternity

I am gonna die my hare slate gray

was never too particular didn't care

that I should I dye he might not part

but soon after go with me enter

Lonely lone cell

from hell on a leafy beefy jerky toe packed Savanna

rolled by a sole Cuban from China the mole

that he picks then gets smeared on the tobakie roll

gets smoked by the stock broker gets lung cancer and dies

cause some Cuban from China sits out in the sun too much

blame it on those Chinese Cubans

Enough about me

Sullen man when I can I have

days that are quick easy light

who time for the whine and not ism

for a fight the right on the right

and the left on your right

moving alone and there's no end in sight

I gas on the cry babiers sobbing

bout what thy son have man I

have what I what cause I want what I have

but then some son of a bitch cuts me off

yeah I drive in fact I'm alive

and this I'm thing I can't stand

some lame from the woods who

La has got the vest driving drivers

cause we've got the worst divers

and the natives don't care cause the hunger

for this and complacent alone

on the freeway the fare

they keep me in check cease the

crazies don't care

I must resolve to bear who I am an

another evil one fuct utopia

not you Andrew- that other guy- that funkerwho- Okay stop

Taste her lips tick dock stick

stock Id to the bank talk back take it back smick smacked

brick stick a pick into that crack fill that concrete ricket from the dirt

hit that punker above the skirt

boxer punker Irish hit's you back

squirt the blood

Sin Dx on a on a the law(naw)

tan and ant sing sitting in

ahuana

lawn doing see saw

D and A

It's DNA said the obituary on the death of good

one method owns I met him alone but my feet are made of sod

see I was dry and with my crew aboard a long board red oaring through a sea of blood

cruising along bored headin for a wall a wave of Iron ore or steel

a Federali taught me to drive my eyes were closed and I'm still alive from K37 to K54 a

glue sniffin shiner on Mexican jive

or a hooka for vente with her fingers in my wallet

the little engine that wouldn't (four color stickers)

What's that called a yall little miss

just a hitogram and alot a poee

see omage stand and ya tink its thick

but if its a real image baby, maybe you can make it stick

just print some stickers and peel it quick

a four color message about a four color show

Sing kin, down an INdie Canyon

We see all the preachers lookin down at us drunk

The truck say's not me, its my kid he's a punk

we look at the kid and he points at the mom...

and so on

Road entrance

Road entrance poor pope roping pea size roe, please!

please row the boat, please!

Saw slow down that Jesus so slow no no go get

some goat cheese. Please us, disarm us trees leave a sap

splatters on the ground

pound for pound dear here I writhe pencil paper round and round

the sound of love is the temple of vice

I though of the girl only twice

daytimes and nighttimes

I only did the stuff on two times

night times and daytimes

just "to"- days a week and week ends of course

I only got loaded on todays

not as i two days or Tuesdays

but Mondays as in "mon'" days

and the hangman says, chin up kid

as in money days most days

also Fry days and Sun days and when days

and thirst days and days that I Sat there days

and miss mess a miss match and black

spun a scratch test and soon

all the monkey wrenches fly to the moon and on money too, when the res frays a tour

son

Swimming in a pool of Bleud

me good damn I'm hurting and white shirt in mt eye balls eight ball scratch cause I've

felt green felt and the cue is the shtick on my prick can't be dipped

and I'm strip bored, my cigarette is dipped at my lip,

is chapped and she lip is chapped and my sister was cut out of my arm t

here a hole its a well full of cotton from hell

there a mole and it's raw from cancer the law is the pool I'm the fool and to be cool I

would die run the camera and I'm

Mayan Hymnal coffee shop

Sitting on the mountaintop in a Mayan Hymnal coffee shop

planning to conquer the world or conquer ourselves

I knew I'd start to learn now that I knew it all

I guess the gist of it all was that although I know I want you girl

I still get mad when my spoon slips into the soup bowl

seven deadly sins

I've yet to commit

I'm seven years old

and arriving in hell

Tin Lawn

I whistle past the graveyard

sun is shining on my soul

Cathy I'm so sorry

I'm so sorry that I stole

whistling past the graveyard

looking forward to get in

Mother Mary please forgive me

I'm sorry sorry that I steal

wasted past the graveyard

sin is weighing in my chin

sun is shining on the devils dime

he drops the hammer "come on it!"

