Untitled Experimental

we stood and faced a mighty insurrection
as cracks formed all around the galaxy
my armor of broken glasses and wool shirt
held strong against the university's attack
we shall forever remain uneducated
we shall forever maintain filtered ideology
we shall torture our math into limericks
our words live without grammatical consent

Historically Crazy... and Unconscious

I
Am
historically crazy and unconscious
with all this
can't fake it
or make it
and take it
and break through?

I
Am
historically crazy and histrionic
subsonic
am I broken?
or hoping?
or even open
to you?

the art I create is the life that I live is the hope that I give where foundations unsteady tip over and break the illusions that hold us the possessions that own us and you know you know this

I
Am
historically crazy and unconscious
unresponsive
is it stealing?
revealing?
or kneeling
to find truth?

I
Am
historically crazy and despondent
sardonic
will I chase it?
or face it?
erase it
and fall through?

the life I create with the art that I hate with the heart that I break where unsteady foundations cause me to stumble and fall through the life I forestall the obsessions that build me I hide from all

Legacy

"Legacy"

Transgressing
Minute by minute
Every hour of the day
In cognitive dissonance
What I believe
How I behave
Hard drawn lines
Smudged grey with compromise
Living, breathing
While shedding reptilian skins
Searching for another fruit
To hasten my decay
Street sounds
Howling desert winds
Machine gun fire
Forms in triplicate
Cigarette butts tossed in styrofoam cups
Gathered in plastic grocery bags
And stacked high before museum doors
Vegetable mutation
Meat suicide
Morphine pumps
Sugar highs
Lollipop sins & whiskey repentance
Birds falling mid-air
Ashamed of their flight
Close the door behind you, dear
It feels dead outside
I left this for you, my chld
A legacy of indifference.,

Thump

I hope you hate this poem
I hope it sticks in your mind like flypaper
And that its lack of formal structure
Gnaws at you like restless legs in a sleepless night
I hope you wake with this verse in your mind
Tumbling over and over monotonously
The thump of a forgotten cellphone
Tumbling around in the clothes dryer
Thump
Intruding upon your thoughts
Thump
Try to not think of this thump
As you go throughout your day
As you search for your car keys
Thump
Try to forget this poem, thump 
It's only symbols on a page
That thump around your head
Like the hours you count desperate
Until work is finally over
Thump 
I hope you hate this poem
And the hand that wrote it
And bang your head against the wall
Thump
 Thump
  Thump

Something More, Beyond Words

I wandered through the ashes
Of all that I had burned
Kind words felt like curses
From the wages I had earned.
We may be made of stars
But scars are a better suit
In the distance, someone
Who understood this truth.

I walked among the faces
Of a dying proud wasteland
Love's words breathing as
We stumbled hand in hand.
No room for the sentimental
With wolves near the door
They ask a pound of flesh
But I know they want more.

But, I'll stand my ground here
Take my life but never love
I'll fight to my death and
Poison you with my blood.
But it was much too late
With the spirit of gentle dove
I found myself quite changed
By what saccrifice had done.

It was love that saw my pain
It was love that took my name
It was love that drew my art
It was love that that bound my heart
It was love endured my hate
It was love laughing at my shame
It was love mapped my course
It was love, or something more...

Something more,
Beyond words
That lives past death
And all that's worse.

A Play of Words and Action

Out of two was one
In a moment unchosen
Out of darkness blind
Into a soul unfrozen
And once being known
In the presence of light
There's only one question
But I can't ask 'why?'

Because I don't get to know
Just wander on stage blind
It all seems so improvised
I don't get to know, just
Stare dumbly into the phone
Just words not truth or lies.

I searched out shadows
A place to hide ignorance
I built a character to show
The scale of my indifference
I wandered into different sets
Put on different clothes
I parroted some new words
Kept my head always low

But I still I don't get to know
Just wander on stage blind
It all seems so improvised
I don't get to know, just
Stare dumbly up at drones
Just words not truth or lies.

Once more two made one
In a moment of intention
This is how it goes on
In acceptable convention
And once seeing unknown
Biological invention
So the word on her lips
But I dare not mention...

You won't get to know
You'll wander the world alone
Among symbols and science
Still you will never know
Even balanced equations
Are words not truth or lies.

And after all, it's only living
Your worst is still your best
Because you'll never know 'why'
Instead of nothing you exist. 

paying for attention

the darkness out there
just outside and out of view
of unknown depth and dimension
i might reach out and touch it
but the weak electromagnetic force
prevents this farce
across space
across time
lives carried like crabs in a bucket
each one seething with trapped hatred
drunken or wishing to be so
lost in conversations to be forgotten before the cab fare is paid
no one is paying attention
paying attention
the cost of attention
the price of attending to the moment
the work required of being here now
when i could be somewhere else
some other time
right now the past
right now the future
and reaching toward
the darkness out there