Woody Woodpecker's for Kids; Drinking's for Adults

Seared in mind
her sweet sardony
for what a brick wall verbal communication can be.

Diverted eyes so seemingly shy
and the rain man comes hard
down outside

floating in ecstasy
not one single solitary touch
no word nor crutch
no law
no bane
tin trinket left to be washed
in rubber tires
and high water

scratch for another rain to wash away
woodpecked burnt in a cartoon fire
banging the pure yellow birch left tears
ha ha ha ha ha.

The Hunter

The hunter at zenith position
rearrangment of alpha condition
the sword shines bright this night

secret ephemeral admirers
favoritism and hidden punishment
a small kiss enflaming desire

then gone to weep crying in the night
tearing arrows from heart again
in this month the hunter shows face

keeping tabs imagination wild after her
voracious beyond measure
wishing to fill the chasm she left

Orion chases lunacy wounded heart crys
in nights of lust he tells her so
only he'll try
harder to break code
falling back to conformity
the clock bought at auction clicks
out of sync with tears dripping in kitchen sinks
the faucet needs a new washer

give me more triplet breaths
cannot take much more of this
heard his laugh tonight

the wolf prowls the borders
which sheep's heart will he feast
no need even for physical touch

these triplets these duplicates
watered down for common eyes
secret esoteric wild eyes

the pack is busy finding cologne for to cure Alpha's breath
he is overhead
meat season
stored bread
hope he doesn't drop the sword
falling from heaven so high.

Horseless Flying Dinosaurs Compressed for Superman's Diamond Ring Pop Top Can: Hold Her

The wings of the locusts
sound eerily like rubber on the road
and the fields they consume
are black gold

Armored horses for battle
smiling grating teeth
dressed up like women
shiny sparkling vests

Abandon
harm nothing green
and weeds grow back
quicker than man made chemicals
with triple letters making simpler
doctorates applaude
afflicted and noble
no hemlock
no tree
no kryptonite
Only nusery rhymes
in stead of a really thick book
with really thin pages:

I am the Butcher
I am the Baker
I am the Candlestick Maker.
crucifix breaker
flown away tempter
keeper of keys
look at the smoke stacks
reving engines in the streets
howling abyss souls tortured over and under pass
slaves crys revealed
hollow terror in empty cargo
heart of man machine
smile on the cusp of something
Wonderful.

This Chain (Lyrical version)

This chain anchors me
to the ground
this heavy thing attached to me

but I am not about to leave
I pull I tug I egnore
somebody tell me when this master
gonna cut
this chain

free.

This Chain (Written: October 21, 1999)

This chain anchors me
to the ground
this heavy thing attached
to one end
is what keeps me here
I'm free to move about
but I'm not about to leave
pull and tug
egnore
where is the master that will
cut this chain free?
If he has any compassion
he will allow me to
go free
while I'm still anchored to the ground

The Temple (Written November 2008)

There are no guardians
of the temple pure
it cannot be defiled
it cannot be plundered
entered?

A man of lawlessness
a man of riches
dare not go near
because of the ugliness
and the ruin that appears
at the very thought of it.

Covered in trees
roots hold its ceilings up
and the surplus water
enters through cracks above
like fountains providing sustenance
to the fools within.

The trees are crooked and twisted
The ceiling arched like heaven
(the dwelling place of Orion)
The rain acidic in its simplicity
And the cracks strengthen its solidness
so only fools see home here.

There are no guardians
because the priests roam
and those not seeking them
cannot make them out
cannot call them out
even in morning reflections
prepared for the day.

And those seeking them
destroy innocence to get to them
because at the center there is only one.

And the guardians say:
“Thou shall not enter!”
And they don’t.

And even the King says you cannot enter
but his offspring do
because blessed are their hearts.

Unannounced Visit- at least very short notice- {(Prophecy Written: June 14, 2000) titled presently}

The clock ticks in the artificial
world of man's mind
you prove to me beyond this you see
and we will talk again in time

Ignition (Written: June 6, 1991)

I felt the heat go through my skin
Into me, Into my mind, Into my heart
direct hit, with no aim
no aim to please at all
no effort to change, no attempt to try
but the goal was achieved.
Placed inside with the speed of light
implanted to grow, hopefully, forever
Hopefully soon
that will not happen again
because the 1st is over
but some more confrontation
look satisfying to me.

Forgotten Friday

Papers left in ink
dusty time covers over
opened one last time by windy
paradasical lingering washing fossils forming
some new idea
in old written things

Unable to Do Business Here

Hard stun chin blow
heel hand flat nose
take down giant
solid center skull
send horde running
one stone.

New moves dancing
city of dead
beautiful art
danger-self-defense
anger protects
selecting kin
no givsies backsies
madhatter

that seeing beaking
starving
Ronald is an evil clown
and the children
go on dancing
who will shepard them?

Triple combo
less than three seconds
Goliath dead
crowd cheering for more info!

Dry Deals

We survive
in desert draining life
sun beats down
empty cup

dig search
own urine
conserve sweat
weather beaten

someone comes
with fresh spring water
or power in wisdom
finds a source
self

we survive
and we pass
when time is right