Hippies then and not

fascist future litter bugs

beads and hair they leave their funking trash

everywhere

growing up to be voting brats

Pops was right

and unlike him

I strive and thrive

on that anarchistic bliss full Zen tropic

of my interest

cut the frayed threads of soil cloth a bolt from whence we all came

hippies that litter are no worse than I- a punker that doesn't

can't wait to vote a black flag sticker on my new MW

Black lines

black times

that girl- she's a runaway

Last time

she don't cry

she slipped away

as our baby

blue lips no hips

she's our baby

and she's gone away

Bitter baby maybe they'd be nice to you

if you forgave them for began. who they are and who are they anyway?

Bitter baby May just maybe a bad moth month for wool in the wool

you may be twice as nice as any of them if their was room would you give them space?

a twisted spinning mindless spring

a strand of strings the ringing bell

a pealing feeling in the gong

the song I sing an image of

a falling man beneath the waves

of the sound that staves him to his knees

the shout that kills birds in the trees

is the shout that wrings blood from my clothes in the breeze

germs and stains on the field in the plains of compassion

for the record

go hang yourself with your tinsel braided sea rattle snake rope

Mint LUmps in the Shade

screaming

burning

breeze

grass and trees

please understand

your shade is way too cool

your shade was made white hot

look out mint lumps won't save you

I love the little whirly girl

she spins within a child of love

beneath the top a baby face

and safe within the safety pin

If I had all the time

If I had all the time that I'd been waiting for then

where was this fool when the lessons were taught

in grade school the rule made have been golden

In the real world it's iron

I'm not a loser cause I'm lost

I'm a loser cause I lose things big deal

Gibberish

sitting through the gibberish

wish for riches Irish Itch

lifting and sifting through the riffs

I sing and sock I must re- stitch

Roman tick smells on your bitch

takes me back to lazy days

I walk along the ancient way

the squirrel cage lies I used to tell

fish the drowning puppy from the well

a bird that flies is doing well

in this memoir past my hell

From pain and remorse

from pain and remorse and

of course comes a clover

three leaves and it's over

a roll on the oven

two loaves on the table

sewn seed in a crevice

St. Christopher's piercings

sewn into he canvas

a cross in the shirt

my finger's in

I burn my finger's in the water when it's hot

I cool my tip toes in the fire when they're not

I build an inn consistently by being here on time

i twist and turn my body round and meet you in the grass

I load and tape my favorite tool under plastic in my wet suit

I can stand up on my body board and shoot a 5.9

your water power follows every stroke

any drops that hit me cold make my body hard

you stand among the tuna cans bored stiff as if you cared

hammering strings

I'm sick of the critics and sick of the cycle

hammering strings

strung and unfunded

the right keys

can't find the right key to...

cutting down your poet tree set my free

cutting off the noses at all

blowing out the scene

butting up the register

walking from the stove

taking all you took from them

left you wanting more and more

cutting through a paper box

living on the paper rocks

on the side of brick and soot

slide on in for home it is This business man need a drink

he hits seven meeting a week

he took all the stairs he could take

he thought making money ain't that bad after all

White collar

I pull the white collared boxer boxers

from the boxer boxer's box

pull them on over my burnt umber locks

and cock my gun and crack my neck

smoke a neither cigarette wins

watch the dial the washer watch

tap my fingers in my socks

pull my blue jean one pair wardrobe from the spins

hot and dryish my granted wish

No photographs

you're so polite

no no to laugh

you poll tonight

no automatic autographs

or fain semantic

how are yous

No polly graphic parrot chit

don't poll a tick

me off you lie

Sadness passes

a nap in the sack

a look in the wind

a roll in the hay a sway in the shade

man, could I have been that way?

