Broken lampshade, filled with garbage
Forgive me father for I have sins,
They climb up my sleeve,
Obscene in my eyes.
Forgive me father for I have sins,
Senseless wicked tongue,
Foreclosed on women and cusses.
Forgive me father for I have sins,
Jacquot the sexiled child,
The art of blue movie ticking down a life.
Forgive me father for I have sins,
Dare date declarations,
Star map to rock and titillation.
Forgive me father for I have sins,
Of neglecting the phone,
Dismembering a tree for sake of freedom.
Forgive me father for I have sins,
Tucked under denim,
Sucked by bills and scraped on metro cards.
Forgive me father for I have sins,
Blaspheming stream of consciousness,
Acknowledging reality in the tone and timbre.
Forgive me father for I have sins,
Desperation in sloth’s sake,
Starving for citrus, amphetamine and 151.
Blessed he,
Who saunters across Bronx streets,
Rhymes ring out for modern thug.
Blessed he,
Grateful patron of cash and euphoria,
Stretching time with beats, pushing for paint.
Blessed she,
Late night surveyor in need,
Requiring infinity rejecting simultaneously.
Blessed she,
Creaky poet of Neptune,
Drowning muse of the holy trinity:
Sounds, verse and sex.
i’m misty
eyed to
night(i’
ll blame
wisconsin
weather)i want to be naked
as i never get cold
amidst your tactile
traces
of the
ebb
of
my
back
shhh…i wonder how charlie hokkenen’s
backyard is keeping this time of yeari wonder if my poor dogs think
i’m dead(i’m more…
Morning,
Curtain slits,
Moonlight zoetrope,
Conditioned crack echoes,
Mixed schtick horse race,
Daughters to the eight ball snow.
Give me ink.
Give me drinks,
Give me smiles,
Give me smoke,
Give me a while.
Give me sounds,
Give me fun,
Give me words,
Give me just one.
Give me ink.
Fits of rage and words of Whit, man I’m tired of all this
“Magdalena isn’t the name on this card, Miss”
“I know, it’s the name here” and I point to my left breastCinnamon honey lattes lighten me up
companions, lovers, my mother’s soft voice
all take me away from my bitter, lonely self
who…
Darkened morningscape,
Drenched insomniac,
Cashed cold walks,
Snubbed fags of desire.
One for one nine times over,
Ten since,
Infinity ahead.
The protagonist is here now,
Scribe with obscene eyes,
Resentful digressions:
I have more than I could possibly need tonight,
While ships are sinking off my shore,
Cough the smog as much as the next,
Self-aware of ignorance.
Sleeping on the train tonight,
Paperless paupers,
Tourists frowning,
At there own invention.
Psychotic singles,
Separation anxiety,
Backroom occupational therapy,
Drugged reciprocation.
Lying cries for help,
Spoiled spirits,
Claiming little,
Occupying less.
Scrambling for haircuts,
Punk rock against the hurricane,
Watered down past,
The memories apartment is blank.
Humping at the Gump is frowned upon,
Lest it be with numero uno,
Disregard marriage,
Like the other forty-four stars.
Crime fires on vacations return,
Man waiting at your front door,
Starving outside of A.A.,
Race faces enemies.
Some are never heard,
Singing to silence,
Writing without ink,
Purposeless devotement.
Two for zero three times over,
Twenty since,
Endless inevitability ahead.
Words bring out the worst,
Making scraps of Murphy,
Maybe I am right:
Existential, un-sequential scribblings,
Stoned out but never zoned out,
Fun, run for midnight rum.
Stocking for the hurricane and scaring the red bus riders.
Nights off on roof,
Cup of sounds handed around,
Resolving and settling together,
In it for the moment.
Full frontal visits,
Late night wine,
Binding mornings shine,
Eager eyes for dark.
Trains in the pipes of a shotgun,
Burgers with Broadway,
Harboring the opposite of jealousy,
Full flavored happiness for.
Folks I’d have never met,
Foolin’ around the homeland,
No longer fooling myself,
Grateful to share it.
Overwhelming generosity,
Feels good not to get a call back,
Honest vibes of family,
Soldier becomes army.
Foil and companion beyond a love affair,
Late night jam,
Or courtside wishes of fame,
No longer surreal the future behold.
Day dreams becoming nighttime realities,
Bleeding across the hours,
Ink filled skin,
Joined in its natural state.
Obscene sincerity in honest trepidation,
All signs point up,
Far behind falling,
Never resenting, neglecting or forgetting.
Complacent and content dependent on the search,
Nibble the ear of the verse,
Kiss the neck of poem,
Find the love in the consciousness.
That without a vision,
Lacks force or potential,
Lessening the scope,
Dissipates the impact.
The timid crook caught in vault at dawn,
A father outliving his children,
Wale carcass sand castle of exploration,
Curiosity despite danger.
Erasing verse is hard to do,
Whether regretted in time close,
Fondly recalled from the past,
Or suddenly satisfying at the end.
Your name screams through in powerpop,
Oh, oh, oh,
Live he under false pretense,
Oh, oh, oh,
A hook that catches.
Competition with other women,
The French would understand,
Surfer’s tide spreads smirks with hash,
Pumpkin Ale and Oktoberfest the delights,
Of cooler times warming encounters.
Namely the tune to which it blares,
Oh, oh, oh,
I saw the experiment,
Oh, oh, oh,
You saw a lover.
