Hanging On The Outside Of Open Lights / Some Freedom

no crazies left alive
neural pathways
checked for confidence
and then bullets fly
nothing left to hear but guns
nothing left to fear but guns
where will all the bodies fall
when our kingdom rises
you want to tear thru it
taken to extremes slave to lace made of
barbed wire rusted through
the hereafter
its a cancer
you have to traVEL THRough
its an orgy
that fucks your senses like a bad cold
tired of the tedium of the meaningless
whimsical  +/= miscalculated release
the future; unclaimed that voices fear preachers in the ether
the flames that meant to
save you
your saviour
humiliate your self reputation
no limitations
they might as well
have set you on fire
like every despot who ruled
you will pay the price
it will be too high
it will burn as high
as the fire that eats you
that cooks you
here to strip you
send you to unruly infirmary, obscene
what horrors could have been
had I means of accessing
the plate glass
breaks glissando echoes PASS
ever fiber of canvas unremembered will haunt you,
if not the you You
the half life
your pretend to live in sleep.
ever pound that is hard to lift
every extra roll roll of situation lost in the
chins of your face
every memory you can't unsift
like ghosts
like pains in your side that role you over
in sleep
sickly sheep
you kept the promise
mother took to the deep
where the punishment continues in judgment
outside the honor of the hour her ghost continues to push
no need to cast cement but rather dead flowers BURN THIS ABSTRACT ? SMILE AND OBEY
you are not yourself you are the real self others make you
this is destiny
not escaping it
this is what angels pretend to be in projection
just musty panes of glass under thought lakes
silverized to indicate value but really empty moneyless glamourourness taste just like sand
you don't even know how to care about because you are SLOWING down into now...

your memory fears
unkept
unexamined
axe glamour wiped
hemoglobin free
pollution of time marred history shifts to mutiny
unseen \/ spaces leaving smudges
erased faces wiped clean
after you light this
bath of choices
in the midnight
fire.

Lucre is the Large Infection / Its Time For Your Injection

move into
a small space
under a blanket of snow
fear under the stars
they all crash into the tundra
and cast all that is seen into darkness

its okay
sit here and we'll play
turn down the lights games
read labels and forget names
count the flakes
from underneath
invisible
no one can see us
no one can hear us
no one can hurt us
when we're invisible

crazy promise
that love is
a hundred thousand daggers
and a voice screamed hoarse in ecstasy
in between each set of eyes
truths are exchanged
and we're chased by swans
around the lake ignored manly mornings
each wrapper is pulled away
and tossed aside
pain is your just reward
slow pollution of the derelict insides
rotten from reproduction and fallow
damaged schoolgirl dreams
facetious raping reality's injection with liquidity
like the poison of the vampire's
kiss.

crawling

from an old ruin
to an abandoned building
the place where I laid
my head
was full of scars
silent battle trumpets
empty battlefields
hope creeps along
at a snail's pace
as repeating shadows
wag like talkless tongues
laughing mouths
lidless eyes
that see inside
........

somebody please, something, anything.

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.

Elegy For Antimony And Petrol

((Draft)

Unfinished soliloquy
interrupted by damaged cacophony
shake in time to the dischord
the growing hordes
cannot discern the odes to freedom
whores and saints ride the median
in to distolian admissions
to ponder
the collapse souls in the moment
of disarmament
disenchantment
disenaging dismorphic abandoned
acolades mistakes fade
in distance rattled clocks broken
draize train padlocked; addled.

is it clue-filled arithmetic changing
 or refractions on a theme in
language becoming gorgeous
panhandled illustrated
undemanding
orchestrated for
the sound of wings flapping
over low mountains.

minded. carbon
unspooled filled
a universe riding unhinged undiminished
knife edges.
as dawn raids
air escapes
pinions swing in the
swim of mechinics
authentic ryhtm
machines , portals of symmetry
eclaipsed by history
erased and brought together
in Antimony's desire.

Tree # 6 / New Topper

Best Xmas Tree 2012

Finally a good tree shot.

Unclouded

on an uncloudy day
nothing will be in our way
nothing will hold us down
the sky and 
the road will stretch out
forever and ever and ever
in hope

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Not There

did I get on the wrong train
one with a mixed up
destination
the place you want to be
keeps changing
while you learn
to forget
madmen dreams
the familiar face dealing with the same
pains running away
with a song or a note
that's never here or there
rock and roll isn't always
there to save you
in the lowest ebb
of static blistering through
the rashness of decisions in
the dark corners
where mad thoughts laughing back
at me.

What kind of wall did
I ever believe in
that would be made
of nothing?

with each bad decision
some part me
I don't remember
is disintegrating

broken sidewalks
where I paused or stopped
never seemed to lead
me somewhere decent
a descent into recent unhappiness
or something dredged up
from the unrecent past
like a wet coat I can't shrug
nothing works, even drugs

I am so tired... so tired. 

Xmas 1972 - 1976

Xmas 2012 / Animals and Icons

Oceanview in Mendocino

and the love of my life...

Mark, What Hath You Wraught?

What a weekend this has been. Friday night Sheldon started throwing up. First came all he had eaten then bile-by Saturday he hadn't eaten or drank anything for a whole day and what was coming up was like no cat yak I had ever seen and smelled terrible. by the evening he was listless, wobbly and cried if I picked him up. Sunday morning he got worse and I took him into AIMMS on 9th avenue for emergency vet service. 2.5 hours of waiting was hell-and while I was there another woman's cat literally died in the carrier in the waiting room. they ran every test, blood work, x-rays, ultrasounds, put him on an IV, gave him fluids, medication and held him overnight. He improved slightly from the fluid but after calls back and forth and another trip back to Arguello Pet Hospital, it was confirmed that indeed there was a blockage, fluid painfully built up in his system behind it and needed surgery to be removed.

Surgery was Monday but they couldn't fit him in at Arguello so he went back to AIMMS. After a year of steady improvement in the behavior dept now he is handed a life threatening blockage? If I could afford my own place this would have never happened-everyone knows what a neat freak I am. A big fuck you to the slob roommate for leaving bags of trash/recycling in his office overflowing with loose candy wrappers for MONTHS instead of simply taking them down to our recycling bins-which the cat of course eventually explored and, due most likely to Pica, he ate. $5,000+7 car trips across town and three sleepless days later my cat has a 4" suture on his shaved belly, a cone around his neck and a drug habit that would make Lohan blush-and can't jump, clean himself or eat without assistance because of the cone. I can't I remove the cone lest he rip his stitches out.

Disturbance At The Kitty House? And I thought I was going to finish that Dead Can Dance article this weekend? I'm wrecked and its only Tuesday! Oh honey the FUN we have together! its a laugh riot! really....I need a drink!

Still Life With Travel Bar

Looking Past Shadows

Red Sails & Amnesia

No Reach For The Search For Reason / Pumpkins For Halloween Season

close these eyes
all the voices have gone
now liquified
poured in the corner
click to restore order
can't hold my breath
much longer with these burnt hands
switch it off
switch it round
absence of reason won't
bring the nightmare
to a close
just a search for
the broken
pieces, backing up
I stepped on
in the darkness
the incessant weaponless floundering
the star and sinner sand castle place full
of monsters and mobsters and drinkers
being missed
sinister regretful
in some brightness
awakened...

Happy Halloween Despite The Actual Horrors

Running Backwards Into Time

blink
flip
white
there it is images again
again
a hundred thousand images
each one the next one
bursting flip books ripped
old gray ships
falling into the ocean
a hundred thousand images flapping
flaming into the silence like shadows draped over stones
into the distance I'm running
like time melting into
the sea