The constellation of the weather woman

the climate crier, weather vain

pick up a flyer in her pane

contained a statement very clear

"from winds of doubt come window pain

stop the sheer and keep the view

See the Cross on the Sign

make the sign of the cross

cross the bridge past the sign

jumped off at the middle to swim

in the swimming under Tao

Zen Butchers tug boat took some time

off Buddhist Oceanliner guiding

pegged the crossing Christians Bridge

enough to sink a bullet train of born against

the real survivors didn't mind

Three Months in two days ago

7/19/93

Did you pack up your dog with glass my boy

You've been filling that horse with your own

horse's ass gas you horses ass gas sucker

punch drunk eye brow pluckin bone

chewing phone home wine whine nun

chip

frump

bump on a log

Hoagy dog ten tons of gluttonage

soggy wet bread

dead

head's high on the hog

baggy old rangy doggy rose

free off go die dead head litter 'ugh' insect inside

and get that baggy off your doggies nose hose

10/17/93

Poison Spreaders

wet better thans

under piers itching sores

know it alls

wearing thin tans

weekend stair climbers

gone in no timers

mashing their brights assholes

surfing with the privileged rich

in El Olay ain't life a bitch

sporting wood past school yard girls

there is no other/ love can wait

Bog One down for love

the man whom you fear is in the room

Oh show me some love from the stars up above

and the Bagman near clamored in chairs

If you've been where I've been and walking in my shoes

then you know what it means to hate the man whom I fear is within

Closed Out

if this is the life

please give me some time

to figure out

why this figure's life is out of time

If this is the way

please teach me to say

what can't be said

while I'm saying it

If now is the when

please help me to stop

the last word that just left my mouth

If this were a chime

than give me a stick

to peal off a ring

a drop in and out

living lotto

I play a lot a fifteenths kinds of living lotto

And while I woke up this morning, my head was still in the ghetto

I want to make me some money without a stiletto

I'm sure I would care If I had some time for a motto

I didn't get what I wanted and I'm lucky

I'll never got what I wanted feeling greedy

I got what I got when I got it

I don't want to win if I can't play

I don't want to be in Franks bill

If Fred gets to runs things around here

I want out

I don't like Frank he's dead in the head

but worse than that he's lost

and I don't want to be in on good's will either

If Fred gets in to runs things around here

I'm not coming

I don't mind Fred- he's lead in the head

and worse than that he's last

Three elders and two young junkie friends on the Northern coast watch the sea from the

cliffs

Lenny quiets the tremors of his mind by injection and morbid reflection is a view of

the world seen through his eyes like grey walls with windows of blackness and a wind

that blows through him chills the roots of his teeth- that's why he steals boxers from pick

and save. Singleness of purpose. boost the boxers at cozy courts.- '" used to boost the

boxers at cozy courts too."

See for Lean the Connection- the trip to Inglewood was a different experience- the

trip to the bathroom and juice to the pipes- the windows shut and the winter sets in.

That's not how it was for me.- Mixing paint fixing pain coffee brown cartage of gherkins

for a spelt second crimson swirls yin to the broom and whoosh warm popes and the

weather changes- the sun comes up and that arid dePRESSion goes

Acid rain and old ladies sit and chatter and bicker about the spacing of chairs and spade

singing cheers from their poodles- controller with walkers old chicken squawkers

beaked whips that trip off their rockers on where the good chit is- sitting on the edge of

their chairs into the green glass eyes and old grey hairs- at the edge of a cliff and toss

smooth stones unto a whisper of sand down below

Three of them

Blithe sleeps in ger oak roller chair with the chipped wicker backing up into her

dreams of blues skies and a warm cool breeze.

Merry pulls repeatedly at her shawl and reaches into an iron basket and produces

another half pound stone- flat as a rock. She smiles and points her pointed nose into the

air as her arm swings wide- like the arm of a flesh colored chimp her fingers are shrimp

in a wheel chair she wealds another slate flat wobbler out into the space for seconds.

Elizabeth leans out then through the wind peers down as the stones cracks the sky

and drops over the edge.

As tick against a stick the sound returns and with them the high pitched scream of a

tourist below- the three old invalids and the two young junkies laugh- how they laugh!

