Stick Houses

A thin disguise

barrier in dream

glazed by mint leaf

Brittle pulse

cradles invasion

no changes that can be erased
before saving

Her sharp needles always bleed

A smell in pine barren

nature’s menthol

gift wrapped echelon

Caged in laughter

in shaft of sickled vine

hanging shards
in lost holiday glow

Her sharp needles always burn

A mean reprise

dream in barrier

anxiety shifts under embryo

from within the stick houses

her sharp needles warp

from memory

disguised by art
for stakes built in pain

don’t go to sleep

Freddy is coming for you

Christmas lights cracked

to feeling

fostered
naked

to the third eye revealed.

On writing

Cataract

he has the eyes of a writer
keen and cagey
waiting for some threshold
to fall
the exhausted flowers
blooming
against a red sunset
more worlds to collide
with the power of pen

he has the eyes of a writer
buried in his cataracts
a pupil of thought
for a sight dilated
marked by his madness
cradled by his salvation
dimmed unwanted and hopeless
worthless to the wandering eye
set in his sculpture
the one inch of creation
denied by the unaware

as a writer he is tragic
no difference even if he didn’t write.

Write living

Seems distant to believe
We grow no more
Just endure
velvet stars
in moonless night
Write living
Focus my energy for attitude
To change to grow
Vicious moments lost in time
And I awake everyday
On a mattress with no sheet
In the soft hum of rain
And cars beating into pavement
To crack the window
Is to endure
Write living
Cardboard notes left to rust
Cold and rough
A paper cut
A nail that is red, irritated
By the exposure of daylight
In this existence
Write living
Focus your energy for altitude
Above forgotten wind
Creeping past us in a vacant lot
I will cut my chin
Against the frozen wind
And endure
It is what was trained
To keep writing alive.

lonely soul warrior

lonely soul warrior
bent over a pint
listening to old jazz
that hits the pavement
echoing the hard
pellets of rain
lonely bearded
soul warrior.
inside the minds
of others
shrieking at dissidence
like it was a stranger,
a con man of clowns.
lonely bearded cradled
soul warrior
to the dream of himself
locked in a cabin
surrounded by
vinyl and whiskey
girls that dance
to no music.
lonely soul warrior
bent to the straightness
of the world
so suddenly and rash
we smoke the hash
pent up residue for
the masses.
lonely soul warrior
scribbling away fancy
writing
for the trench madness in us all
face tilted to the lights
pen deep in ink
eyes wandering
landscaping the terrain
of this dubious shelter.

silent campus

downshift to second

let it roll

through the rail track tunnel

sound your horn cowboy

no one stops

 

third to accelerate

leans to the circumference of force

in the way I press on the gas

she reacts

she purrs me into the windy gray night

 

what is left

 

the crawlers

fantasy and brutality

a war

machine made

to drive us mad

silent campus

voices that remark

we are this media

we succumb to reality murder

 

in three years

I will be sitting inside

a broken bus

writing

mad radio institution.

Election Rejection

Election Rejection

 

Figures for the classified

Punch lines for the comics

A way to read something

And not really understand it

 

Nominated on time

Press lines for the drones

selected media all programmed

Waiting for you

 

Elected on the front page

Pinpricks for the wicked

A way to kill yourself

without dying

 

Corrupted in the funnies

Idols to false idolatry

redacted pages burned

Waiting for you

 

Provisions for this junk box

A way to mangle the words

one last time

 

Very Little Sun

these days, things

accumulate like weather

moments will freeze

in slow train motion

the flash rivers we endure

 

these days, things

when you see hear listen

if you’re vacant

to a smoked death

trapped, antique attic

a worn circuit

 

this daze

has very little sun

the insincerity

of timely sun rays

flattened by the trees

 

these days, things

have no meaning just memory

devoted to wandering

exhausted in wondering

the path you remember

or need to discover

 

these days, things

are seen with much disguise

seasons forget one another

we see the acceleration

of erosion in every

fall and rise

or need to realize

 

this daze

has very little sun

the insincerity

of timely sun rays

flattened by the trees

 

these days, things

dissolve seized remnants

dreams moments will sleep

in edged disturbance

the mindless voice we disband

 

these days, things

when you feel, know

the reasons

in uncontrollable sadness

mechanical world of motion

a torn devotion

this daze

has very little sun

the insincerity

of timely sun rays
flattened by the trees

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Funny How

I’ll make sure

to leave a tip in heaven

large and generous

for once

If heaven has Bars

when would they close

late or early

Funny how memory

is selective

a way to build strength

do you remember

a sense of memory

if everything is eternal

comfort in mortality

I hope Heaven has no after effects

no Vietnam flashbacks
no dirty politician hacks

If I had a choice

I might chose Hell

who needs wings

when you have fire

but if Heaven

has a good bartender

I’ll start a tab

a cute waitress

I’ll be sure to stiff her.

Mad Kid Kant

a modern strangulation

stifled by moral agents

body platform

limited perception

recognize experience

adjust to demand

adapt to dispense

mad kid Kant

cracked your skull

burned the newspaper

for the sanctity of thought

one more fence white washed

a modern strangulation

mask obvious

poisoned introspective

justified denial

in corporations and governments

disguise altruistic movement

the face value of dissolution

mad kid Kant

kicked you down

burnt lines of race

to build atrocity of rage

one more village in reclamation

a modern strangulation

cradles all points

its purpose reversed

dripped in ancient secrecy

Apache warrior bones

in crude display

born to the scenery

mad kid Kant

crackled the path

the brain is the seat of the soul

greed mediates the weak

to live outside the law you must be honest.

Atoms performed with piano and effects by Stefeye recorded in Long Beach NY 2012

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