Realized

Three nights I have lain awake Storming through half-sleep dreams And possibilities, thoughts, Mental magical carpets, Half real, half realized; Doors half opened and swinging Smooth computers peripherally Analyzing and verifying Believing yet incredulous Of the panoramic impossibility. The stark lightning of imagination Energized and rampantly naked; Leaping obstacles with merry, nimble feet Barely touching [...]

Home

I should listen to the sea ‘Cause I’m never turning back I’m not who I used to be And I’m never going home. I’m so hard upon myself I cannot seem to learn. At the bottom of the well, I sit and shiver in my bones. I really don’t know who I am; I’m busy [...]

Hang On to the Rope

I wish I could string and sell These beads of sweat; They keep dripping in my eyes And leaping From the tip of my nose. I can’t stop pulling on this rope – The mine car can’t slip any further Down those tracks. I don’t know why I took this job But it’s a challenge [...]

Sellout

I sold out to the rat race: My time is spent trivially Pursuing carrots and cash-ews Running around like a chicken With its common sense head cut off. Important criteria have shifted, Tabbed into the margins of My papers. I’m so busy taking notes There’s no body, no bulk, No substance, no spirit, And the [...]

THIS BRIGHT LIGHT

Ah, this bright light – I was a closet Vampyre, dancing on cardboard tombstones with flexible skeletons who beat chopsticks on overturned Folger’s coffee cans – it shrivels the flesh and weakens the bones. I’ve heard of the process of aging before, from people older than I (that was all that mattered back then), but [...]

Opossum

on my driveway in Point Loma, smoking 3 cigarettes, I thought it was my cat Ferguson cracking bird-bones at four in the morning, but the white and grey patchy creature was a shiny eyed opossum, who moved off as fast as it could back down the sidewalk after discovering its way back to its lair [...]

Zambone Machine

why do my dreams lay siege to me as if I was a fortress of stone, a dragon unconcerned with men’s matters, a river who just picks up the bones of foolish dreams who jump the chasm and fall to drown in icy water, for I move the other cliffside at will at each new [...]

Dead Parking Lot

drums, call the drums, beat the drums in a circle, summon sound from your skin, bone and muscled rhythms. spin the spinners, earth born, hearts beating taut, within, throwing warm loops of blood in long arcs through your bodies, racing and rebelling into movement.

Tuned In to Static

these fingers are filled with blood that time wears down to bone. obsessive, driven to write and blister, chafing without a rest, a reminder of hard work dropped out and tuned in to static; the station’s gone dead. what do we do without direction?

I am Adopted

Adpoted, I adopt my own ideas About who my real parents really are. My mother; ocean and spring rain; the dew On grass stems sparkling, a field of stars: All water, blood that courses past my eyes. My father – rocks and wood and muddy bones, The mountains laid behind and raised before, All sturdy [...]

A Dream of a Ship

I sag into my bonds, bound to this wooden chair with water from my eyes six inches deep on the floor. I feel all alone on a ship gently rocking, back and forth, water rolling, sighing from bulkhead to bulkhead. my head is down and my hair is in my face but if I was [...]

Untitled Poem #-22

bad girl stole some bones and feathers to control the weather; to send the clouds and the wind to smell out what her boyfriend was doing.

Brian Two Two and the Rock of Fang

Geoff, Laura, Joe, Brian and I went to the river to play outdoors and to sing, sing ho for this, the life of a bear. warm rocks, chilly water, and a rope were for flinging ourselves through the air. the sun and the wind bathed us in yellow hues. music from the car ran its [...]

Without Trying

I I can wish as hard as I want without trying. Maybe it takes a nervous breakdown To examine the croak of a frog. A rich man tapes his hands to his sides Drowning in treasures but refusing to decide Which pearls he wants to wear for eyes. II To the grey lands to search [...]

Ghoul Flesh or Mr. Gnarly Rides Again

I count the bones rained from above which sound like wood dropped on stone when they fall. – If I could, I think I’d love the long bones most of all, and the skulls.

Seven English Poets

seven large pillars stood alone surrounded by heaps of moldy bone. your skulls are marked with waterstains but flesh in your poetry remains. climbing slowly around the piles holding, examining your whitened smiles, wondering what of my poetry when I have become as thee.

Mister Gnarly

I am Mister Gnarly in my corridors of bones, chewing gristle from burrowed skulls, populating my empty rooms with ivory treasures; fragile sculptures of vertebrae; bones licked clean of graveyard dust; balanced and braced in my honeycombed ways. filthy I throne upon a cowhead, rotting with my dessicated flesh, searching for people that I knew, [...]

Prayer

window rattling monster, go away. I have no patience with your fleshless screaming skull plummeting meaningful to earth, runnels of molten bone flayed as streamers fly from a maypole. gravel crunching beast, leave me. I am alone with my artifacts, my talismans, my treasures and think little of your rancorous immaturity. I sleep upon your [...]

You Really Should

I am here to waste your time. come: step into my world of castles, Legos, action figures, Transformers, things only found in active imaginations caged in flesh, hair, and bone. come. follow me through idle dreams. I am here to waste your time. I am here to slap you with lightning. a candy bar you [...]

Untitled Poem #102

patterns of orange and purple dancing savagely over my eyescape; distant creatures swaying beyond the veils of sleep. a windswept cliff of grey, tough grasses growing squat in the wind, the sound of the sea rings in my ears as I decide. the mountains were smoky tonight; mist drew thick curtains to wetly blind. trees [...]

I Wish…

I wish you a dinosaur and a penny I wish you enchiladas and dolphins I wish you love and chap stick I wish you coconuts and grassy hills I wish you an earring and pencil lead I wish you whipped cream and blood I wish you happiness and pen ink I wish you a treehouse [...]

Sub-Conscious or Look Into My Brain

Dredged up from the foul slimy pits of the unconscious Come the compost and seedlings of these poems. The sunless quagmires of my nether regions Unseen, unheard of, unpure, unwanted, unknown. Grey sludge wends its way through towering pillars Stalagmites, remains of what could have been. Unwholesome creatures populating the pseudo-real Slither between murky bog [...]