Always had an eye for it / We always had a shoe / Look what else he can do

 German shepherds, Music, sirens, earthquakes. *hidden clavicle 236*

(*interlude xymox / dead can dance / D Sylvian / wire / 45 grave / tuxedo moon ) (to edit)

Don't start me offfff / a man can take advantage of (forward card shark game "impenitri-able")

for beginning to and back again / don't start me / me / me / 

forgot to stop start stop start me for of of 

(cip[her)

little flowers bloom / Moon approaches. (don't start stop / feel this way)

(re/sponce)

look in the rearview mirror reflections

a million days a ray / a cup. a hundred cups of honey / the reflectionless faith erased

the face of ....in time we'll be together for rain storms

forgotten days to die (accomplices)

when did you become a cold split in two? (over the ridge / cold spells ahead / coastal washaway

scrub the back / fade to black / be together for a million days like every cell banging into get/run this black abyss while time throws itself into the pool

random notes / blanks / indecipherable memories

Masked gay bandits / Mixed pattern madness / swarthy 'fall-toned' incognito / sexy homemade bitches

The Movie At The Rest Of Time

Toxic,
Information,
infestation,
hateful fascination
lately, hazily and in your face-ly
media wash-overs
a million stories a minute
and I cannot swim well anymore;
drowning sometimes.
overwhelmed beyond a careless yawn.
indifference
then sleep.
(then kisses, then dreams, then hope without heartache for
a million daffodils waving like a chorus line)
everything joyful is ignored
everything changes too quickly to fall in love to deeply
to keep things close which
one can keep
that any fire might
render asunder
low grade chaos,
every star in the night sky
exposes by flame
the game changed
me, who I once knew
into something new
I cannot swim through
I sometimes miss The Who I thought I knew
(then there are things I know / my baby just cares for me /
each star in the sky dulls in comparison / to he)
sand, caving in from waves
which I understand overlap
birds flap over heads, things go white,

and for a minute I gaze as time passes
in the quiet/loud
in here.

I'm always in here.
everything seems to come back here.



























my thoughts, dark or light, to the same place.
circling and circling and circling
inside my anxiety
my trembling before
the cage bars
to a frozen bird.

A Treasure Of Quicksilver, In Time

What on earth

my eyes, half closed

half...unaware.

restless, almost asleep

my glance focuses into gaze.

soft light

shadows,

some parlance for joy muttered in another language.

quiet.

I don't know what I am waiting for...

sirens? Majesty?

Something untranslated...burning?

I came to herald you...but I ran aground on the moment

quiet, on the grassy field, covered in 35 mm,

coveted, consumed, like quicksilver

lost in a drain

lost like a derailed train

coaxed into the ether

a treasure of time,

history delineated into mystery,

misery, perjury, purgatory,

purchases, surcharges, and far off sounds imitating sinister hysterics...

quiet.

All is hidden here, in the moment,

stolen from the banging, semi-coherant draining

of the ceiling monster's clanging

inside tonight's apple-core head.

Spooling nothingness.

quiet...quiet, again.

-------------------------

Did you see it, There, in the faint misty drifts...?

Witchful Sisters

Now you take off your head...

The horses run along the tracks
alongside other animals
hidden in the dark
compressed in the hinterlands
wreathed in ashen garlands
and in the middle...
remnants of an old spark.

Devils, witchfinders, sinister
kisses, viciousness and antebellum chandeliers
sway whenever ghosts are about
stay the shadows in crisp winged
victors, sisters, stab you like an
invisible twin, strips
two steps into some
random oblivion
like an old
skin.

Page From The Past (Popol Vuh Dream)

the sound of every car
going by with their radio
on with their window
down to chase away wolves
ring through the bells
and small devices

to challenge envy
remember what gentleness
was like
before you watched the guy with the wheelchair
get kicked over by girls
on scooters
with tattoos

and the cars go by
the wind is blowing still
like be bop
and wild dances
in the evening skies
it smiles, in the cloud lines
like azure, like sunset, like champagne
spilled into the Van Ellen belt
for dreams to bounce off of,
all those hands and sans serifs
waving like a bonfire sunset
full of pages of the *Book of Community
fiery ideals and victory
cast into the standards of past ideas
then forgotten.

