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

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

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 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