As bad as love hurts When you’re 18, Swinging your mighty axe Before the bedeviled spirit of adulthood And making like whims Under gusts at the top of Mount Everest Just barely hanging on by your limber gait And your steely jaw, . The colors will start churning And churning The moment you get older, […]

As you get older All the real issues become “fake issues” — Because nothing matters anymore — You’ve seen the spiritually helpless Head guru Stomp on any lives, Innocent necks, With proverbial cleats, And you’ve seen the cluttered masses scramble For distractions and dark movie theatres Leaving you to wonder at the Wishing from the […]

In her voice is like a contrapuntal marrow song, As her eyes fly a bee line into mine, Flopping and sloshing as we mix juices, Brilliant little blues and yellows Down there in the essential stream of life And I can imagine what dancing with her would be like To songs of the city from […]

The sociological missive is there — You are CONTINUALLY making something out of nothing, Just wanting to know your streets, Just wanting to smile at all the street signs and names, Have every moment be as in song, The wild weeds aching to get out of their plastic shells.

Life as an amoral injunction of aggression Around theoretically informant buildings Hits you after you’ve seen everything else, Which you’ve lost so long you’ve forgot what it felt like, Boredom turning your insides to Apples moving and oscillating As droll hazards of individuality.

All of this consciousness is the same, That’s what LSD teaches us — All of this energy comes from the same big, brown, bulbous mutation, Knowing comfort only in this sprawling life, The obliviousness to itself it’s now come to blend With virtue and scripture on a blind afternoon, And an inept girl gives you […]

It’s marijuana, And then we are maligned assemblages, Erector set like bundles of unscrupulous worldliness, Set to ambulate and gesticulate under the theoretical canopy of “virtue,” Which, one must admit, marijuana will help us toward As we continue To wonder what the point of THAT will be, Anyway.

Hi folks, tonight by all accounts I’ve eaten too danged much, and just wanted to vent a little bit about it on this friendly forum (since I can’t seem to “vent” any of this unneeded mass from my despicable stomach right now). When you eat too much beer helps with the digestion, like drinking two […]

An onomatopoeia Is a poem Of virulent 1987 tenacity.

The effeminate hangs from a girl’s beads While traffic of obligations stirs the masses, And from my perfect understanding of the weather As a toothless outsider I will praise lustful projects, Will bleed every ounce of me to flea market traders On forgotten, Mozart days, The clamoring of the wrens on the topic of our […]