Old Scratch

the unwanted hair

at the bottom of the screen

as the credits roll

and they file out to go home

barley seen.

Own Right Hand

I beg don't leave me
men and women
because then I would have to be
in the presence of angels


I beg don't leave me angels
good and evil
because then I would be left with . . .


who would hear if not human ears my prayer?
are you sitting up front?
I beg don't leave me here
to talk to . . . 


if not in the tongues of angels
and they had left
who would listen to my prayer?


Men and Women I plead don't leave
for then angels would take your place
good and evil spiritual beings
my nephesh cherubs
don't leave me
you are my source of strength
for who would say
that was a mighty prayer and speech
if you were to leave?


Where is this treasure
of secret things
in relation to others
who praise mighty men
on appearances
I'm just flesh
don't leave me in the presence of . . .


The Redeemer.

Bomb the City

This architecture
is emotional
finding joy in that
love
anger
hatred
jealousy
no sympathy for the makers of maps with borders

This architecture
is written with
memetical accompaniment
writhed in secret center
like a serpent through time
leviathan of the deep sea
like a worm in the apple
of atomic seed
wall fallen like descension little time left pissed

Gates of the graveyard no consideration
to time left unmoved
just as the gates of the city
where in flesh dust
molten harden keeps them open
seeing no sun or moon
in darkness they dwell
'till lightening and thunder
a simple key to carboniferous sealed under the sea
gushing

Peace and safety
they sayin' no disaster
smile for the camera
cause inside your weeping for lost history
that city will be killed
by lions teeth
harming nothing green
golden fleece seen
homecoming
bearded trees
herding
warring hypocricy
but not the kind worthy of sacred impudence
because that sees divinity
in harsh inherited inequality
of hand me down architectural boombasticy.

Get Off that Rocking Horse and Come to Dinner!

Come along with me
woe, woe, woe
this horse is not stopping
squeaking back and forth
metal springs amplify
this boy is angry
and life is short
he screams on his lungs top
all this is fun
Come along with me
this land is done
woe, woe, woe
this horse ain't stoppin'
I think it's my daiedy

oops, did I spill that wrong
out like blood the guts of ancient history
so many beauitful flowers
Come

my love you have chosen fantasy
don't make me pull rank
reaping what I've sown
he did it it wasn't little old me
blame the angel
on horse with sickle screaming
what you see is a mock up
dribbled down through history
importance placed on his return
theivery

whoops breath the smog
catch the fire
bullets for my degree
stress this enough
all is for fun
I have destroyed dreams
and cities and worlds
beyond what these men
try to accomplish
come

squeaking like a boulder of rhythm
pulsing to penetrate
to implant love
don't make me pull rank
I am angry
woe, woe, woe
this horse is not stopping
is right hand sitting
actively storing treasures
beyond human measuring
and belly laughter
when ashes to ashes
and kings have seen
the hallway trodden down
a mere child making mighty men fall before his feet
dread
my love you have chosen fantasy
and made me me
wonder all you can
your worlds are vainity
this is the judgment
now live to eternity
torture us now if you can
this rocking horse
are you a fan?

The desolation of reality
but given glory beyond humanity
the spark coming round
before as he concieved
poke your head out
don't drown in the sea
keep your balance mighty men
whoops
laughter
die in harm again and again
you are coming with me
for look behold
I live again
and children I am ANGRY.

Plea Bargain

She falls in her knees
and weeps for her equality
sayin':
"I had not asked for this-
take it away from me."

And wisdom reply:
"This is the gift I had given
it cannot be refused
for it is sodden
solid and hewn from diamond."

And she begs for mercy
still and this knowledge to be forgotten
and her master had said things
that don't sit well with her
bitter in her stomach
so sweet on his lips.

Stand in equality
for he battles with you
and you cannot weaken him
for in a place hard to reach he sits
and you know his name
kiss the son
his anger flares.

His jealousy is like a thousand stars exploding
and his voice washes away hundres of thousands of armies
and their false imaginings against him
solid he is and in compromising him
he falls back to positions
that wipe out even the perfect one
for he is judge
and can endure all things
he is good.

So she begs
in fantasy singing
imagining he lost his battle
but in that place
the torment rises
in joyous knowledge never to be surpassed
begging for grace already attained
and continuoslty she hears a voice say
"come with me
for for eternity already have you been."