Random Bits Of Words On A Theme

tears 

sadness 

the passing of time like rain drying 

on fog-less morning streets

crisp, cold

cutting as razors

though silk

in slo-mo

daft

mind teetering 

as waves lap

my last inkling lapses

and the twinkle 

fizzles out

the street is here

it says nothing

the sparkle and shine 

are jackhammered away

and it is quiet again

until the next ruin

runs aground

struggling against frost

citrusy bitterness to cloud the 

dreams I pulled the shroud over

without counting the cost.

_______

He learned the 

lashing of legends

like the last lingering

rays of manhood bursting

through an unbuttoned shirt.

_______

the last 15 seconds 

are nothing but rain

the last final seconds before the crash

when I move the needle back again

to the first groove

my last love

the first few seconds of crackle

before it starts 

all over again

a kind,balmy storm in the soaring nights

pain shield in place of armor for the four-hundred thousanth time

when the voices came

you knew my name

flashing over

time repeats with a fury of mosses

delicate caresses

and daffodils

Wilde, Quentin, Tin Tin

falling in love again

lest you need reminders

its you.

---

Icebergs crash into deserts

eyes close amongst power drills,

confectioner's sugar

and interesting drugs

a lifetime of ideas fades into azure. 

bad people surround us

inhumane ideals hound us

let the sky call us names

they designed the 

microsecond

we have no reason to fight them

ashamed of the name and of the nameless rain

we cannot be blamed.

Calm (implicating water quantities)

You can feel a storm coming

The first faint rumblings
low frequency dips
deep bass frequently
tumbling
into the hiss

of rain
diamonds falling in formation
sky fathoms movement rushing
repetition, repeating, replication
multiplication, reproduction
implicating water quantities
     drips out pooling
as a coral sea
at once

tears of all ages
blood, snow and bile
    cooling in the muddle of puddles
so revisited
ad infinitum
pharaohs, landmarks, history and light
raindrops and race cars and robots fight
for spaceships exploding into splendors in flight

tension
in rusty unhung
windy trances relegated, commanded
    for the un-mended fences to dance
in the tendency, modestly demonstrate
corroding Swan Lake
an aperture focused
on fates

keep a ladder in your pocket
every lamp needs a socket in darkness
    Waiting for lightning to illuminate
to the unchecked
box you climb
Mountains I am,
as a sky you lay over in a starless, seamless black
like storms need a calm sky
a blank canvas
to imbue
with fury
and meaning.

Placed As Some (Extravagance)

Unearthed

the most beautiful boy

asleep in the beaming

of a smiling red moon

like a butterfly

come to rest (doesn't need the love of the world)

on a still leaf (doesn't need the twists and turns)

before flying (doesn't need anything a thousandfold)

to the future (just a need a sun that burns)

A bit of my weeping wine

a bit of chatter in the 

noonday sunshine

and some filth and laughter

mad enough still for love

and some strange manner of living

to be the catcher

when you're laughing

when you fall

the punchline

on my sleeve

talks of dreams

in the morning rides

from night to day 

as Sinatra sings

let's get lost

chet is so boss

but due without the

personality

a thousand notes will help 

you see

oh my heart

does it need

some connection

satisfaction

my man in man

zooms in 

to take heed

and smoke

blooms.

Others That Do / Ancient Mariners Sing

would it hurt
you to riddle my
imagination.
sustained but not in pain
this draize trains runs aground again
blind, I might be
but

there are eyes
there are glances
there are imperfect promises
I made to no one
thank you merlin
lead the dragons to the slaughter
for the sins
of all your daughters
fathers
cast to slithering snakes
and doused with gasoline
saxophones and liberty hitting middle C
in the brief moment between death
distraction and promise
in my hand I carry change
lye crystals lay on my hand
burning like lonely boy
held down in the deep end
will the circuit ever make
a connection
or will the bed
just sit there
and burn


dream big
guitars and
boys screaming in imprecise
decibels
sun shines, park lines drawn
in the difference between presets and
what you get to match seasons
treason beckons for whiskey tango fuck the noise
wavelengths disappear in cardio dawn drenched
arpeggios sustained dreams ethering
dithering with hercules
arms wrapped
old films acting as arms
in a mirrored glass reflection

Flood The Stream With Fire

but what can rocks tell of the
fall from the tower
of moving across deserts
in a different age
when dense lonely cold hearted
creatures ruled
in the swiftness
with ease
the world is changing
stories rewritten erased
enclosed in haze
with added strangeness
washed before the monkeys
ruled.

It Wasn't Air Until You Called It Something Different

can't find love
nothing left to ruin
can't even get it
together
on this planet
and they're looking
for life on mars
there are no answers
in the dance hall or the
stars in deep space
will we ever know
our place?

