My future predicted in a smile depicted on an ashtray.
I lingered for a distorted while to ruminate.
Exhaled a whip, crapped a rhyme to explain in vain.
Smoke dances off the lung, across the sky into oblivion.
You hear it. You take it. You feel it. You make it: Poetry.
You hear it. You take it. You feel it. You make it: Poetry.
I pitched a thumb to the longest mile in the longest day.
Tuned my soul to rock and roll and a poet’s grave.
Assessment of this this imbroglio that fills the day.
Smoke dances off the lung, across the sky into oblivion.
You hear it. You take it. You feel it. You make it: Poetry.
You hear it. You take it. You feel it. You make it: Poetry.
Aspired for the dark, a brilliant spark of epiphany.
Deliverance the derangement of the senses.
Toxic angels recruited for my delirium.
Smoke dances off the lung, across the sky into oblivion.
You hear it. You take it. You feel it. You make it: Poetry.
You hear it. You take it. You feel it. You make it: Poetry.
Smoke dances off the lung, across the sky into oblivion.
And there it finds its little it stars in shapes of skeletons.
It’s a roll of the dice, good, evil, and vice – satisfaction.
You choose your fate, a bastard race of vagabonds.
You hear it. You take it. You feel it. You make it: Poetry.
You hear it. You take it. You feel it. You make it: Poetry.
You hear it. You take it. You feel it. You make it: Poetry.
You hear it. You take it. You feel it. You make it: Poetry.
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Now I’d like to tell you all a little story
About the things I seen, where I been, and how it just don’t mean thing.
I crossed the street between dark and lonely, a freak poet and a phony.
I copped the beats and L.A.’s only. Bacchic lizard writhing and moaning.
But I see this does not interest you.
And I see the point of concern
That your eyes are leading to.
Unleashed, you’d come like a monsoon, I’m sure.
To take your lead, I would have to leap down a twisting wave to ruin.
‘Neath a fallen tree in Haight-Ashbury homeless and reckless sensuality.
Given up, belly-up in New York City, chased more delusion than Don Quixote.
But I see this does not interest you.
And I see the point of concern
That your eyes are leading to.
Unleashed, you’d come like a monsoon, Brrrrr.
Roamed Venice Beach in goat-god rings of lost highways, verse obscurity.
I walked with the death that’s Jersey City and I fled that hole for Colorado.
(Colorado)
But I see just what might interest you.
Baba-sfu.
And I see this just might interest you, so take it.
To take your lead, I would have to leap down a twisting wave to ruin.
Homeless, I hungered for intensity. Life in the streets and poetry.
How life goes down in Chinatown. I store more fronts than Bleeker Street.
And I see you haven’t the slightest clue.
And I see the point of your concern.
That much I can discern.
Tunneling through flesh made fantasy, baby burn.
To risk it all. To stand, to fall.
To take the leap. Rise from the deep.
Break sanity’s web. Come back with this:
The song hearts riding desperate in the face of a teeming shrew.
Bada-bing.
Baby swing.
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Lone minstrel in the corner
Spitting teeth from a ravaged gut.
Full of pain and conviction
Stabbing walls with fatal words.
I tremble in the gallows
At the edge of the universe.
Filling space with my reflection.
I was dead before I was born.
Little blue bead full of music
Identity, invention.
Strike a match, set the mood for dawn.
Flock to my dimension.
(chorus)
The seed unleashing me ignites in a bloody rain.
I aspire to lend a voice and touch the light of day.
All the trees and the seas will bend an follow me.
Thunder will drop down on its knees.
Celebrate! my future effigy.
Lone cello in the corner
deep-seated in the universe.
Lone stare from isolation,
repeating a timeless curse.
Sorely ancient my soil,
replete with all-too-human mirth.
Decked out in soft miasma.
Cold sadistic impatient world.
Little wet pearl full of abandon,
ringed with age, ephemeral,
racing for an apocalypse
of you own creation.
(chorus)
I’ve struggled. I’ve sorrowed.
Met the eons with another butt.
Took the word to the mile.
Took a shot a fame in the dark.
I’m insane when I’m in sable,
luxurious animal.
Diamonds on the parchment,
bleeding every last sacred word.
Look at yourself in the distance,
a model of nonexistence.
Crawling through frames of echoes,
once fat with noon, now hollow.
(chorus)
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Stalking a bird of illusion
It’s touch and go in the fog
Banking on a soft collision
I knock on your door for more
I have this enamorous feeling
not sure if it’s good or deceiving
In my head you’ reeling and ringing,
head in hand - I’m bad
(chorus)
Treading, blindly peddling,
Eyes wide open, heady dreaming.
