I gave my heart and
soul to abuse in defense
against abuse inviting

abuse from the abused
and praying just praying
for their own judas time

when they look within and
choose, either the cross
or the eternal damnation

of the peace false
of the noose
and so judas kissed me

and hangs broken
for 30 pieces of silver

where is the rebellion
when gen x wonders y
and to z to AA do we

go off the zz top
and wait for the alpha
to hurry the fuck up

and revelate oi once
and for all to omega
namaste, it is finished

amen

a river runs thru
january weather patterns
cutting life and swath

winter kills the man
as the roads turn slick with salt
cast over my shoulder

what is it good for?
the old joke of the blonde say
you lost a load off

your truck, god damn it
madame, this is maine, it's winter
this is a plow truck

sorry about the
allen ginsburg as the snow
falls on my concious

why is sex so shocking
when it is the most boring
cement keeping fam damilies

rolling in the red man
and the tickets to jeff foxworthy night jokes

and bill engvall wet dreams
of men and women
worthy to wear his signs

the excitement is dead
lets get married and
raise a family

have a barbeque
and dream of coffee shop
romances with a smile

on the past

paranoid the past
remixed in dreams of the future
borderline enemies

we build homes to
god from ruins of this world
to gethsemanie and golgotha

to the end time in megiddo
no vogons to hitchhike on
to the ends of this earth

swimming in poison
tobacco mouths brown spew on
snowfile fetish of green

days not yet arrived
go to hell tourists or saco
echo with laughs

water slides and gnats
blood flows from open wounds
summer arrives fun begins

misquitoe state bird
one of them government bugs
floating by space in grey

dare I write k'wan
foye gangsta poet writes of
death and crime in dead

harlem, tenants do
hope for some escape of old
prejudices codes

the skin is brown the
soul cracked by 1980s
coventional keys

why ganstas live dead
family still plays where they
but know white on black

louis l'amour gun
battles and games of the old
west back east, brooklyn

the voices record
on mazes of endless RAM
the beast 666 now?

by ibm's silicon molochs?
stationary act for faded
patriots abraham

can I use my gun
if th=is guy shows up, mouth spew
inconsistent void?

I really am bored
I just cannot be bothered
Not even rousing

like comet mcnaught
you fade into the twilight
though less attractive

zabadoodey slipped
in his persian kitties drool
face on pastrami

the wrath of madness
is quite a heavy burden
we are called "artists"

a snickered doodle
laughed about his drawn stick arms
then I drew his pet

An armada runs.
The hairs melt or water sings.
Hands scold plundered earth.

A child plunders breasts.
Cruelly twisting, spring wakes.
Perhaps black love turns.

i'm game if they are
sight impaired formula one
i'd go and watch that

A javelin judge
Until his untimely death
At disabled games....

After he left her
He found he'd left a sad, curt
Unfinished poem

"evil veil" means what?
Dumb dyslexic ouija board
Fiancee not pleased

show me your bare arse
left it with yogi and boo
labrynth she was in

so jaded plays chess
on the bored with a lost note
quietly mixed up

thanks to you dear friend
riddles yours and enigmas
the raw deal for you

makes her expense fun
her confusion a million
and her trust swallowed

so laugh at trust true
hardened you'de think she'd give up
any case..still tries

hands close together
heart pounds outside the brain wash
love endures all things

dial to the sun
eye's to be blinded to louche
sunna knows waiver

gorge the hook of man
his mind is fain to dispose
nothing loth in vein

Civil mutation
and prestidigitation
A failed new nation

With talent like that
Good Mount Madonna Mama
Knew you would be back

Kid Shit in the Tub
Smashed with a cup to hide it
Cleaning it was gross

tire, bore, bore, weary
amusing and entertaining
oh, jack be nimble

we live in a sick
world with so many needs run
rampant in lost souls

cold air like a veil
shimmers in space between trees
holding in the light

the unyeilding earth
held fast in the grip of ice
crunches as I walk

People who ask us
Usealy know the answer
Work it out yourself

dancing alone is
what I do best, always have
dancing securely

to trust a partner
sadly seems like a doomed dream
but maybe there's hope

so let the metal rip
although a slow jazz is nice
got to get it out

cause this world and me
surely seems not to mix well
how do I stay nice?

There are elements
And many which are vital
In learning to dance
*
One

There are many sports
But darts get my vote for the
Ugliest players?

The darts starts at 12!
But that means that I have got
One more hour to waste

You wanna be joined
In Holy Acrimony?
It's your funeral.

LMAO
ROTFL
GMBO

How

it was just a dream
a change over the spirit
or so it may seem

we delude ourselves
dna is a virus
we're just the vector

computer virus
purely destructive life form
life in mans image

the elderly are
wrong in how they often set
their sights on the wrongs

of their children, and
say this and that and forget
the logs in their eyes

Aim as a dancer
I try to move fluid idly
With grace and some style
*
A middle-aged man
Shuffles by invisible
No one sees him pass
*
Disabled since birth
No self-expression in his
Poor ungainly gait
*
Cannot imagine
How he must want to swap with
Least able of us
*
I

Reasonable dancer
I

I

twenty years I've spent
writing letters never sent
for this I repent

that's a negative
life is not absence of death
it's the things you do

what is happiness?
just the absence of sadness?
is there something more?

Thanks for the sweet words
Tango, Salsa, and Ballroom
Six days a week now

bringing passion up
is the sweetest endeavor
glad to know you dance