1-2-3

I step to the james wilkes booth and drizzle magma fellowship
patsty lee harvey then jack ruby the evidence
paper presence suckle precipice imminent
silk raspberry milk
craft shiny sirens
pick caterpillars off my kids and breed hybrids
breathing this island in from my expression
the pain, the scar, the lesson
the name, date, ascension
the time for me to leave is coming soon
what did it feel like before the knowledge set in?
I'll never know so I do wop do doo
1-2-3 on this a b c
ain't much else of here left within me
the night I cried inside you I knew of dignity
now alone I strain to map lost divinity
the one's who can't see seem ghostly beings
so a sun's soul seeps into cold crooked creeks
the month page unfolded was December 15th
half man half animal meat chewing fiend
my palms will bleed deep red before this shit is done
with no book in my hand I cook rope, puns, and mud
the flood combust tornado thunder light nights for love
obama's like your 4th wicks, probably a dud
the monitor conformed to social networking hubs
we search for the fuck
we google the dove
constrained by our touch
images aint the same
a girl that truly loves me more than dream games
my mind's in tune with budspeech flower autumn braids
this the clone turn motherplant purely off sunrays
but now i'm ridin' in on a waterfall trail
manning skateboard horse raining napalm hail
homies till dust ashes choked and burned up
when I die grow a willow at the spot our thoughts gushed
pillow talk is easy, the muffle hides us
speak child speak
leave the fuck and make love
we've been saying it for thousands
i'll say it once again
he who quotes only He sees with a dirty lens
i ain't a whore so don't give a fuck
it's She that raised churns the ocean
concerned nonetheless with your hopeless fit for focus
life's like gardens wilt cause your head ain't lit the lamps
so i projected butterfly shadows with my hand's flutter scratch
the mind intact unraveled, psychotic and logic to bone
composite of carbon to clone
obsidian idiom coat
the desert shine quench mirage envelope role players till the cotton clogs squealing hog meat in the eat theatre
paranoia got me infared eye terminator scan report, think, plan, wax,

We Wear The Mask

I fly high a lot
so i guess technically i'm wingin' it
burning mental demon grip on brain transmission sequences
they pray on proud people
I see all-mission feeble pencil stenciled easel etches on unequal signal stretches
your inner god is out
kinda' looks like a skeleton
the fins flap in my mouth
swimming in my well again
seldom can the thirst be quenched
holding onto negligence
like lemonade tongue tangerine lunge spraying water elements
the rain must fall goliath
the peasant must defeat it
complain not out of ice spite
your cold fear is the root of weakness
judge me at those glass gates reflecting the burning face of heaven
holding spears aflame for legends to live in infamous flame for essence
the message isn't the rhyme, the rhyme is like the motion
the motion's like the ocean and well it reflects the opened
i noticed you're looking hopeless
and stopped by to open the curtains
there ain't reason in living furnished yet we cushion our every burden
one day the holes engulf both man woman molds
and we'll strive to recreate what we once were, ain't that a joke
i'm all afloat on tree canoes while floosies ruting boo the mood
my friends all true as blue will move
lets river stream this poisoned you
ey rap is sacred but also a plague
understand us mc's play self-destructive games
that's why the thieves will die before my verse is done day
blood ribbons wrapping prism in poisonous organisms venomous diction constrict first than sink teeth in
multi-flare demon pixelite spark speedin'
fuck an anti-rhyme scheme I don't think about it even
i'm off my rocking chair
I cough a lot and stair
ensnared, impaired, concerned, override system...burst
the tide must immerse
inside must emerge
strangelove
is
cursed
with these
holes
in his head
so build me a web
that I can sleep in
and i'll burn it
all down
within a weekend

