Under Pressure

Storm swelling
Prison cell
Accumulating ammunition
Bunk-mate derision
Jaws-of-life or a knife
Contemplating escape
Another murder
A murder/suicide
Push Pull Pound
Fists through bars
Mindmuck misanthropy
Viral decay

The coming day of freedom will
bring a violent release
The next named storm of the season on
every news station in town

I’ve always known him as
Bill
He was just another neighbor
A husband A father
He used to cut our grass

Nobody knows what broke that man
I guess eventually
your fuse just runs out

- BOOM -
and it’s over.

Phone Call

… I know
I miss you too…
Last night was some funky-junk wasn’t it
We fucked the word fuck a new meaning
torn tangled scratched & screaming
Your nails left staggered syllables of your writhing
across my back
slapped tracked marked & bleeding

My lats are sore, No
My cats are doing fine
I said my lats
Those large back muscles that pulled me deeper into you
Felt like a Viking rowing over roaring seas
Plundering
Pillaging
Battle horns were blaring
I cared enough to save you - love
Or the Norse gods were on your side

Either way…
I miss you, Just
doing laundry today
… not much

Faith

The world is good, I’m sure of it

Yes - I know it bites and it has ugly dog days
There’s too many salesmen on too many porches
vending crapcakes & shitbars out of trenchcoats & backpacks
And too many militia self-appointed as saviors
under flags of crude stitching from the hairs of those beheaded
And too many theories
And too many formulas
I’m giving  X  a zero & negating them all
- don’t even know if that’s valid -
but too much explanation just fucks up the Pretty

 So I’m telling you this now

- The world is just good -
See a smile See a child
Spend a moment joined in laughter
Just simple it all down
Turn off your kitchen light
Tie the trash up in its’ bag
Open every window wide and
Let your house breathe

Feel the winds of Faith rush in.

Memories

oncewewere
i thinkiwas
i thinkyouwere
whenwefirstmet
so youngandfrail
of smiles and thrills
of skininskin
new sinsconnected

i thinkiwas
i thinkwewere
inclosetooclose
youme youme
when once we were
but   sooner     became
a           memory              kept
for              days                  like                  these

- from Death

from Death
in magnificent capacity
with vigorous tenacity
brought forth and placed here
at our feet
this blessing

the promise of a
swelling soul

Reduction

I bet you still sleep on the
right side of the bed with
cold sweats & shivers waking you
    up now & again

I bet you still reach for the
rind of my body
wanting to peel your way into the
    fruit of my soul

Your drug, I always have been
What will you ever do without me ?
Your addiction already reduced you
    Look at you - you filth !

Love or lovely demon
Frenzied little-one accurst
I see you now in the slops of hell
    And pity you at your worst.