there’s something in the way i stutter thru shames of tongue’s transgressions
it’s like i failed in revving an engine that turns and rolls all over itself to catch a spark off anything,
other than own propulsive energies, repulsed by own complicity in
rough state of this stalled out car
‘ready pushed. too hard
no logo, another level?
how you figure,, same orange, same label, same inflated price
same sodium GMO, same plug repeated ad nauseam but yup, no logo, it’s another level,
now level with me, pal think we’re as dumb as the ad so patronized?
and why are these dumb ads gettin’ me so damn riled?
concerns float calmer in the moonlight
casting a seductive somber too.
page feels hot in– lampshade’s bedside bright
swear i’d have grabbed the stage, were it not for fright.
we’re more than sum of inflated discount digits,
so, laud those who dare bleed the courage to shrug off failures of each unforgiving day
and still drag their sacks o’ hair n’ bone out for a spin thru night’s don’t blink, red light zone,
like it’s church lot, on a Sunday.
hope’s horse is leaving,
and i’m laggin’ a mile behind,
what’s worse, he has the water,
and i can’t swallow with scorched throat,
sure, take my bareback ticket but please leave me the boat,
i’ll ride the desert like a river, and coast my vessel while palm trees flash me their needles,
a punctured hull afloat.
a thought passing thru- obliged in many directions,
thru the more dangerous intersections of a mind’s long contaminated locations,
internal bleeding and surface lacerations
all pale when compared to mind’s self-stoked incineration,
or jail-bird soul’s , obliteration
for failure to file the proper, papers of appeal
just some passing thoughts spared the. pricks n’ prods of obligations i won’t feel
can’t hurt me really but still they gouge me, but please don’t mock these selective memories with nobody,
’cause hurting can get you cut here, and worse, late love can even get you buried
and nights spent in deserts leave the slithering soils no bodies
now heaven’s cast its. haloed horde to foil me
i taste more foaming yeast than fruit, and my stone oven mouth’s the proof,
i baste more hollow bone than meat, and my lone guest jumped out his skin, then off the roof,
n’ i tongue more gap than gum or tooth.
the world cries sellout in a blackout and fades our scene into white background, no space in which we may free limbs to twist, all vice no voice left n’ i’m all hoarse shout, but it won’t keep the blue birds holding up my words from flyin’ out
twisted so hard my eyes just flew south,
please ignore the tongue twisting up my mouth.
turned in the killer n’ all his money just before it made me
ugly and greed paid me to be the kind of man who’s skin glows green when talkin’ down all that’s light and sunny,
from so many trapdoor skies above me, for they all drop now so golden bricks n’ heavy
its harps and heavens still avoid me.
well i’m here if they ever wanna knock on bark and join me in my tree knot for a warm-up cup o’ gold leaf tea.