ELEPHANT HILLS
Slipping into the horizon Sitting between light and dark The time past sundown When animals drift towards contentment Families settle for the night The clouds are strong in definition Power full in light bright color White and off white Majestic in their presence I hear Mozart and Wagner in tune Lyric thunder rains down It ' s not dark It ' s not light It ' s in between I ' m in between Victoria falls lay at my feet today I flew over hearing the hum of civilization in my ears Knowing her sound was untamed and uncontrolled Running her tributaries down to the point of no return Limited only by the boundaries of fate and nature Dreaming of being free Of making my journey pass Through some uncontrollable fate like love Seeing showers of smokey water clouds rise up Rise with wide - eyed glory for the flying boy with no shadow no attachment except to journey down river to some unknown place or unknown person healing a primitive child and fulfilling a man a man whose armor is too heavy to continue down river with like Conrad . . . like Kurtz The falls sprayed magnificent plunes of water up that drifted into the sky the water crashed and rose and floated up till my desire followed no more content in witnessing her flight from the deep crevices spring rainbows shooting color and light that completed the wild ride down river to settle in the lakes and pools below gently continuing as far as the eye can see peaceful in passage secure in it's travels where ever they lead following those winding fated rivers and roads believing anytime the crash of rainbows and gentle pools shimmering in peace lie just ahead free in movement free at heart a river flows a river shows always the same forever in change Zimbabwe 25-02-94
THE LAST PUNK ROCKER
The bald spot in my mohawk says move to the suburbs take up golf catch a little Percodan habit get a Volvo have Mutants
Suicide Of Affection
(a symphony in two notes) In starlight there are no lies a full moons promise Sparkles in jeweled & jaded skies Taking off our masks Playing with a new vulnerable disguise Was it a performance or perfection We were trying to realize Did we win some relief Or change our belief When we looked into each others eyes Choosing our words carefully Were we just trying love on for size You like to shock and flaunt it You want everybody to want it You never say no, you don't want to disappoint You seek the thrills And try to cool the desperate chills Pefume on the pillow Tears in the heart Tender dreams toughen at the seems You got all the answers And nobody bothered to ask A tongue wraps around twisted words of good intention, not meant to last The misused spirit The misspent flesh Seeking absolution thru the night Sins of lonliness are plainly in sight Trying to remember what to forget Honesty is kind, The truth is sharp It slashes and burns The heart twists and turns Makes you rethink what it is You thought you'd already learned A midnight clock rings Leaving you with no words, to say a hundred things She was on her way out As he was walkin in She gave a wink to come again 5-11-94
PHILISTINE MURMURS
I demanded admittance I begged to get on board She caught my eye While I recited my vows I'll be true I'll be there Chasing dreams From old dragons The sign in the window Said come on board Comfort and trust Safe place to lay your head To feel my strength of protection for you This whistle blows 'n off I go one more ride one more uphill slide one more sweet suicide The feel of holding Playing with emotion Committing little murders Its part of you, its part of me, dear friend The feel of letting go Thrills 'n chills 'n spills I take that light down the alley I ride the ideal of beauty Searching with silent tongue A poets wounded eye And forgiving heart All confessions are rewarded in tears Sadness consumes, at witnessing A flower wasting its perfume in solitude Renewed at the thought of evenings When the night was alight with love Bowing to the faith of a childs smile Stripping the armour of years Embracing tomorrows possibilities Invincible to indifference Longing and relief, cycles of lost time Her eyes full of sadness and light Keys of acceptance fill my poems Seasons of the heart Always fresh to start I jump that train Hoping the next stop will be the last 8-9-94
A SMILE AS CRISP AS THE GLOW OF BROKEN GLASS
