i slur the words
my perturbed ignostic conjecture
from my slouched intellectual posture
to arrive at some sort of truth
some vision of infinite complexity
broken.
i seem to find it
only just before it is lost
in my sleep where
i return to that place
where color and fear are real
and just like you
i dream of the leaves
collecting at my feet
sufficate and wake
to wade through the gravity
all knowledge lost
under the weight of
the physical reality.

atlanta, 20hr layover

take me back to the churchill grounds.
the dizzy walks and murderous talks
from desperate men with needs to feed.
pull me from the coke factory.
take my picture.
take me the long way to the 2am cafe
but first stray through the parks.
take two bucks and thanks.
raise fists.
just don't show me whats in that heavy sweatshirt pocket,
my man.
but the grounds,
they struck a tone.
chaotic conversation from trumpet to saxaphone.
saw what we want now finish the gin.
no, lets follow this through.
get drunk, give a fuck,
what else are we here to do?

in law

thought stops &
hideous drops
just don't stop to watch
the turn timed ignorance
in tune to her humble nature.
i don't.
or i try not to.
for when i do,
i lash in silent disdain
anguish & anger oblivious
to those around me for
i keep a smile.
but it pains me
& stays awhile.

someone should shut her up.

To The Devil in A Wall

out of nowhere.... from my point of view

something that wasn't angelic, pure, or beautiful

I thought the military takeover was going to happen over Christmas time

All I gotta do is act naturally,
quell my impulses with lessons sublime

I room in "The Sunshine Hotel"

I don't like fiction married to fact,
but it's all anyone can expect

the palm of my hand calms my forehead,
scolding tears fall bastardly to the floor

take my delicate situation into consideration,
we all come from some form of masturbation

in the "nightmare house" dreams sweat to the floor,
intonations crass as fairy tales scold my good intentions,
leaving diamonds for the poor

Right now

I’ve heard that hate’s a girl with pretty eyes
& I’m starting to think I’m just her type.
So now I’m chasing with my 26 shells
But have forgotten what to say,
how its supposed to sound.

Now, we both know what we want but
we’re both knee deep.
So now it’s not the same to me
and we’re lowering it seems.

And now, I’ve got something under my skin.
I thought this body
was my only old friend.

But now I’m dyin’…
In need of the aged spring days to lengthen,
The old earth to warm and soften, creek, expand,
my dog to wait impatiently in the doorway for me,
to wipe the mud from her paws
just to ball and scatter on our tweed rug or hard wood,
or hold—caked to the tufts of hair
between her black toes.

Isla Magdalena

Isla Magdalena, your thin

finger cradles my heart.

The cayote roams

aloof, guards your bare

curves, carved

by wind, tracing

your bosom, shaping

the dunes into the moon's

pre- pubescent, crescent lips

kissed by the late night

and early morning dew.

The leviathans navigate

your deep, twisted veins

surfing the wind stream

from the crest, of breaking

blown waves, your sea

gulls pierce the forehead

of the flat horizon. Dancing -

the tango, the salsa, the ball

 room - the sun

                                   and moon

unroll the white silk

ruffles of the ocean

along your ankles.

collect call trashfaced junkie
for crankcan cosmetic currency
-do not compromise; to save your soul.
jump toxically through
the pantheistic conjecture
for this is the only way out.
-so let me finish
& we will both go outside
& we will read it in the darkness
& dream of the blasphemies of physics
& create the untold possibilites.