If crying is....

if tears are made by sunshine

i cry a dripping rainbow

bright as school bus dayglow paint in marry pranks

i carry dense angst

head arranged to carry dead weight

ghosts on my shoulders

and a specter can be heavy as granite boulder

abercrombie models sell sex to touchy teens

run amongst foggy dreams where players of the game hardly know their team

hardly pardon beings unaware of what is inside

the sunrise told me to climb and sunset encouraged a dive

i'm like floating in time

holding dino DNA inside veins sewed by three lines the old, young, and middle aged

soul plunged feet first train ride inifinite

plus beyond is mindset when bomb circles rotate

left a burner blessing heavens gates plus paid extra for the montannah

charged cortex at vortex rip in space and absorbed anti-mana

totipotent

i figure 8 motions

thats 4 pairs coastin'

and one end that equals one start

kids quick to E like mart in bart simpson dimensions

i hung from spiderwebs inventions churning to burst my legend

kinda' rigged the message 'cross stars blinking above peasants

and that light pollution's beautiful from outside

shut if off

so we can see clearly who's lurking in the outer dark

2012 spell air born like the swine flue

each comic component meant to keep us chewing our nails until we reach skin

eat your fingers

sleep lingers if you have been

i want my ribbons to sail on a frail mother earth lip texture soft and warm like california and feel better

but I miss her

misery cutting my mood with ice scissors

this cut and paste reaction method hardly filled the fissure

marley told me how to not cry but times are tough

teenager first love creator disaster itching brush

pastor's kiss a shoe up above then shine their eyes

my polished beat lunge toward the keyhole scheme then twister punch liars

michael minus the myers

singing like ancient whales

valor like blackbeard plus fungus bow and ripped sails

Sexorcism

He calls she a lover but keeps his drawer stocked with condom wraps

she screams his name often but her voice often cracks

he says she's the answer to a puzzle piece he's missing

she believes they're two of one him but self-portraits aren't that interesting

she lets him hit from the back cause sex is formed from porno acts

loud enough to break an egg inside her body clock has changed

she rummages through letter page of better days nostalgia straining legs to make a V

like free love was ever about peace

most these intellectual hypersexuals make me queasy

fucking for deep reasons don't kid me kids, you're mind is easy

and i tried to buck fast

sweat self-respect out both hands

lifted skirt and ski down melting regions gripping sweaty fat

wetness darkens clothing casting shadows on your self control

autopilot zombie dance hypnotic music guiding goals

mono silence idle hands take hold of head and drain your soul

hands around her back

you're living in a jail

hands upon her ass-cheeks

drinking holy grail

one-track ram rod

lightning quick slip,

read her clit like brail, the words were dirty useless

male love placing bets for pussy flip, head or tail

living in the loopholes spinning figure 8's ego frail

spread legs spread disease

spread it on like mint condom condiments

odds are actions governed by ale rations hence the stagnant passion

trails of semen fail to stick to one night stand-in's

you didn't write the tune only played another's jammin'

calling out you players stuck in video game descriptions

l cracked her codes plugged components in and ran deception scripts

"Who's at my door?"

they rang me twice rung out my skin of lube and slime

screamed a fuck me harder like a martyr masochistic

pass the passed out drunk fuck victim leaking a pale jism

he doesn't care about his adrenaline addiction

just suck it like you haven't drank in months, the drunk's the mission

loud enough to shatter another silly egg

he'll box you in the box, just a boxer puppy humping legs

my thoughts been thumpin' ultra bass

suppressed like bottled teenage angst

quest to wreck the modern age of shallow sexual interplay

he calls she a lover but keeps his head filled with phony shit

she sings his name like record crisp but her voice often skips

the percussion of them thrustin' sounds like a lonely soul clapping

music for blue kids, the only song is satisfaction

the penis hypodermic needle prepped for conception

no wonder they get veins pumpin' thick before injection

you're an addict and at again

you're an addict and you're at it again

you're a sex addict and you're at it again

you're an addict and all you needed

were real friends

Water Park

Water Park

I want to build a garden of water

blue and seafoam green

run through obstacles with my eyes sewed

with multicolored string

and meet my lady in a web of flowers

strung over the vortex of a wave

where I will

script the programs

clean the dishes

eat the stories

spit my glitter

I want to build a garden of water

to grow this garden of water bigger

Ripples

My lake was once calm as zombie mothers watching television

not one monster stirred beneath the black mirror

I would cast my line

and pull out ornaments

they are already hanging on a tree of life

My lake was once calm as a father who has let his family down

not one child saw themselves and drowned

I would cast my line

and pull out broken condoms

the ripples are already kissing my feet.

My Leaf

I am an autumn leaf, dry and loud when stepped on. blazing bomb like napalm in 60's vietnam. santa clause shoved a present down a peasant throat present the choking children growing underwater tradition soaked. think tank. they rearrange brain lanes to one-way. see straight. mainframe caught glimpses of infinite. got coal in my stalkings, put them on and started walking. Fire bless each step with breath and bleach the earth of the poisonous. been writing since the tired kids got toys of electric mess for christmas. scheme for television dreams and phony wiring. Holding misers in my inscissors chewing out and smiling. hack the networks pirating a song of life compiling. Kids can hardly focus. Swarm piety folk like locusts. Tie hands to roots, my life the caboose energy locomotive of symmetry now I blow my horn to startle teens afraid of life outside a flat screen. All hail the ash king. Drunk off cow blood. Stinking mounds trickle down guts to meat heads. Free head in drunk beds see men pump seamen like seamen saving ships, buckets of liquid over the deck. Or was it dick? One noun begged a big difference. And I is a small world with a huge poetic hit list. Logistics fit physics literally key in lock seed in dirt, caged bird, heart shell, hatch and fly. sew hands together and patch bags on eyes. floating down a current of wind water and why? the questions burn midnight till fire alarms ignite. my metal tea kettle scream poetry like starlit whales sail songs into violet night while humans strangle nightingales. My day wrapped in distortion cause the way that i've been force fed and the feds chew the food before spitting it back at your head. How many times will I hold a peace sign that isn't literal and hope kids catch subliminal symbols and find their inner spiritual? Intelligence won't solve anything and that's a fact. So stop trying to be smart and start learning how to act. I'm a winter snowflake put me on your tongue and hydrate. soak my lips in paint to kiss this canvas until your mind shakes the can try your own graff. thimble on my thumb when sewing symbols. fickle generals weave missiles but my armor's made of mythril. don't mistake my mental kingdom as a citadel. and the teachers looked disgusted like inhaling smoke was killing self. well i know the earth while professionals know database and memorization and I still don't know myself enough to live my life basic. Ima' be complex shaking head while others bow. Alone amongst a crowd standing up as they all fall down. One by one means two and in between, birth of trinity. Hands blue and optics redeye jedi force for imagery.

Dead Ringer

Dead Ringer

I once tried to not sit by the phone waiting for you to call

that same blue night

I was strangled by a chord-less phone

and ambushed by text messages

each a tiny needle wheedling into fingers

I once tried to not cry when I saw you walking to class

that same pink day

I was ambushed by compliments

none of them for me

each a tiny needle wheedling into fingers

I once tried to dial without staring at the lights of my cell

and feeling like a sucker

for being convinced they meant anything real.

Tortilla

How many wrinkled fingers

wrapped a sunny corn tortilla

while the others gossip and drink

you folded origami grain

and warmed anxious plates.