His eyes are red often
red now
awake without
reason
housed in
frames - dirty walls
taking in the privilege
and insincere
fantasies at
4.39am
theres coconut
in the green tea
...holes in the teeth
and the bird
goes
tweet
..noth noth nothin at all

Animal Soup

Now
when the demon grip loosens
Now when I let her go and my skin feels clean
Now that the cursed feels blessed
and pity on the foam mouths
Now
when the wars are left for mongers and limbs
Now when they breathe un-enlightened enlightenment
from warehouse walls
like toy prophets trapped in cocoons
Now when your friend is no-lover
and the life livers are
chastised
Now when sincerity is frowned upon
but we blow each others horns
screaming art and peace to
new hat-converts
Now when collectives are lonely
and anarchism shamed
with a million facefuck friends
the bedraggled beard-O
stuck on HBO
Now when I see God's laughing in my coffee
and children fuck dry puddles
from lost drugstores
Now when the end begins no-story
Now on the precipice
of
mountainous
ledges
of crumble

Let the angels
and
Dog's
alone.........

>
What would a poem say about today - these times
what's left or even what's beginning  (?
O - what if the walls we Don't see
Spoke
and prophesied a
Burning Landslide on your
mansion - would you move (?
Would you even blink an eye (?
Would you check the time
times seventy divided
by twenty
four
(?
I'll crash dive to bend state's in the mire
Light candles and grow by night
Mantra my soul on spirit-check
Mis-place marbles in the soup
Dig on the heartbeat of life - (!)
O -
but nothing for the landslide
Your fears birthed fears @
terror down diluted
O - an pray you find
that
the bigger the pain
the closer the teacher
SLASH
teacher's of
lessons to be learned
or drowned
or
Buried
in Seroquel  Lexapro  Clonazepam
Olanzapine Temazepam
Valium
Endep
No
next step for you Doc
Die now - Dream later schisms
Kid's on Prozac
are coming at it
coming too it
walking through it
Almost dead already because You
nearly killed em
or did ((A singular molecule Ego-trip
an now the whisper's faded...
Face the music
of yo electric-head
miss-mister-mrs-mzzz
- Or tell me
... What would a poem say about tomorrow (?

And who the fuck would
write it

(((??

The hotel surrounds us

I look out from great - wild - unknowable
cavernous plains 
see stained cream canvas an sky
breathe deep upon
my rituals
the
sadness from sleep
scrubbed at 
coffee - marihuana - toast an butter
I walk past a hollowed out
ashen eyed meth-hole
dead face youth
an a man
in a horrible car
passes slow enough to see his greasy
-
the narratives have spoken .. blood drippin from the lips
-
The light is formidable and the can of beans grin cold sweat beads on my brow..
-
I make it back
back to the room

I look at my bed
there is a black vortex the shape of my body
I step in
one leg
and another

then
I
close the lid.

the way it happens every God-damn day

I 
caught my brain/
stoning my soul/
I chastised
till the voice came hollow
then faded
and my face
image
emerged
from the puddle
drained

...............

Give me
real-life moments
that hurt
cos they're so damn
beautiful
Give me laughter
in the face
of pain
Give me all-encompassing
revelations
that fade to
rise again -the
hope in a million brokens
Give me a smile
that cuts like
knife blade
Give me sincerity

There's the easy way
The hard way
an
The only way
- sometimes hardest of all

Vodka the head-cold
n remember
that feeling
on the edge
ready to let go
drop
fall
n hit

It was amazing..

one giant cliff face
face of an elephant
with a trunk!
we called it
Elephant
on the way
to the cathedral

I drank-

bourbon and beer
I drank-
cunt
terror
and guilt
all away
Like A Real Human God
Cummin up
the
cosmo-nostril