The Rules

1. Drink more water.
2. Get less sleep.
3. Burn shit.

Carousels

I fell in love with the fairest of them all
on an uneven carousel spinning cotton candy web galaxies
a perfect woman floated across the fairgrounds recycling sunshine honey in her mothership
your tractor beams are fishing lines
my lips are bleeding green for you
I folded dove wings over cups of tea trying to end war
yanking these hooks out is like calling an air strike in the dead of the night
your middlegroundpoundcake sounds like earthquake drum solo's
my tastebuds my tongueblooms my lungs collapse beneath the foliage
Have you ever re-evolved on the carousel of light?
I'm wearing a paper hat, on a paper boat, with paper weights zig-zagging beta fish
and the clouds of smoke were really magic tricks by underwater sand magicians
I'm counting clouds while you count sheep
and I sleep with three eyes open so the moon waters my iris flowers
when you wake me on dead nights you are usually drunk
the police raided my house to tell me your phone was a breathilizer
somewhere a pyramid is wobbling and a dominion is sturdy
and I fell in love with the fairest of them all
on my canvas i drip tongue molasses sweet slow silky swirling slopes sliding secretly in silence
there isn't S on a chest that does not rise and fall with breath
no baby I know your smile is crooked as stockton highways
I stepped on a crack and broke my mothers back with the weight of straightening my life out
and each line I tug yanks spinal chords from your confetti factory
your handy tree branches grip my voicebox cutter
and I can only channel some grim prophecy to bleak speaker ashes
when you plummet I feel strange like i'm missing out on a sweet fall from the sky
I get high because I promised my mom I'd be an astronaut when I was 11
my cannabis children grow skinny when I'm gone
drink my darling infants
for the fruit of the callas is water on wooden tongues
and I fell in love with the fair
in the funnel cake tunnel smelling churro flower stems
laughing blind in funny mirrors at our distorted forms
will you find yourself in reflections
or continue to contort?

Drips

She smiled bubbelgum sunsets
sticky slates of pink snow slipping off her slender slopes slithering up my skull
blood rushing, tongue tingling
heat shimmering mirage woman dancing heatwave water bottles in a cottonmouth dessert
the drips
are like black widow belly red snowflakes floating slowly
cradled in my tongue the blood dots paint abstractions
this my graffiti slicer light saber bleak streaker contraption
holding onto your peach bleached my hands sweet clear and clean
sweep my feet away again darling starlet
on cold nights I can imagine voices screaming
and if you think i'm crazy about you
then this poem is a straight jacket
i hope you feel warm and sane
her lips are plush hazel maple lemon brush angles
eyes like Phoenix sneezes frozen bursting in utter darkness
she drips
like solitary bedroom monsoons
I wish you knew how much I love you
beneath the downpourage suppers she glittered crystal sickles
then harvested my knotted stomach cuts into her body
it still confuses me
the way she never felt the same
so i've come to these last pages to embrace a dying nebula
and in the starlight of the rotting
in the sunset of the smog
when we're finally so open
our insides hit the floor
i hope you save that juicy splatter somewhere deep inside your fabric
because somewhere in my journey
you hold an important place
she smiled candycane redwood white oak glowing rows
rainbow willow tendrils
and roots in pure gold
but her eyes
her eyes
were black holes
center
galaxies
wrapped around
molecules
atoms
figments
of my
head
and body
chemicals
drip
drip
drip

InHerNet

You let me plug into you and download anything I want

The slow speed left me in you all day and tied up phone lines all night

You showed me anything I desired

Your light is blue

And you connect me with everything

Us disconnecting sucks, like it megabytes

And my facebook is bound in strands of your hair with pages of human skin

When you upload your new life my eyes well up with crystal clear waterfalls of data

So why have I forgotten the password to your heart?

Us disconnecting

Unplugged my home signal

And now I’m lost in riddles and computer language translations

You are an electric God

And I worship our oneness

Even if it means disconnecting us from the rest of the world

And turning pale in the silver glow of the one mind

You let me run the deepest programs in the mainframe of your memory

And when we made love your software had a hard drive I can’t forget

You connect me with all there is

You are the root plugs and the electric soil

I need you to exist

Without the inhernet

I can’t connect

So where do I go now?

My search engine sputters nightly and soon it’ll break down for good

Even if it means sore muscles in keyboard fingers I’ll sing through your speakers

I’m pulling out each blue tooth with the back of a rusty hammer

So my mouth becomes a gateway to red swamps

Taste my poison apple eye pod of lust desire saliva

I lost the why fire long ago

And don’t ask why you have sex with meaningless people

Or why you throw up at mannequin parties

And visit my bedside as a ghost

To hum your steady whir of energy

You’re a black widow in a ripped website

And I’m writing the script to your romance film

If my space had a star like you I could sing infinite gigs

But this movie was pirated

Just like everything else you give

You let me plug in and download anything I needed

Souls should be priceless

Thank you for pure freedom

So where do I go now?

These hands hold us together

Fingertips are blinking red and

Tears broke my router again

I need the lights to become green so I can one day grow another garden

But what’s an island of fruit trees

If old models die monthly

There are windows into us written on walls and profiles

I use a logitechnique to convince myself I can live without you

Will I ever find another lover that accepts every fault possible?

And babies me like a motherboard?

