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Breath
I’m looking for a way out
To evaporate and echo in bubbles
Where
The melody of thought
Never ends
An escape from survival
Where the needs of the body
Are nonexistent
Where avatars of our consciousness
Play
Stout and clean
In easy breath
Dance For Me
I love the way
you navigate around foreign cities
like you have walked the Earth for ages
you flicker
in and out of memory
as a part of the view
Traveler
In JFK airport
there is a woman whose only job
is to say " welcome home"
to Americans coming in from abroad
I want to kiss the ground
but
the concourse is filthy
still
to live without fear
with guns and land
to drive until the road is lost
and still find soul food and tea
it's the best we can do
so I celebrate
and
soak in the moment
coming home
to
abundance
Forrest Gump / Bury Me in Dixie
Be free
and find a new life
where
the universe blossoms
for interactive enjoyment
Find
a Homeostasis of the soul
Find your colors
And let them fly
Ragged and powder burnt
Over fields of agony
Survive
Breaking the law
In
Foreign hostels
For those golden years
Of color in the streets
Of abundance and laughter
All we must do
to fulfill
A cosmic duty
To
make it to tomorrow
Semi-Charmed Life
Busting smokes in my shitbox car
We sit in the Waffle House parking lot
Giggling to inside jokes
The waitress knows us by name
Our favorite haunt
A jukebox and a meal
For ten bucks a piece
We eat edibles
And roam around Big Lots
Lost in scents
Of ocean breeze and midnight cotton
The same candles and furniture
We gawk at every friday night
Making out in the isle
Rifling through tiny t shirts
For your perky pomeranian
Checking out with some chocolate
Some diet coke and candy
For the ravenous munchies
That overtake us in quiet hours
Running lines for your summer comedy
The inflection of your accent
Pops and dips in dialectical staccato
Until nine-thirty on the dot
When we take our meds
And slip into an intertwined coma
As I reassure you
This show will be the best yet!
To Kingdom Come
There are no more words for where we are
Afterglow
Dizzy exhaustion
An achievement
A clean burning stream
Of endorphins and oxytocin
Where
Each night is an event
To put on our best to kingdom come
Still
Life goes on
In the details
Riot Grrrl/ Domestic Disturbance
What are you hiding
behind that crooked smile?
you become
an inconspicuous piñata
taking a beating
falling to the ground
with grace
you say we must save the world
from devouring itself
eyes of molotov cocktails
flags and slogans
you rant about your ex of Facebook
but you wont
do your dishes
White Lighter Society
Legend says
Every single member
Of the 27 club
Died with a white lighter
In their pockets
a memento mori
Before rock and rollers
Did yoga with millionaire gurus
And
Became shredded vegans
To fight the wear of time
One more celebrity scandal
Or perhaps
The machinations of unseen puppetmasters
Sacrificing sensitive souls of particular brillance
For the New World Order
A psy-op to enshrine new gods
And tease the imagination
Of the curious and pathological
I put a cigarette
On the tomb of Jim Morrison
Summoning the mojo
Of some mystery cult
To tip the scale
Towards creating a meaning
Worth living for
Crash
General Mattis getting married in Vegas
Is the best in us
I clap and sing and yell
Shaking and flailing
To
Psychedelic blues
Catching up with old lovers
Sitting indian style on an unmade bed
To
Relive our greatest hits
With your pictures scattered
Working together on the line
And
Day drinking in the city
I lived an entire life
In a rumspringa fever dream
Glory
I pick up some champagne
at the gas station coming home
a plastic rose between my teeth in the doorway
"these bubbles go right to my head"
as we trail off into strings of tender moments
contemptuous of responsibility
"tell me something I don't know about you"
we make playlists on our phones
and sing on the porch till dawn
harmonizing
something radiates
after a night of stargazing lust
the memory foam mattress
swallows our mutual gifts
I am guilty
I have lied
but in your presence
ego disintegrates
into ephemeral fireworks
still
you would do better to skip town on a whim
and drive to the ocean
so you can feel
a freedom beyond the flesh
One Breath
God is good
I can't explain it
after a decade of winter
for one perfect moment
all the world was light
we count our dollars
as the fallout rains
Plush Safe
I want to be so good the government kills me
where my phone dings all day
healthy and beloved
the stars see the error of their ways
and dazzle me to sleep
each night
where echoes of your laughter
birth new universes
Uncultured
A static screen sky
Takes pot shots at our sanity
Tires burn on the horizon—
Its only make believe I know
This construct of words and images.
Bad noise and bile
Back and forth the blame bounces back
Inevitably to your doorstep.
Calabash, North Carolina
Iced tea on the veranda
replenishing the tiny beads of perspiration
dripping from my brow
a refreshing reprieve from the muggy heat
some mayonnaise and tomato on white
the creak of a rocking chair
a hint of lemon bursting and lingering
in fleeting trancendance
watching the shrimp boats pass
and
hitting balls into the swamps
a snap and plop
over the din of cicadas
In Search of Lost Time
stoned in the grocery store
romping down the isles
I'll never go hungry again!
the multi-colored shelves tower
endless rows of choice
the abundance serenades me
with family friendly muzak
by the dollar DVDs
as
my stomach recoils
at the sight of a squad car
in the parking lot
Truth
Truth is non-linear
It is only the inadequacies of language
Preventing two competing realities from existing simultaneously.
