Thursday, May 12, 2011

Rockawhile


Hello time!
So blissfully awry
Milky legs in dustman’s bucket
Meet me across the black expanse
To sleep.
So, what do you dream of?
Come, sit unraveled.
So, where do you long?
Wake up with me in this delicious oblivion
Toss over the edge of our sleep
Cigarette? No?
Any parting stars?
Yes? I have overspent upon a cloud.
And the watermark on our sinking sail.
So, you come no longer?
Yeah we have been dining on unbound lightyears.
So there is this poet I know
Who tosses spinach to bask in all that is wrong?
No, you can sleep more!
Wall to wall, in a vile, but only till past nine
I will come make love to you
If I am late, start without me
Then we create, not without decay, something fine
mythic, mystic, mathematic
Not like you!
too much sense and swing
Forcibly expanding the arena of my closed eye
Beating my back
with re-echoes of a seductive misuse
much trouble
much laughter
much burning
under the leap of your feet
No, you can sleep more!
So tightly woven
Like an unnatural waistcoat
made of universal silk pelvic thrusts
Don't worry! 
You will wake up just as the same friend!
As pure as the driven slush
No! No! you can sleep more
I still have to pass the hour under glass.

Monday, May 9, 2011

Tonight's yesterday

From appetizers, bar
flymouth people swarming
older than we are
"Are you coming?"
"No."
"Get off of me!"
Knock! knock! knock! fingers
No one covers those sewage holes
thin lightstreaks on crusty poles
In dark faces were blinking
Many, many disorders
Trucks, wheels, wheels, street lights
Not much sense my lips mention
your home I go
in life dieing, them spying
following the voice of the night-heron
I was being told
I could wheel & deal. Spinning
my hair into gold
horror floods the gaps of devastaion
here i was, there to be