Liz shakes so hard that her whites seem to swing out of her skull like swollen

tongues of white lipped donkeys. the trees in the distance appealed from the cliff at their

right

Harness Tea

I honestly can't say what I know

you know I cry and bleed

from my blackened veins

in the rain the shower washes

blood into the embricate drain

and all the same I can't recall

the golden rule or any

thing that has anything

do with right or wrong

Grandpa Gepetto took a turn in the ghetto

um pa pa um pa pa

the strory's as long and as old as your nose

Round cleared glasses and out in the cold

could of made you a jackass had a whale of a time

Not much left to sing about

Nowhere left on this old round about

How about a about of that?

sitting down on concrete wet

It's in the material

silk worm misses missles hiss right by my ears

in slow motion

I'm gonna let you go

Satan satin is material

Out there suffering injury on an injured jury

Fussier beings need

if and only iff

She's that woman

changing habit

see the demon

what about it

we'll she's a nun man

and he's a devil

she's a young one

undressed and white

he's a devil

scales hard and thorny

that's their story

morning glory

I can't see strait and I must be late

and I can't wait for a dinner plate

out or tune

It's late and it's dark

and you're still afloat

It's calm and Its cool

and the moon shines upon your boot

you're flat on your back

and the stars coat the sky

theres a shark and shes sharp

and you cry and you try but you're

here out of phase and soon you will die

you're the bait and she'll wait

pulling down numb

pulling down numbers in and after math

try to cop a function and then I take a bath

pushing up fiction and see the wrath of gears

a halt to all this friction girl when I see you hear me

Accepting the Grind

I find pencils on the ground

all the time at SMC

when I find writers on the ground

I must remind myself

to be a pencil in the grind

and in the grinder I will be

forever there to sharpen skills

which teach me how to plant the trees

so I can build some SMCs

When I'm in fear I catalog

I rearrange and clean the pad

when I'm in fear I say hello

not to a sole

all alone you know?

Empty Melon

while your empty melon is jelling in jail

out side they pay bail out a bucket fool a typical male

you sit and stare rotting in embricate skin

the bowl full of gold colored kin

say blink blink blink blink

blink blink blink blink

you be jaundice not gold like fish in the sea

a gold fishy you are on a goldfish bowl tee

as the gavel comes down a net picks you up

a dirt lot with a house size hole

across from his home where the storm is much worse

the 9 year old sits knees up folded arms

unalarmed in his card board, grey plywood foretold

listening in on the rain and watching the cold

thinking of sand castles down by the shore

Sand candle pan handle sandals and more

taste don't haste the master or come near my castle

you bass tarred and feathered and tied up and theaters

'a storm in the ocean' he muses 'is fearsome,'