Phantombs

one of these nights

when your ghost visits my bed

i'll tell you I love you and really mean it

and watch you become real again

a ghost visits my room on weekended nights

whispering childhood into my itching ears

when the dead touch my lips

these coffins emit you

letters buried in shoeboxes burn in my igloo

one of these mornings

when I wake to a silent house

i'll pretend you woke me up with a phone call

and speak in tongues

remember 2 am in brookside making love naked near so many rich people?

I fantasize about such glory in the future....

now I am a medium -a link to another world

digging shadow lakes for ruby pearls and purrs from girls

one of these nights

when your ghost visits my bed

i'll kiss your lips and really mean it

and watch you come back to life

only I see you as you are

are you a reflection of myself?

Am I alive anymore?

When will I be born again?

Syruhp

You are an amber lodged in rock

The flaring feathers of Phoenix birds

the tongue of a volcano

the gentle fingers of the sun

I look into your eyes and see infinite portals

you spin my light kaleidoscope gallery of galaxies

I squint to face aeons of your floating figure seance

a purple pulse glimmers in the bottom of hope oceans

you got a spell on me like a quote tattoo

You are a shiny new penny on the floors of dormant igloos

chromatic painting, watercolor, brush stroke of ships

I see aurora borealis raining down from your lips

beneath a waning moon silver dream shivering eclipse

there is no room for literal compliments

if i'm a metaphoracle, you are my prophetess

I climb mountains of gray bots

and from light years I glimpse fire

You are an amber lodged in rock

I am full of dumb desire

hold this urn of saliva ashes gently pretty penny

the incense inside is scented nag champa for

beautiful endings

cell phone

oh cell phone

you are a talisman of emotions

little magic thought square

aqueous glow so potent

in a cell of phones my hunger grows make words in cyber current flows

get my number so obsession grows home floating woes through pigeonholes

I hold onto an anchor signal dock in streams of silver screens

Each vibration sends a wave of energy tickling nerve endings

talisman light show blue snake eyes blinking back at me

tears tappin' plastic automated thumb ticks

emotional trips quick to vent in dumbdown text scripts

Im smothered by wires I don't know how the networks

im watching children fall asleep next to wireless dreamcatchers

insecurity stitch the beams around my head signal antlers

my head pressed to incredible mental dendrite sender

ear to energy wave colossal stretch rain the rendered

pressed

connecting bits of pressure compressing vectors of pent up stress

infect

my mind SIM mutilated

I joined human registry

soon we lose roots in tongue and speak telephonetically

discordless angst portions make morbid tears in face platelets

attach

you touch screens I touch trees and grow ash like pass that message back

call ended in dead battery I tap my mind wrapped around

hello

hung up by my callher

playing phone chords on guitar

held down by the pickup

oh cellophane reel hook my cinema sweet shame

read your words and made movies in my head to ease pain

i'm catching the nearest metro out to a sprint down lonely lane because

long distance heads need

long distant meds

im deleting numbers again receding unplugging-in

7 digits built in plastic case pray to the cross frames

holy ritualistic bait and suggestive digital fishing games

if the number you are calling is often disconnected

realize you're hung up and dial again this is the operator speaking

disconnect your cingular mind

att n t should be add

this horizon verse verizon

sidekicks ain't hero's

please

listen to my scratch into wax phonographs

listen to my scratch into wax phonographs

signal fading

read my phonographicnovel

can you hear me now? good.

im popping bags of popcorn with a hundred drunk dial rings

where four bars are in service all night and you can watch the strong signals fuckin' SURGE

snorting pick-up lines

saving every quarter and every dime

meet my ghost

my voicemailbox of souls

smell my garden of second thoughts

please pick me up again

i've been on hold for lifetimes

I havn't talked to you in months please answer just once

when the sun beams are drenching me I can't see your screen

and I don't want you to become just another

signal fading

you will never find the inner peace you seek through means of knowledge

in the garden of eaten souls we grow apocalips and speak

old trees shaking limbs saying

knowledge is not power

I see eyes sewed together by a pineal pin pressed deep within the conscious ocean churning resonance

this is my voice of knowledge imploding in on its origin

now hear eternal silence flourish

feel the orbs of warmth pourin'

cut this course of horse corpses and stop learning to die

the dead heads line ink tides reciting martyr cries

mother sister brother's with your sun core's dormant

come home to grow from glow beneath hopeless scarlet oceans

knowledge is not power

the voice is crowding every moment

can you even hear your heart tick in time before explosions?

