Lion Tamer

Circus in session
look the spectacle
dropped chair
lost whip
but the lions jaws will tear
cover loins for domestication
cowboy reign over soon
and who are they
who remove
posted
sign?

Tried On

Whispered into the changing room
glistening diamond heart
slow removal
sword
nailed
sponge offered drugged
why have you forsaken me?

a few days absent
body missing
resurrection wound apparent
mind opened to truth
used flesh
DON'T FIT

Giants Roam
Shadow Men
Prophecy
Fulfilled
Shallow Snow
Midday
Opposes
Free Will
Children Forever
Ahab
Peg Leg
Stern
Here
Watch
Tobacco Burn
Gaurantee
Sorry
Apology
Many Words Left
Shhhhhhh

Daily Shadow Healing

Daily
the local Medicine Man
calls me to the shadows
to weep and moan this moon

there he prepares fires
to cauterize my wound

with chants to the effect:

see no more
in everything the cause of your woe
four walls have been thrown up
and there is no way to know
bring the body to the pyre
burn her-- she is dead.

Think in fondness of memories
listen for the voice
ponder an unfilled cup
and filled at the crow's caw
small nests in crevices
hadn't always been seen
hatred anger jealousy
small emotions
fluttering
burnt in fire

as I flail and flip
in convulsions
he holds the red stick firm
that glows searing flesh
Over Man!
he says-
hate your love no more
see! everywhere
the darkness pass

and as I reach to take a sip
it overflows upon my lips
to quench my thirst it drips
down my arms in rivers
upon my hands like words
trickle down my beard
this drink is cool but absurd
to never see green light again
I laugh at Alice everywhere
and calm her death from here
I contemplate resurrection simple
affectionate memories
jealousy could not kill

as I leave some tobacco
for the Shaman who heals
I walk away
and he flaps away
like bats on my heels
saying:

Over Man remember
just a man
Beware the eve
woman is woman
see them everywhere!
savor them
in every flavor
in every season
but Love the dead
cause they bury each other
and he laughs again
coinciding with my own

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

Who Are You?

I am not the worm
I am not the corpse
I am the false dream
that occured to the worm
in dissappointment
of the bad taste of God's reality
and lingered on after the fact
to be the cause of the badness
humanity
welcome to the gate
enter through me

Wonder of Wonders

Level Skipper

No wheels
two wheels
four wheels
two feet
10 fingers

pick choose
one man-one woman
till the end

fantasy complete
fuck up
forgive
pull up a seat
daughter of Jah
if you must

Boom Last Shot from Dream

Tiny trinkets
easily hidden
immediatley after battle
the foot soldiers horde
for themselves
from tryrannical eyes
to repay themselves
for having unpatriotic
dreams of overthrowing the government
that they are too weak to carryout
now smile
cheer and be polite
political animal
accept your goods
your fate
day to day
join the spoil of Kings
and now and then
remember the tiny precious ring
you hold in your bowels
you cannot remove.

I Am

I Am not who I say
I Am not who I Am
I Am not what I want
I Am not what I do
I Am that I Am
only a baby father

Chapter a Day

Halatosis
floss

Halt disease
stop your sneeze

selah
say what?

Name the dark black book collected dust
Bright Morning Star
never gets to dawn
like Moses
looking on
the appendages of the sea creature
church yard's words come to pass
on youth writing
not a snail
or printers pace
but like unheard of light
the widow charges its prey
caught in its web