I am an ugly man
I always have been
I laugh at the weak
A vile snigger
A venomous ejaculation
All the while knowing
That I simply titter at myself
No better than an insect
Am I
No better than a
A horrid rodent
But it is not my fault I will tell you
Brother
Not my fault
I implore you!
God, it is not my fault!
I am an evil man
You made me that way
And so I shall go on dieing
And so I passed from one love
To the next
Or more precisely one idea of love
To the next
A succession of meandering streams
That never led to the ocean
A ring of water
Always flowing down hill
Always flowing into itself
And so I passed from one love
To the next
Never knowing what love was
A blind man
Who in the darkest night
Convinced himself he could see
Then one day I found you
And the streams all led to the ocean
With such a terrible force
I feared myself carried away
And so I passed from one idea of love
To the realization of love
A ring of water
It’s banks overflowing
Creates an ocean
Was always an ocean
A fallow summer night
Choleric heat under a bright red devil moon
Crickets chirp
Underneath the Big Sky
Thirteen years underground
I have a friend, kids
Oh, he is a friend of yours too
Look around you
At the blood
Flowing like torrents
As merrily as if it were champagne
No longer will man be responsible
For his actions
God is dead, kids
God, is surely dead
Your Father is asleep on an easy chair
Bathed in the television’s spectral glow
The evening news announces
Cowboy accused of killing his parents
I remember several years ago
Mission on the Embarcadero
On our way…
Going opposite directions
Jack Kerouac Street?
Hand in hand
A toxic purple sun
Smoldering overhead
Lost the first time
Thinking we could beat the world
At its own game
Did I break your heart again?
The answer is undoubtedly
No
When There’s No Answer
Every effort’s
lonely letdown,
still, and
hopeful.
One day
I’ll find myself on a sailboat.
Fishing
With no bait.
What are you fishing
With?
She’ll ask.
And I’ll reply.
Perseverance.
The fish knows I want it
Therefore it bites.
Like you.
making love
like castaways
and the one thing that stays with me
is the way her hair
would
fall
in
my
face
a raven storm
a pure black night
and
big green eyes
like they don’t make ‘em anymore
big green eyes
full of sadness
filled with loneliness
it feels as though you were always
in
me
she said
truth is
I never had her
truth is she was a whore
but I loved her
when she told me
she
was
leaving
i guess you could say
i was kinda’ happy
In a holden caulfield sort of way
real life is never as interesting as
old stories and black and white films
where the hero falls
in love
with the girl he’s only just met a few pages
ago
when all it took was one look from big eyes that are far bigger
than any modern day girl’s
and a face that is obviously from the 1930s
then after defying his parents
and saying to hell with this life
he pursues her
but she plays hard to get of course
but then they are only what, sixteen?
eventually he gets her to notice him
and confesses his undying love for her but then
he probably has to go off to war
or some other place far away but then just before he goes
she declares she’s loved him
all along
and they promise to marry when he returns
and
perhaps she’s pregnant
from the one and only time they made love
because in stories that’s
all it takes is one time
of course in the end he dies in the fields
and maybe she dies too of a broken heart
the mind is full of upside down things
rain fall and faces on the wall
the mind is full of upside down things
fourty-nine days and you disappear
fifty and you were never there
six coins and ash
six coins and ash
i am waiting for the world to come crashing down
in the side streets and in the back alleys
i am waiting for the world to come crashing down
a fistful of forgetmenots
a fistful of forgetyounots
you are on the edge now
in a black and white reel
in a dream in black and white
in the papers and in the books
in the look of a passerby
heaven is a perfect monarchy
one to the head, two if you love me
i kiss you on the temple
you are forgotten now
when i could think of anything
i thought of you
when the night was long
and the sky revealed itself to me like never before
i thought of you
when each ship passed quietly in the dark
three lights on a satin canvass
i thought of you
when the midnight breeze
carressed my face and stired the weary tendrils of my soul
i thought of you
when in the final moments of each day
the gentle undulation of the sea
carried me off to sleep and i could think of anything:
i thought of you
for k