shake that fear of freedom from your skull gullible one hold soul soluble unfold gold onyxes molecules

knowledge by the bottle sold chemically altered souls

Coughing clouds of clarity in foggy illusions

no wonder light is the darkest of all conclusions

the sun baked blood into bone where knowledge drips

like Huxley said

"You can't get clean rolling around in your own shit"

my physicists on skin bleed a rummage through past circles

I can't stomach the moaning myrtles flooding rest rooms of turtles

knowledge is a symptom for lack of better synonym

i'll cure your mouth with cinnamon tongue flakes dwindling distances

in the garden of beaten wives we hate our dad and fuck his daughter

i crystalized a scroll of ice to break the sword and stab forefathers

I own this berry gathering inhabiting massive fathom seed

intelligents your carcass stinks and sleeps in red magazines

no ledge can stop my skateboard

knowledge conquered by knowledge

like 2+2=foliage while fire stomached the oceans

I barked peace and fleas sucked my everything parched I breathe

trying to cancel balance every unstable epiphany

delete delete deleting me

I's the nomad of no fads chromagnet of clouds

setting fire to paper trying to make ash of water mounds

I have an aluminum cup of blood for Stockton Ginsberg mantra's

and spin corn on the cob web flower bedded thorn dancer steps

fear is the path to knowledge

fear is the asthmagician

the intelligender role

the wise crack in earth's soul

the smart asshole

the measurement of time

the birth of values

the garden of eaten sold

where we grow apacolips and speak to bury a hatchet so sharp the dirt bleeds gold

hop on my arc of star leaves we'll rain trees on red-eyed serpentines

and quantum leap the fuck from spoken tongues to open ancient holy

Eve please don't leave

this fruit is filled with us

Eve I ate a world

that was once made of love

you can still hear the blood drippin' from my tongue

Another poem I wrote for school....

Jesse the Vegetable

Jesse is the color of a rotten tomato

all summer she walks the concrete burner and cooks like sour meat

somehow still walking with feet made of cardboard marquees

and hands sugar-shaking

she strolls upside-down

tap dancing insanely

she blends into blood vessels in my eyes and I blink

she drags a refried cigarette and bags of canned heat

Jesse is a loud mumble clatter

her teeth are broken piano keys

chipping dissonant sonatas

Jesse is the color of a sunrise

she wears the infinite like a sick joke

burned hitchhiking 40 miles from Fresno's dump road

walking on calluses toward toxic oasis

a hazy distance away Mt. Diablo whispers "jump"

Jesse tweeks weak bones

she is the color of a dying light bulb

back in French Camp they know a different girl

a smooth white face in a dead bar

her parents grew a ghost there

only a red body remains

Jesse is the color of beets

beat up and weak

growing still

in the royal light of the valley sun

in a piss stained park bathroom

in the shadow of the Hagen Museum

where a mummy was once on display

Jesse wrestles devils in her stomach that whisper dark secrets

limbs like toothpickaxes kink crooked movements

she is still spoon fed

lighting candles on the levee

drooling on the soil

until she's colored pale wheat

and becomes a weed

those eyes still darting

inside a fortress of ice

a frozen vegetable

a bruised fruit of knowledge

mistakenly taken for ripe and placed in overlooked gardens

her polka-dotted skin jerks in a fit of lost symmetry

and smiles sideways

telling us she is sick by vomiting

and we do nothing

because she is homeless and the color of a beautiful Stockton tomato

rolling down the slants of the South Side freeway

and spattering in front of a 7-11

for all ripe eyes to mourn

Television Remote

I send a beam of energy to resonate in a core

Giving life to lights and audio organs

The power of life in my hand

Clicking numbers and commands

I create this lullaby or friend

Glowing blue deep into the night

Never once has this plastic scepter disobeyed

Flashing Technicolor's of all my own wishing

A rainbow of controll

A flurry of programming

A rubber mouth and a lithium heart

I move and install them all

To let this organic addiction thrive

In the bowels of loneliness

I send a beam of energy

to pucker neurotic lips

kissing pictures on the television

my remote as remote as life gets.

I see children making stories in the sanctuary of their heads

about what they are and how they act

comfortable as a liar lives

the day we open eyes to glimpse reflections they betray

telling us who we are with the voice of a sweet snake

I see children building crutches in the depths of ego and glum

legs snapping into pieces the instant doubt hung

I hold a world buckling beneath a foggy iris

if you think you can't understand

my feet are already touching your ears

Reponse to "Whether you think you can or you think you can't, you are right." -Henry Ford

Nurture

You gasp for help as you drown yourself

and through the bubbles of O2

id hold you spitting water flecks shower cold blue

sparks on your lips and you jump start my wits

electrocution charity

one day will you marry me?

