what advocate will speak for us?
take our part?/explain
deathless fears that cause
so much hurt/mainly to
self?
who’ll understand flesh’s need
to be touched/or lonely
heart’s vacuum/soul’s
craving some sort of balm?
who but another Outcast?
another spirit banished
from Home?
another isolated Exile
severed from all ties?
a lost orphan/mapless &
without compass or
guiding stars?
Bukowski’s dead
Ginsberg too/
Phil Ward dead (Denver ‘66/
crush or just Big Brother
gaze on my part?)—
daily mirror revealing
facial road map/wanderings
ceaseless Roundabouts
Detours cul de sacs &
jesus the price of
the trip—
& yet……
Dear Christ
the breeze teasing
that tree/
sunlight making love
to it/
oh/
the Shades of Green…….
let me see yr
Secret Places/
the ones hidden behind
yr clothes—
Reveal yourself
unabashed unconstrained
by pernicious modesty
deadly shyness—
show me yr
Secret Places/
the ones hidden beneath
yr skin—
there is no
Rescue/we have only
one another &
it must be enough/
so let us
bleed into
one another/
Dissolve into
one another/
putting a smile
on the moon’s
dead face/
making life
a little less
terrifying……
when it all comes down
it all comes down to this:
in the
Kingdom of the Soft Tear
the Blue notes are the heaviest—
in the Land of
the Sad Sigh
the casualties are always
too high—
Addendum:
God is an Empty room—
the Reward of the dead….
Eternal Nothing—
there are no virtues/
morals/
ethics/
Revelations
Common Good or
Epiphanies/
except
Compassion
Forgiveness &
Love—
jive cat jump blues
horn blowing out crystal
notes that never break/
heavy drums jungle fevered/
unbroken Lucifer pride
abandoned & Hungry
for just a taste of
Razzamatazz—
adult Hokey Pokey Shake
that Thing/
Dump those Death blues
forsaken Exile/Holy Dance of
Voodoo Hannah &
other Priests of
Razzamatazz—
desperate sax wailing truth of
waiting Oblivion we’re
all watching clock marking
borrowed Time/
Dr. P & Mr. Sweet/
their demon angels
all play innocent
chords Jubilant Free
& necessary for
Razzamatazz—
sex juice drips
liberated Smiles/middle finger
to God Empty sky Santa Claus
& all “where were you when i
made the Universe” bullshit but
Pg. 2
instead all enjoying sacred
Razzamatazz—
forgetting Fatal
Terminations ignoble
situations & sightless
journeys to last breath/
Delicious Joy Escape
wet Genitals Carnal smelling
victory Whitman Ecstasy foolish
but so necessary relief of
day to day Sentence of
slipping visions
mistaken convictions
Empty religions
Banal reflections &
restive restrictions/
all need Jail Break from
corrosive habits death
dealing monotony plastic
Addictions & chained
futility/All need
holy magic of
Razzamatazz—
walking home
October breeze
cause flowers
to bow as i pass…
almost 62 now-
feelings of falling panic
in stomach/
dizzy sense recalling
life history/
fell length of rabbit Hole
weightless/
sky diving panic frenzy
passes/
waits it’s turn again –
@ times feel like the
tears kept swallowed
will volcano out leaving
empty husk –
and we all leave Alone/
like waiting in line
for horrifying amusement
Ride/
you might be with
friends lovers family/
but you Ride alone
nonetheless…
isolated & private
in the moment
& it’s you just you
just you…
hearts freshly broken
souls seamless shining –
blood newly stolen
eyes finally tearless –
specials galore
all packaged
with love…
between being
61 yrs old/
having 2 jobs/
being mentally ill
with its’ attachments of
anxiety attacks/
paranoia and
bleak landscapes/
life sometimes seems
like trench warfare –
The boy and girl (brother and sister) lay in the bed together. The boy was 9 the girl was 8. The boy asked his sister if she loved him. She said yes. The boy asked if she would do something for him, something very important. His sister said she would. The boy explained to her that he loves her and would she pull the covers over her head like he did. That way she would be protected against any monsters in the darkened room. The boy and girl went to sleep that night with the covers pulled completely over their heads.
The Monsters got us anyway…
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