spectrum is
a
nice word
I can
think
of a
few
others
and there
is perspiration
on my
brow
some are
holier than
but not
really
boil down
the milk
to its
essence
I do
I get back
the word
tantamount
like the tantrum thrown
was hellacious
tantamount to…
you already know
some bratty
example
it boils
further
doesn’t it?

speak of
anger
you’ve not
seen me
hop a hoppy
dance of
dances
at any growth spurt
you’re affiliated with
maybe
your own
maturity level
is clouded affecting
your own reduced price
unraveling seams
slip through
and you
honestly, very honestly
don’t know
what you’re saying

punk and
funk
phantasm
member only
jacket
the grass hill
the summer of
little stuart
asking questions
down
the hill
down on
ourselves
and a father
would lay
the smackdown
we’d climb
over
abandoned
dented up
dinged cars
we dreamed
we’d drive
the semi’s
but really
all we wanted
was
a luxury
apartment
and ya gotta
go to war
for that—
of sorts.
sorry
it’s the facts
so the sign
out front: “you deserve
to live here”
is moot
I have my own
pair of gloves
to smack you with
not made of
clown blood

only breakable things
break out
into song

I break

into laughter

no, tears

because the
recent
boy
got his
head
popped
off
by a roller coaster

be more
careful

is what
the Universe
is saying

with no
personal
name
to fame
or
blame
game

it’s everyday
is the same
tomorrow is
a new day

it’s all
the same with you
nothing’s
new from you

a drunk man’s
blurtings
are a sober man’s
concerns

quiet and
quite in the dark
how to feel
well you know how you feel
but now how do
you act?
boiling down
to a decision
to split your mind in two

but mind
can never be
sliced

and destroyed

pain too
can tell
so many lies

you are
not at home
not at peace
not in a safe place

it is the battlefield
of desire

and you

may not

survive

babiest
of birds
digging along
for something
at the edge
of the curb

hunt hunt
peck peck
hop hop
hop hop

is that a
Walgreens?

yeah,
it’s a Walgreens

well goddamn
you don’t say

but I do
I DO say

a Krishna
wants to sell
me his thought
tries to convince me
all he thinks
about is Love
is God
is Love of God
that his way
is really
Only way
to do it
do that
it’s all from
the crock pot
ya guess a lot
ya say it’s a sloka
and pure
knowledge is
coming down
I say different
it comes
from within
and if
I don’t believe
in or wanna
talk about God
the Man
as a Blue boy
or any other
manifest…
THEN what
do we discuss?

rest on laurels
rest of
day

I am not
an up-to-date
brahmachari
thank
god
and I’m
not changin’
diapers
to classic rock

I’m becoming less
young
but more
urban
how does
that work?

plant me now
I’ll grow as
a great Oak

shaking
with coffee
look
at these
tremble
two hands
in one set
per human

for now
take
and surprise
them that
you would
take
like
that
here’s a
knife
and here’s
my
back
connect
the dots
you look
away
and walk
away
you got
nothing to
say
shit is
so gay
or…
how do
you say?
shit is
weak
a tremble
in your
speech
could be
caffeine
I doubt
it though
you zombie
chewing
on my
elbow

now she
loves
with the
same set
of words
she
used on
me

can
you
believe

that?

typical
fuckers
of
earth

sitting
in
dark now

a scare?

no

awfulest music
accessed
easily
and is
the new religion
of standing
in line
waiting
for your meds
more
R. Kelly for ya?
you got it!
“I believe I can fly”
shove
that shit down
your throat
what’s next?
on the list?
next?
more?
yep, yes, yeah
elevator
leanings
let’s see how
much you can take
I’ll
name my band
BGK and The Product Placements
I’ll build a
drive through coffee window
attached to the set
so you can read
the paper and
cruise
right on thru
or be
lulled to
sleep via satellite
radio
the 80s never
sound that good

an owl
eyes the squirrels
bike past the
Obama bake sale
wondering where
the money’s
really going to
Hillary’s Dead!
I shout out
one lady frowns
its true that these
are unique times
even the brightest
spokesman is for the
first time black
headlong into it
but then turns
for the worse
like others,
I’ve still hope for
all peanutbutter items
of the world

hot in the sun
the sun is a monopoly
sun coming through
glass
you inspire
me to write says
the guy…
I knowaguy, I say
like I’m all New Jersey
but New Jersey
ain’t the whole world
we each collectively
construct this realm
and snack in
the afternoon
today is my neighborhood’s
gay parade
very colorful
I think I’ll nap
and look out
on everyone later

the cat at
my job is leaving
because he’s peeing
on everything

though I can’t
smell
anything

this is
really
no place for
a cat anyway

I’m sure he’s not
too comfortable
with himself
doing this
and being
seen as
the company
pee-er

a nice New Yorker
will adopt
and train
and rename him

sleeping all
day

all the
free time
in the world…

not unlike haiku
these are grand
gestures and
photographed moments
in time
and its what I
want from
you
you know
to arrange in your
hello to me
for a bank to
kaboom
in the background

some people plan
weddings
you should plan
friendship

erase the debt

an athletic clarity,
still things like
depression
have to be hugged
and tended to on
a minute by minute
basis
so that epiphany
from last night
it
might not carry
over just how you thought-
I’m learning so
much as I go along
how lessons sting
and instill
humility
and well if xians were
truly invested in the word
wouldn’t they be
walking on foot?

poetry is spread everywhere
at the bar an impromptu
reading begins
we scrawl shit on napkins
we’re there to
snakeskin shed
our days
get more drunk
and the poems more
ridiculous
in hindsight it’s
slightly making
me flushed
in the face
like the tequilla
the event is
only 1% poetry
since all the rest is
out there in
real life
and being aloneenough to write
it down

another storm

storm with a
manish face
girly hands
the longest legs
made into
lightning bolts
enter like a needle…
then out like a plow
how ya like me now
the storm rolls
on south
down
to the ocean
to eat more fast food
and feel bad about itself

shack note

race
against
the fire
need privacy
the notion of privacy
secluded shack notes
I read those on Bradshaw
but the master
fell a great fall
judge the tree by
its health
earth is turned into a rightsideup hell
and they go
“where is He?”