I barely see you scarcely breathe color moments happily

heresy to soul free love under covers

undertoe dragging me across anchor slumbers

you want to move away because the streams are whipping quick

made such a big mess ambitions couldn't clean the worst of it

purse is full of emptiness

lips cracked chapel's

falling from the tree not far from spirit grapples

apples to apples

dust to paint brushes

i blush each time you carve pretty pictures in fall pumpkins

and i'm rushing toward the center point

hearing hushes from the dead noise

clutching onto eyesight to prove my love's alive

your sight for sore guys wondering how to spin the vibes

double dutching DNA spirals, will you play?

life is a game of skate

s

k

a

Teeter each totter

Express the center axel

telling you I love you while burying hatchets is half the battle

thickets in my throat smokey rain forest coals

cook a world raw as cells seen in microscopes

you gasp for water as you drown yourself-respect in words

and through the 2 of we

id hold you seeping red streams of birds

fluttering your darkness

it's the light rays that you harness

mind games sight hanging eyes in a hardship

I gasp for help as my levee lips begin to break

can't hold your hand-shake as long as meaning sweeps it away

I want to nurture you

you gasp for help as you drown yourself

my hands reaching deep inside masterpieces of hell

will you take hold of balance?

you're the coolest being to warm this

I gasp for help as you drown in my love poem moments

Mono Logging

There is a voice inside my tired skull the color of the sun

when I wake I meditate beneath her rays and learn to love

child of ugly cityscape

you make ungrateful seem logical

prodigal daughter of acrylic paints

coloring grace upon your obstacles

There is a hand I yearn to grab

my past is a crying disfigured soul

one day i'll mend the bridges

if you'll criss so we can cross the holes

I want to fit like stockton grins into the niches of your wings

we're cold and I freeze flying

we're cold and I freeze flying

you make excuses for your beauty

how do you thunder humble?

I want to knit you crumbling bits of warmth i've collected in Stockton Summers

There is a girl inside my house

and Im lying in her face

dreaming of my honesty

to keep from scaring her away

you say you get hurt all too easily

and that is beautiful to me

when I paint the panes of society

i will press you to me gently

and kiss your tired eyes

softly humming in your voice

streams of sun color

warm as I am running

fairy of my fantasy

berry of the trees

i tell you that I love you every day

glad no one is listening

I held her like breath

I held her like breath

interlocked our hands just one more time to make our patterns click

i opened the vault like a jewel thief

stole a part of you

thinking this is too much like a movie

I held her like a frail butterfly in a world of glass

everything we do reflects it all

from fix to ash

lonely drunken nights we call each-other animals and respond

cranial regions bond

foreheads pressed together

brain signals syncopated

rain trickles on incubated egg birthing my death

searching for the place where I wept

that street corner in Stockton

at night we collect

I feel my mother breathing and tread soft as not to wake her

careful in my momentary momentum tracers

sold clarity to fakers

life is makin' deals

I deal you trinity plus kings and queens make five on blunted twice plus two and you

I'm peasant cause fuck the brokers

growing my artichoker fumes

challenges met with the calmest of moods

an ocean quakes slowly

you'll be riding it soon

kite string is lightning the cloud fly my skull

sightsee this mindreadingrainbowlightbulb

homage to blunt stalls, blunt behavior and blankets

my friends realest of ages

peeling the grapes wielding the mazes

lost in my pages....

where am I going

love for the circle

keep the hands rowing

spinning my knowing

treading in an ink lake

I held her like breath

while swimming in a think tank

I held her like breathing body's tend to

A man can only laugh at how small his penis looks when the world around him is cold.

HAHAHA

are you in-arrested by my curious?

bi mind flurry plum tides

splash a paper path

solve the aftermath

drip molasses dragon breath sticky napalm dialect

dial stress help

dial cleans mess

dilating iris

eyeholes to the abyss

spirit from icicle fortress singing a song to one ocean

underwater industrial

humming musical ventricles

pumping human pendulum

swinging organic emblem mirror shield flame protector...

prowling cybernetic vectors matrix god of infinite gigs

stressing a positive balance met by thickets of arsonists

quzzing the smarter kids

hold that thought in cage, one day we fly and graze that maze our sight has walked from breathe to talk each step a droplet

drink the rain and pray we thirst again