It was clear growing up Suck a cock, your cocksucker Stick a needle in your arm your a junkie Proved in one definitive stroke Ambition was scorned and judged Hold your own counsel, keep your cool Delights of damnation give joy Lets drink this fresh poison And dance with cruel indifference They crash out of the gate Marking stages and phases Calender years and stone tears Lovers here and lost Wounds inflicted by fate Those who tried payed a dark reward For pursuing dreams of perfection Leaving the mockery of others dead end roads Reaching like a bullet on target Closing a space between Denying and defying A fever of others drunken morality Guarded optimism in the face of apathy Ravaged beauty of truth On the alter of youth Thru deserts of misunderstanding An oasis - naked to experience, Delivers an imperfect world Latent with outrageous attempts at convention Dealing with drives one neither understands or controls Mutant kings sing from the gallery Upstaging peasant dreams The smell of death seizes the air The fragrance of life is everywhere A smile as crisp as the glow of broken glass These wounded vagabonds reach for salvation Their spirit intact Full of pagen ritual Thru the door Charms are thrown to the floor Virtue and vice, the pawns of providence Embrace like earthly breath To the moment of our death Reason will be the thorn That pierces the flesh in defiance Blood on the rose will be the ultimate innocence A kingdom of no regrets Will celebrate at our passing Lovers will die of devotion 18-10-94
SHE WALKS LIKE CHARLIE CHAPLIN AND SMILES LIKE MONA LISA,
(a work in progress) A spy in the house of love Creates the object of her desire Pleased with how willing they resign You can touch but not too much Play and pay these exotic twists And erotic fits dance the days away Maybe she comes from control The only thing fucked is bravery and faith A poet finds no words for the secret meaning of things Trafficing in cliches on romantic days In his shyness and mistrust He looks at her beauty and screams surrender As she knocks downs his words in one swift movement They are both secure in their lack of loyalty fire without flames They're both on their asses For reasons of lost secrets Clouded in laughter They once called her a whore Perhaps she's heard Billie Holliday sing They're so few victims left We're all volunteers now I curse fate, knowing Rimbaud did not die in vain Her mouth is swollen with words or manipulation Casual relations without sentimentality A little girl passed away Has no tears to redeem her hurts She denies they exist Awareness acknowledges suffering Illusion protects us all The towers of Notre Dame Bend to the currents of the Seine Who's left to bury injustice Who's left to care Nakedness shaded Clothed in dull rainbows Then she found me He mumbled something about her heart When she asked what he wanted They enter a primitive zone laden with fear & excitement Where the actors and actresses have retired for the day These travelers Open to the mysteries of imagination & creation Unspinning a web of illusion Shamans dance in deranged extasy As lovers take photos to capture memories Hungry virgins feast at the festival of shadows 21-9-94 Paris
OH GOD!
Dark laughter Knowledgeable hearts Cooperative sweat filled perfumes Spirits speak Ghosts inhabit Juices flow together Breathing savage delicacy Arousal has no memory Flesh is the quality of treasure Pure Outrageous Tell all secrets Words have no value Holy fever Exalt us to royalty 9-94
MY ROMANCE
I believe if I write The prettiest most lyrical love poem She'll fall for me Or paint the most beautiful Vibrant rich picture She'll know how sensitive and strong I am Then she'll madly devote herself to me (Je t'aime a la folie) And we'll live happily ever after (at least for a month) 9-94
HAS BOB DYLAN MADE APATHY HIP?
A willing carnival of accomplices Each with a story more profound Or bored than the last I been hangin out all these years Eyes taken a walk Thru the peaks and valleys Of tears and cheers Bohemian aristocrats Observing wine'os on the plaza Trying to get numb Hustling models for change Try not to appear too dumb Who's givin and who's takin Who's real and who's fakin Milan 11-94
BLESS THEM FOR THEY KNOW NOT WHAT THEY DO
Aerobics in the graveyard Soft kids in hard pose Dead at 57 Too much juice Dead at 27 Too little too much too late Lets get stupid Everything else is overwhelming Fathers and sons Same wave different shores
ALMOST LIVE ON DEAD ARTIST WEEKEND
Rock star Not enough Too much Broken heart Broken home Heal me feel me See me free me Neurosis psychosis Dare me Scare me Thrash me Trash me Uphill slide Suicide Prisoner of freedom Success no belief Shotgun relief Can't stay Immortal cliche No victim? No excuse Volunteer use and abuse Insecurity Feelings rush make me blush Too much love Too much hate Flip coins of fate Too high Too low Gotta go April 10, 1994 a couple days after Kurt Cobain
RIFFING AND RIPPING FROM "TIME OF THE ASSASSINS" BY HENRY MILLER
young dumb and brave passing the ammo filled with false power & foolish pride vagabond gods in search of a true kingdom shedding skins of restraints shakespeare and napolean collide between dream and action charity is a key of salvation a road of deliverance littered with resignation and weak imagination learning that one is a slave to circumstance the agony of breaking thru your own emasculation thoroughly changing identity to pass your former self on the road and not recognize it is you tricking madness to become utterly sane the road to heaven leads thru hell freedom is the only sacred god slavery is linked to selfish ends joy is possible when performed in the service of goodwill 7-94
UH-HICCUP