his brother the other ain't gun shy or fierce

caught on the line and the nine year old dreams alone in his shack

in the rain where the sound of it's patter is all that would matter

to children who's fun comes from dirt clods not mud

pretty clean girl,

she was a pretty clean girl, so long, now she lies

with her blue overalls and drop net stockings

sand white body all curls

towed by the line the seaweed and surf

a pick up line by the fisherman death

red foam and you see the shark had his wish

just drop dead gorged on by picas of fish

just flies in her eyes on the beach from a coat

of oil on the surface and oil in her hair

a tow on the line and a line on her toe

the ribbons of life trails under the boat

the pilots and dolphins just cry cause they know

a ride on the wake is no tow on the line

caught up in a cause

addition in number

the tide draws you out

ten thousand because clauses

and these guys and those guys

a surplus of sirs plus the slurs and their spires

stir the churning urn burnings

the worm in their pot bellied curves

and bla bla bla bla

you wait for a set here it comes

what you think about now is that

somehow you must

while spinning

within the curl and the hurl

in the eye of a god

surrender to it

or get bashed on a

chorus of choral

who'll shred you in ribbons

a release at the surface

a faith ace, yes sir

recluse the clauses

this is what counts

Roman Catholic hammer

I tap tap tap my Roman Catholic hammer

into the cross beam of Jesus tree

I'm gonna see that ash intersection

crash as a church crutch unlike the tree unended

a Roman Catholic crutch and such

a clutch of pope and papal patronage

my father Irish German RC rage

I turn the page and rearrange my tie

and like a thesaurus life's a circus

Sir Lancelot sar us cuss alot

far no fuss at tall functions

and functions without the instructions

and unlike us Jesus was no Christian at all

just and angry young man

man I love him and not you

knows all

knows all about driving and doesn't have a car

knows all about living and yet he never has

goes on about striving

but couldn't take a step

going on about arrival

cause he thinks that's cool

Art's Father

and one hour father down the river

who's art is hanging in heaven

hollowed be thy tree

they king dumb come

thy will play dumb

on hearth as it is in ovens

break us this day our broken bread

and for give us our tress passes

lead dust knots into temptation

I'm getting better squared

Big talkers

and water walkers

jocks on loches

and Jack on Jills

how much blood flew down the hill

could you spill from the cup of Jesus

in his name to win the sail so full of wind

the cap of Chinese porcelain

cups of capuchin swim

store Es (tickets/ TVs) swill

airstrip is to

is the time it takes

to get from trigger to target's breast

spear that slice of Jesus cheese

ord' heurves are prime time here!

este es venomous

stsfnms

Yesterday yes venerate memories

shaving the spoon for nothing metal shavings

grin dios

Growing up is so fun to do

oh showing up for the sun shying through

and knowing ex ac a tick ly what you're spots to do

is being responsible I am how bout you?

Oh go growing up free your self dude

free off and go die I'm not in the mood

If I had my way I'd chit

Free off go die yeah go!

Blow your self funkerblow

your self blue there's nothing I'd like better than nothing to do!

Oh poor me poor me

pour me a drink so that I can get stoned

poor me whoa is me

If I can't be nigh then I'm going home

yo pour me pour me

my blood stream polluted

and poised to my bones

oh pour me poor miserable me

I'm blue and I'm grave and I'm just a loser

bonny solder weld underbelly

tin man I am

the patients of china white

pre-diction ex-Pussian

expulsion depiction

exPRESSion of anger the

presence of fear

Listening to no actors

flat unreal- who am I?

To think I would know how

To do the same

some asshole director

die wreak tore up jerk

These are dark days for me

I'm a love monster

and a capitalist

I know what I mean

So much good in all the world

just trying is enough

So shall sandwich

use her

and so she will wee her

heap at a

seashore

cell and sin shall sin

they die anon

Pinned dust real eyes

flow fluid rapid running rapid fire on, steams are coming

feed your dog clock springs

feel your feet rock strings

nemeses mymymy I'll Now

where are you going with that little cow

she she she shy shy shy why why why wow

If I were a bull I'd pull and how

fuel Blue and the seven seaman

Seven little sea men swimming in salt lake bed

row row row your boats fuel blue blows over your heads

and what happened deep fisher fissure

did some some salt fuel come up and hit you

were you too close to high tide

now what's a boy earthen fisher to do?

oh what happened deep sea fisher manhood come we found you on land dry?

did not the ocean come and fill you up?

shut up shut up rule woolen steel wool sullen

fire an ember see his house burn

see them port the salt water morte

turn the heat from blue bad blues

fed and blue balloons the toes of piglet in a pickle jar

Free Rain

accepted fate

hear yeah mark the slate

a covered plate

a blank check

surrounded by friends

you made good on old debts

time takes time

a blank check is on the way

Cheese makes you fat

I don't want to hear about the venom in your spit

go whither you came your lather and fang

If I hadn't been there in the midst of it all

that's it

fill the cup

don't talk

back it up

Smack the Cat

I paint a purple painting

about some junkie caviar

100 choked out red and green and blue balloons

squeezed out of the mouth

and open belly of a freshly gutted junkie girl

bloated floating

ck caviar like so

much multi colored roe

The cool sit around making fun of the rich

life's a bitch

the fools have it all and make fun of the poor

what a bore

the rulers are losers

and settle for more

rulers itch

while the privileged poor in L.A. , got it going on

so we say

the rich and poor will have their day of awareness yes

should we say in a way that

although it may be surprising to them- both: