5th Degree Bleeding Prehistronic Skies

how did we
get to this space
this placeless
destination
this over grown abandoned
patch of dismay
spineless conflagration
another story
or a myth
a lie that gets distracted and
takes the fifth
fading with the light
trading in for a night
only fire will make it right
amongst the bits of dried blood and broken glass

lower the curtain
the masquerade is over
 the party is gone
the building is burning
what kind of dream lingers
in ash all alone?

bring all the bile you want
pour if off
the edge of the cliff with the memory
hesitate before all the glitter and gall that lashed out like
enemies frozen in the bloodied snow.

no one will find them
no one will know the lake of fire
no naked bodies dancing
entranced lanterns watch
until their end of time.
read through the fine print
lost in a dash.

Dry Sparkles On Black Rocks

a transformer explodes
dry heat drinks in like dying star
signaling the birth of summer
desert blossoms wilted trampled usunder
by the hooves of children
send them out to pasture
not going to recapture
that time or place herein
you can't go home again
the clothes fit someone else
the seams are splitting
repeating lost selves
inbetween what is and what
you'd cling to if you could but
that line is right there staring back
and if you could you would have it out
like setting fire to the A/C to burn the house down
you spend too much time trapped in contrast
too much time in the mire and morass
too negative to laugh at chance
attacked by panic
danced with skeletons
but avoided death in the thrill and the will
to be here dodging sparks set off by witches brooms.

A Limitless Fiction

keep drinking till the words run
like fire from a gun
like kettles simmering
western horizons
orange setting
sun.

Permanent reward
bible fictions and redress
arms open to chance
'must love animals
and chess'

blue lightning
in the dim haze
din, the noise complicates
rhythm and evaporates
struggle with consciousness
and trouble
life is a maze.

ears wiggle
like sea lions tails
nails drag coffins
from watery graves
baba tiki mercy
back to the freak week
noise drummers hum
frequency demons
the blue doesn't match the red
instead
I light candles
illuminate the vandals
in the night

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the pirates cross oceans
ascribe antiquated notions
the fountain of youth
(he dances in the waning moonlight with pearls sprayed on the sunken chest)
like the deep sea dried out
and turned inside out.