Is it worth the lie or the truth
to blow my mind over you?
I’m ripped, shaken loose,
torn by a night with you.
She twist, she screams
in my dreams
Siren, Siren
The news is so redundant:
those who’ve risen
those who’ve plundered.
The sky is tragically woven
with images gone mad.
The world is filled with hunger,
shrunken wills, bones in the dirt.
The gist of my own soft famine:
a taste for you in black.
(chorus)
Stumbling, foaming, crashing,
drunken by your being.
Is it worth the lie or the truth
to blow my mind over you?
You’ve wrung my through the muse
cradled in limbo, a soft recluse
She twist, she screams
in my dreams
Siren, Siren
Think me a contemptible fellow,
a bloke lurking in the shadows.
Inside a wave you swell
and where you dwell, my hell.
To make peace with my obsession,
I take hold of this delectation.
Arching your back to the ceiling,
you’re the Arc de Triomphe
in a velvet wedding.
Hearing is a matter of seeing
and seeing is a matter of feeling
and feeling is a matter of wanting
and wanting this, I’m bad.
(chorus)
Is it worth the lie or the truth
to blow my mind over you?
I’m bombed like Bayreuth,
strung in your numen noose.
She twist, she screams
in my dreams
Siren, Siren
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(racing for reception)
I pine away
(racing for reception)
I’m wanting
(racing for reception)
got to find a way
(racing for reception)
for you to hear me
trudging lone hill muddy
stars blind to my eyes
heartbroken, lonely
splendid mud for a poem
Garfield, New Jersey
the crap song of my life
witness the haunting
cry for your eyes
(racing for reception)
I pine away
(racing for reception)
I’m wanting
(racing for reception)
got to find a way
(racing for reception)
for you to want me
plucking out demented
rhythms collide
embedded in sorrow
little faith yields a poem
slippery yearning
in vague polluted night
witness the haunting
cry for your eyes
(racing for reception)
I pine away
(racing for reception)
I’m wanting
(racing for reception)
got to find a way
(racing for reception)
for you to hold me
you chase, you run
for what you don’t understand
alighting
the mind rioting
mad men you call heroes
rotten fish
Jersey City lips
you know the living dead
witness the things you do
with the cards that you’re dealt
racing for redemption in a barren bliss
seize my little angel from unconsciousness
ignite my soul, accelerate
launch a pop song in a tidal wave
come on, come on
launch a pop song in a tidal wave
(racing for reception)
I pine away
(racing for reception)
I’m wanting
(racing for reception)
got to find a way
(racing for reception)
for you to hear me
(racing for reception)
I pine away
(racing for reception)
I’m wanting
(racing for reception)
got to find a way
(racing for reception)
for you to want me
(racing for reception)
I pine away
(racing for reception)
I’m wanting
(racing for reception)
got to find a way
(racing for reception)
for you to hold me
(racing for reception)
I pine away
(racing for reception)
I’m wanting
(racing for reception)
got to find a way
(racing for reception)
for you to come with me
come with me
come
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Revelation,
Awaken,
Revelation,
Your destination…
Born again, the tempest,
(Revelation)
earthquakes, wars, deception.
(Awaken)
Disturbing dreams, sensations.
(Revelation)
Dead souls forage desolation.
(Your destination)
Calling all nations to the table.
(Revelation)
Time to part the book at the fable.
(Awaken)
The message is clear, heed the warning.
(Revelation)
Time to rock to the call of the angels.
(Your destination)
What will anything mean
when all’s turned to ashes and screams?
Woe to the plunder machine
as we begin the end -
the Alpha, the Omega!
Awaken, Revelation, heed the warning.
(Revelation)
Reckoning comes with the dawning.
(Awaken)
Warlord generals from all nations
(Revelation)
slaughtering creation.
(Your destination)
Where do you fit in United Nations,
(Revelation)
bi-partisans and Masons?
(Awaken)
Who’ll wear the horns in the Vatican?
(Revelation)
Thirst no more, the time is near.
(Your destination)
I look out with weary intrigue:
consumed by fragile routine.
Sure what our wages will bring -
caves filled with money -
when the stars fall, no pension!
Where do you fit in United Nations?
(Revelation)
How do we fit in as blind patrons?
(Awaken)
Who’ll line us up for the number?
(Revelation)
Floating checks in a lake of fire.
(Your destination)
Prejudice, hate, blinding rage;
(Revelation)
the petty, weak human rape.
(Awaken)
Whose face is cheating the Union?
(Revelation)
What’s to become in the millennium?
(Your destination)
The sky crashes on me
in fits of conquering.
Hold me tight, darling
as we begin the end -
the Alpha, the Omega!
Hallelujah! America.
