Be Bees

A boy and his gun
play acting at gangsta
but in the old miller's gorge
he's just a joker
seeking profit and love.

Notes fly past all the eons
and powers scramble
to harass and harden
the face of the piper pure
and waves of decisions
decieving his visions
commanding his chains be loosed
he walks at the voices
on planks feeling joyous
jumping to waters with life enfused.

But as the trigger is pulled
blanks fly forward
not even moving air
minding baroque written stars
he packs up and hides 'till the coast is clear.

Unkempt Cemetery

Headstone words weathered away
trees fallen in growth again
leaves layered
mushrooms gather in
hallowed television casings
showing plastic flowers still
clinging to life
the chaotical border unherded
knockings of woodpeckers
treating two by fours
ending at rusted nails...

(even at this snails pace
seen is her face
where twisted tears were wiped
from this life and strife)

...and in the proteins and minerals
spirits of chains commanded
for pleasures locked up and away
stay! -- stay!! -- stay!!!

Un-holy fallacy
embalmed for money
basket case
casket race
stones bigger than the jones.

Here lies
lives of men
and the women under them
as soils layer
harden and decay
deposited are rains
with base behaviors
perpetuated
underrated and raped
definitions of persons
rights and picket fences
for horses with no heads.

The clock strikes Cuckoo
and the eggs fall
and shatter
in a dump
a heap
never to become living
but the unkempt cemetery bursts forth into life.

only I in this mirror

For do on I want to write a song
that will reign for some time to come
in all the petty bickering
taking place at my toes.

But it would be too easy
cause the life we live is cheesy
and these rhymes
ain't worth a dime...

foes & fees & fines & fumbled balls
occupying the mind of all sapiens woes
a pile of wisdom in papyrus
here we go on & on & these rhymes abstract us.

The shallow puddle has muddied my shoes
and there ain't no water gettin' any cleaner
no no clearer in the ways of sunshine shining
properly at right angles.

Sow the furnace the fire
fluid abstract super heated particles some say
little green men with rabbit ears
but only I in this mirror.