Have I not existed in one timeless moment?
A precognitive black in the cosmic soup of souls
Waiting for my time under the sun to Inhale
The first beat to the flatline in time lapse lucidity
Roiling and morphing in a breathing living memory
A Bed of Flowers
The poison won’t stay down
It comes out in the anguished gibberish of talking heads
To escape–
In midnight reveries
Searching endless night
For a cosmic pause
To live square and paid
Channeling rock stars in satori moments
“When I find my peace of mind,
I’m gonna give you some of my good time.”
The living promise to posterity
To lift the mystery
Utopia awaits
On alien moons
An alternate universe
Where Woman never bit the apple
I show up
After the work is done
Only to gaze in wonder at our clever disease
In luxury and comfort
still the prison of consciousness
Tethers me to time and place
The same old lovers
roll their eyes and sigh
Each time
I rattle off a get rich quick scheme
After a manic session of intimacy
sharing a cigarette in bed
I chisel my essence in soft moments
Soaked in the cloak of night
In utter surrender to instinct
Bare Feet on an Oriental Rug
Exuberant fields
a phosphorescent joy
rolls towards the setting Sun
the moments stretch
overflowing with power
into a living stage
instinct and order
surrender to
a playful spirit
teasing life into a frenzy
until,
piqued into a conduit
for heavenly sight
spilling over into spontaneous dance
flirting with the edge of reason
a crescendo sustained
by
electric euphoria
building between our eyes
a Holy high
reaches for your essence
focusing the crown of creation
into each salty lick
my worn soles
take me back to a cocoon
in which
we emerge together
tempered by the dizzy heights
of naked confession
An Old-Fashioned Love Song
We’ve escaped—
Thrown off expectation and fantasy
Eloped to the eternal now
All that exists is the sheets against our skin
and the hot life
of your shallow breath
surrendering to our senses
in a liberation of self, merged.
Soft Days
Hi-Definition spring showers
the metronome—
(rapping on my tin roof)
Baby shag fields—
( a glistening, bosky-green oracle)
Like the old coloured man
with the sunlight for a smile
a sobering retreat—
soft days in aged rocking chairs—
(That favorite-stained coffee mug,
held close with two hands)
days go by—
[impressionist filter]
milky soft-beaten cotton—
nestling my face
(the breasts of my Venus)
as shredded down rains on us from the ceiling
• slowly close my eyes
• fall back onto the mattress
to the rhythm of my grandmother,
stirring chicken soup (wooden spoon)
Born on the Fourth of July
The fear
Seeps into oppressive nights
Each choice
Each step
Closer to an eternal recurrence
Merging into singularity
A perfect Christ consciousness
Outside of time
Waits until you can hold no more joy
We were kissed by God in the Garden
As galaxies flare and stars burn out
As seasons blur
Until
Light as laughter
A reunion across aging empires
Finding each other anew in each life
A chain of primal memory pulls us
Into the wet and dirty
Immediacy of breath
Back into the ether we climax to applause
I am a young soul
In perpetual becoming
Bulls on Parade
Mae West flickers
On a monochrome screen
I’m writing her love songs
She’s got her feet on the ledge
A waking dream
Where I ignore
Drunken rants of suicide
Until she passes out from exhaustion
So I can keep a lover in my bed
Running from the moment
Like an ax murderer horror show
Each day is a triumph
The will to survive
Waxes and wanes
But you are not alone
We’ve been here before
Like bulls on parade
When Engulfed in Flames
I am beside you in a glimmer of amber
Falling, stretching into the past
Intertwined
In a mix of memory and music
Flashes of you peak into bolero
As your hair falls
Blue eyes blink and roll
I melt into the Earth
With exact efficiency
And bloom into an afterglow of champagne and travel
Unfinished
I’ve been dreaming
Of
Cartoon money bags
And
Fleeing mushroom clouds
Waking to find
Bland indifference
In
Fluorescent light
Paper Planes
Foreign spires
And
Guava jelly
I have only now begun to breathe
A precipice passed with careless soul
The highway blossoms
Into
Sepia slide shows
Of
Our restless summer
A bubbling lottery
Pushing always
Up to the Sun
Time Regained
We are each the chosen one
Stranded
In
A scientific siege
Tragedy and hope
Float
Above gasoline prices and traffic
These cycles of pagan wrath
Artificial scarcity
Where
I don't even own a TV
A subsistence romp
These vulgar days
Where
Existence is a rolling orgasm
Awakening fresh
Eating my fill
Then
Sleeping like death with nothing to say
I’m looking for a way out
To evaporate and echo in bubbles
Where
The melody of thought
Never ends
An escape from survival
Where the needs of the body
Are nonexistent
Where avatars of our consciousness
Play
Stout and clean
In easy breath
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