February 2024
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Skeleton List
The fair light peaks at dawn this heart flattered by the rush another perilous tick tock another band of blue in a seemingly endless veil of gray say something for once say something that is real There’s a motion in the air tonight as souls weave and collapse through American freedom Tees the land of liberty… Continue reading
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The Trumpets of Sandpipers
War on war is nothing more than war and now we got bullet-proof baby blankets our digital souls manic and depressed killing each other over our opinions of God and love history now bleeding from Polaroids Christmas trees now strung with bandoliers enslaved by the dollar enslaved by work enslaved by worry enslaved by this… Continue reading
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Cracker Barrel on Crack
The ebb and flow of the Jesus crowd washed nostalgic candies into the streets of LipLock, Tejas on a sweltering Sunday school day gone mad. The bacon was loaded. Mosaic scrawlings of jelly looked like sparkling guts on the sourdough. Coffee was but swirling blood fueled by cream and sugar. The roar of the hungry… Continue reading
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The Lake Blue Animating Principle
this angel skull of Harlem doesn’t sing or sink like the wind. it’s laundry day in Manitowoc, the MAT is down by the old Navy ship resting in its watery grave and the sky and the rain is so damn gray and sad as I hoist canvas bag over shoulder like some old-time dirty clothes… Continue reading
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The Orange Motel
It was somewhere between Q-Town and the LA basin of all that glitters and orange grove cathedrals that there came the great snow and I was forced to shut down in some Arizona town— I was in between lives, feverishly dodging the corruption of compassion that come raining down all over the world like a… Continue reading
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The Tomatoes of Oz
The doorbell rang at dusk The old woman came bearing fruit She held three tomatoes in tired hands One was the size of a softball The other two she cradled like bloated testicles They came from her very own garden and she beamed with pride I had to accept the gift, for it would be… Continue reading
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Roswell 1969
The low machine hum of the big, big city is entrenched in gaslight dawn. The birds and the killers are mum, waiting for the razor light of god’s heart to percolate and breed as the handmade souls rise, wash and run. And it was a hot day in the desert, a blowtorch sky was blowing… Continue reading
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The Moon Has Its Own Scars
The moon has its own scars, just like the sun and all the planets. Most men and women have scars if they’ve lived any, if they’ve breathed any, loved any, hated any. I stood out in the yard last night because the moon was big and bright, and all those scars were visible to me… Continue reading
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Velour Beans
Velour Beans hid deep in The Garden of Carrots in Laos. His uniform was made of unicorn fur and torn. The remnant war bombs in the wet, green Earth cornered him into a basket of worry and long-lost wonder. Code name bath and bask and the tribulations of mind grains… The gongs in the hills… Continue reading
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Awkward Llamas
She is fireworks over a city that sits like candles torchlit and like flames. She is a walk on a quiet street in the dark with murals of Dylan in her head. She is quiet glances out a window, sleep drifts, warm against me in the rain of our devotion. She is life as I… Continue reading
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