sentient blues poseing for protection for the center is too soft for projection like a deer caught in the lights forzen in its tracks from where it stands it might not get back impersonations and gyrations sending out salutations trying not to be bored at your graduations to not notice the crime is the crime the black star of fatality shines clowns & angels wrestle for crumbs of applause and love both master and slave to the silence shooting arrows of longing for the other shore primordial chaos demands awareness on the alter of creation not by hand or tongue to measure by life as a whole we count 29-5-94
MAY FLOWERS
numb grinning warm satisfactions fantasy swim an swing and sing angel halos floating down imaginations' side-streets full on bold duets embrace new toys and games trios tumble thru tired inhibitions embracing sensual ideas pirouettes of curiosity we dance each moment every rhythm reaching a new kingdom radiant tender fascinating gentle delicious exaggerated demonic to the heavens all mysteries are suspect to being solved bathed in a damp elegant aroma recoiling in exhaustion 19-5-94
LARRY MOE & CURLY DO THE EURO-TANGO
a steriod casualty insults you in the park you walked away without a word for a year you puzzle was it cowardice or wisdom its 50-50 still not satisfied its not personal its america full of foolish pride & arrogance insecure, greedy togetherness king baby wails about comments of character full of envys and jealousies respect is toyed with and bound in dollars flee or fight a fools parade on display telephone thieves selling to your greed american aggression doing the euro hustle macho mouth thin skin loyalty money talks bullshit walks ahh the joys of clear cut rules lame game paranoid refrain cliche and clicks for a price ass kiss licks they say a lion dies but once a coward dies a thousand deaths do you let john wayne seduce you too or purr and meow a sweet fuck you
GREETINGS FROM WHEREVER YOUR AT
meaningful looks at strangers throwing your best lines at waitresses getting aroused when your alone alienation turns you on ain't no teenage angst the rockin rhythm just rolls on the edge of confession money and sex for something to do sound bite intelligence offers momentary reprieve from the rush information overload overblown images full of seduction let you know your not getting your share creativity does art give chaos to order or order to chaos do you inhabit or interpret the space you live in out distanced out classed but never out kiss assed in the age of dumb TV hash served sooner than later the movies display your emotion chewing innocents choking on age beyond MTV ageless wisdom kicked down the street toying with residue reaching for the consequences does art reflect or subvert? content directs style do or say something the rest is left to your vanities dada dada dada april 94
LICKING AT THE HEELS OF FALSE IDOLS
I volunteered for hell and was rejected living on oasis and mirages playing at being sane with the cunning of a madman rather than expire on the shores of contentment I looked to rewrite culture and in turn a new art Emiting a growl a whine and a curse to blend in smiling at the hoax that what is sacred will sustain you asking for more and receiving less purified by the flames lodged in the heart the goal is always more 5-94 riffing and ripping with the time of the assassins by henry miller
Unrequited Love
I can only imagine The fragrance of her hair Like the mist of first snow Floating across fields of wild flowers O, How fresh her hair must smell! I can only imagine The touch of her skin Like the stars embrace a hot August night And hold the dark aloft Their light entwined Warm and soft I can only imagine Her lips full of dreams Like morning dew kissing a sunrise Her smile as bright and wide as the sunlight across the tide Her eyes drink in her surroundings With gentleness and warmth Like the faith in a childs prayer I can only imagine her nakedness As fresh as night air in the mountains Shivering with strength and vulnerability Full of mystery and magic Her tummy as soft as the purr of a kitten O, How lovely her nakedness must be! My bravery is heightend in the presence of her Beauty
HER KISS
the sunrise mumbles in the darkness calling strangers from the shadows oceans crawl thru broken promises bringing painters blue brushes to erase poet's shaken words reaching naked shorelines pink cream nipples call salvation's bluff humming songs for drunken drivers thinking there's a new tomorrow corpses dressed in nun's habits wash ashore full of glory dreams wrestling with angles to save us all sing the orphans on the pier when she shows her face she has no limits to call her down she has no equal to touch the lost and found from her lips there whispers not a sound
I AWOKE WITH THE EIFFEL TOWER THROUGH MY CHEST
pan cake cafe over cast slightly grey I catch sight of myself in a mirror
shaggy haired, puffy eyed before coffee
backed against a pillar reading the obituaries don't move don't move she sketches I snake my hand across the table reaching reaching help me two guys mumble in english waitress with a tatoo serves me I have my breakfast cough twice kick start and putter off toward oblivion