A Stark Cold Hotel Room

There is a melted hole in my pack
from a fire one day
and I blamed
but denied
fault

so sweet
I'll sew this hole
to keep the rain out
but the one in my heart
is a voracious singularity devouring everything

even healed as much as I'd hoped
and the blame is the same
so sweet
so smart
any other way there would be no plumes
on either end to view
so no blame falls
on edge of horizon
dancing
barefoot
the heal of heals
and in the midst of overwhelming happines
the predator strikes
come back to life
death at the falls
and one gone over

Punched the heart
now beat forevermore.

The Next I Must Meet

After so many years
the dreams are still real
a curse with what I feel
my love wounds never heal
my scent would bring you down
and you'd laugh at how I clown
and you'd scream
I mean

you'd come when I call
but your power holds me
they are everywhere
I'd love them all

and in bed
I say you said
our lips would die a cause
entangled forevermore
any lid my eyes see through
red yellow and blue
is it wrong
how much I miss you?

Am I sick for still holding on
to every love passed through my door
my heart can barely take this much
and I invite more to come
one by one they are ripped away
maybe someday
someday

roll the dice in the hay
my back is tight
succumb to my scent
love

this dream cannot be spoken
written this is proof enough
my love you will always be
yes you
and you too

this is so corney
but this dream never fades
I will love you all forever
so this I must bare
cause ownership
you all find unworthy of me
and alone I sit
so wonderful and sweet
here comes the next I must meet.

Hungry to Swallow Death

Beware of the Mountain Lion
fear the Wolf
There are more packs of cigarettes
more pride in politics
spirits of the wild slaughtered
are strong in profits of cattle
the sheep are safe
Earth's balance is great
and Heaven's vengence Irate.

The Reject

He says: Come!
and spend time with me
they treat me like a reject
like a mystery
some stuffy old jealous meanie


He says: Come!
and spend time with me
sing timmy
I'm lonely.


I says: ain't no mystery
need and practice spirituality
sing to me maker of chords
think with me maker of myths
find joy in vehemency
see what I made formality
be vanity.


He says: Come!
spend time with me
they don't believe in me.


I says: so it was made me
I spend time with me
no reject
no formality
make it be for every me.


He says: so it be
But I am first
and I am last
Come! spend time with me.


We will make the wonder of dreams be.