Chased By The Shapes Of Your Fever Keeps On Moving The Sails

just wait
until the room is
spinning
put your arms
into my hands
the carnival is driven
from the rain
and colors
and your name
are all I
I can
think of
as usual,
but perhaps
it comes
as some surprise
in the waning hours
some rhythm
and some
flowers.

2 years coming in the headlights

something just beyond always shimmering,

just inside the well of a dream...

Sound Easily (Hertz Topography)

how easily nostalgia
turns into
rage
one setting
becomes broken
the radio
no longer tunes
in
to anything
lost
in am
noisephonia
hertz topography
silence laden
with some
sound
anyway, immortal
endless it seems
constant instead
like dreams
skipping from
one point
to another
and then
>gone<
        for Heinrich

None So Much As Children Inside The World

we are singing
of joy and pain
at the point
of birth
red letters
blood ladders
she is calling
and crying
mother and father
and nothing but
great pain over
and over we are
all washed through
with unfolding drama
and strain.
with knowledge
lead by a shaman
careful for the fallout
mindless words
famine in the nuclear shelter
lost words and soul
before the drought.

Unfolding Tomorrow Machines

everything goes
 from nothing to nothing
two states of unbeing
with some static in the middle
ground out sourced
made without machinery
without
a sound
we survive
thinking
we came from somewhere
and we love believing
we are all going somewhere
forgiveness never comes
there is no water
left to wash us
in the last hours
when the candle flickers
parades of ticker tape
ending with a
final call.

A Change In The Unwritten Script

clues for archelogist
a story to be told
in the removed
a vacuumed truth
all for saving face
and a bleak reply
with a side
of cold gullibility

a sick street
slick polished avenue
a memory of an old \place
washes over senses
the fragrance of loosened
moorings
slips lost
the long coast and
men that disappear
into transparent sailors
veiled appraritions
painted canvas beauties
now
illusions
broken free with
momentous speed
with soaring primrose-colored wings
that gather us fumbling
eventually
to sleep.

Shuffle Off

all children
make mistakes
life is hard
place your bets

try to understand
play the game
no end in sight
no matter
how well you
play your hand

no son
or daughter
no sun or moon
laughing inside
the clamber just fading
seagulls and gannets
shoot from awkward
malarkey to dream skies
why can't you leave it all
I don't know.

what sun is unmade
unreal
dreams are
a dime a dozen
and a real steal
how can you win
in this?
I don't know

a game built for losers
dancing with scissors
like this one
Cut it short
or keep singing
is that the danger
bell and an orange glow
wringing its hands
in time slowed
I don't know

Love is like a gate
slammed with force
with both of us
on one side
full of arrogance
the thought of leaving
too strange for words
even an empty evening
imperceptibly concealed
is not wrongly articulated
behind some ancient force field
we all eat with spoons
come clean in
the fabric and an elan
dreamed about with
sympathy
shuffle off to some hidden
corridor
see you in
some other place...

Face Fading On the Western Ridge

a hundred new feet
without a name
clear but different
not connected
in no books
not the same
turned away
no named
with such strains happy
the man he says
happier than a whisper.

That Books Should Find Hollow Spaces To Fill

my suit catches
fire again
on closed circuit
television
the lens fails to capture
the texture of my
textile reminder
to find
the expression
the respect for dissection
sharp instruments
and destination gasses
in the
repetition frames
glazed with the
space bar
drinks in the afterzone
blanketed by
astral girls
and stars like pearls
exploded across
dimensions
that we wasted
we were trying to find anything
anyone left
who was living
before
we stuffed any one
into the ovens or the homes
and forgot them
(bang)
white lights
explosions
hello...?
just pick up
just a voice to ease the pain
just another bout
of wrongful information
terminated while receiving
broken interception
discovered covered with blood
upon
disco very tired to train the same
but the name is scrubbed
until your are lone
until you are done
until you turn into a butterfly
or a dove
or just left like a piece of felt
mashed into the mud
totally submerged and
numb another number on a bullet
in a gun measured out in cups
no more pain
the gods are coming again
the ship is done
it only comes to take one
like some floating balloon
off to the moon
when I thought the clock
had come to take me
a vow to the silence
dream avoidance
and the screams
of the last light
-------------------
(unfinished)

Only Love Keeps Us Alive

until it circles back
and we all
are fire
angels in
some grand
parade