Hallelujah! America…
Shred squads cleaving arms.
(Revelation)
With the money crashing, looters storm.
(Apocalypse)
With riots come a martial law.
(Heed the warning)
Guillotines become the means.
(No one will be missed)
Intimidating men to sheep.
(Revelation)
Wicked sky rent asunder.
(Apocalypse)
Turn mean and black the clouds of wonder.
(Heed the warning)
Islands slid into the seas.
(No one will be missed)
Mountains followed like trains.
(Revelation)
(Apocalypse)
Where’s the country gone?
(Heed the warning)
Turned into Babylon.
Revelation!
The Apocalypse!
Hear the warning.
No one will be missed!
Hallelujah! America…
In your fat and clumsy middle-age,
you think all is settled.
The kids are grown and gone away
to plant the lies you sank in them,
and you’ll go your way
to a ripe old age,
retired in vague somnambulism.
Pretty white fields fill the windows,
through your skull a deadly wind blows.
Basking on a reef, you lie and glow,
ravaged by consuming sky.
Barking like a dog lost in the fog,
there’s no return to what you’ve learned.
The buttons pushed release the thrust.
Catapult the Earth to freedom’s ruin.
Torched shadows, poison studded
haunting roaming plagued people.
Conquered and crushed and ground to dust,
bellies full of famine.
Poised the broken backbone.
Trust your leader to the gallows,
slip into liquid shadows;
when light beckons, rise to the call.
Scored the quaint perception:
a lukewarm fate in suburbia.
When the sun turns black and the moon to blood,
I’ll hitch my wagon to oblivion!
Destroy destroyers of the Earth…
Come! Come! Come!
Awaken, Revelation.
Revelation, your destination…
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(instrumental)
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Stalking a bird of illusion
It’s touch and go in the fog
Banking on a soft collision
I knock on your door for more
I have this enamorous feeling
not sure if it’s good or deceiving
In my head you’ reeling and ringing,
head in hand - I’m bad
(chorus)
Treading, blindly peddling,
Eyes wide open, heady dreaming.
Is it worth the lie or the truth
to blow my mind over you?
I’m ripped, shaken loose,
torn by a night with you.
She twist, she screams
in my dreams
Siren, Siren
The news is so redundant:
those who’ve risen
those who’ve plundered.
The sky is tragically woven
with images gone mad.
The world is filled with hunger,
shrunken wills, bones in the dirt.
The gist of my own soft famine:
a taste for you in black.
(chorus)
Stumbling, foaming, crashing,
drunken by your being.
Is it worth the lie or the truth
to blow my mind over you?
You’ve wrung my through the muse
cradled in limbo, a soft recluse
She twist, she screams
in my dreams
Siren, Siren
Think me a contemptible fellow,
a bloke lurking in the shadows.
Inside a wave you swell
and where you dwell, my hell.
To make peace with my obsession,
I take hold of this delectation.
Arching your back to the ceiling,
you’re the Arc de Triomphe
in a velvet wedding.
Hearing is a matter of seeing
and seeing is a matter of feeling
and feeling is a matter of wanting
and wanting this, I’m bad.
(chorus)
Is it worth the lie or the truth
to blow my mind over you?
I’m bombed like Bayreuth,
strung in your numen noose.
She twist, she screams
in my dreams
Siren, Siren
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In a staggering rush to transcend the blood
and the mighty pain the reality,
in broken breath return the gaze
from the dirt you face to eternity,
As I strangle you with love
’neath a burnt-out marquee
touting slash noir.
(chorus)
Fire and highway,
lightening centerstripe,
strike the dark
slow club velvet.
Snakeskin heart,
eyes razor sharp,
black leather walk,
lost in a movie…
Memory tags and bags its fitful days,
warped psyche speeding all the way.
Incognito, walk around
’midst silent raves
famous somehow
As I’m dazzled by your blood
’neath a burnt out marquee
touting slash noir.
(chorus)
Eye to eye last breath eclipsed,
cold dusk falling on your lips.
Soft stolen gaze - melancholy,
unbound, precious, fleeting
As I flip a fiery butt,
passing ’neath a marquee
into the night alone.
(chorus)
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intimate possession
of something inside of you…
You walked into a movie,
you lived it as though it were true life.
Interfacing suavely
with what coats and ties symbolize.
You slid into the limo
fluid as gold poured over ice.
A snap at angles,
you give character to all your lies.
intimate possession
intimate possession
intimate possession
of something inside of you
You have
intimate possession
of something inside of you…
Vogue stares waiting
for the celebrity that passed ’em by,
alienating
the hearts that give the biggest prize.
Facing the uncertain,
a ripe episode: faux cameo,
floating ’neath velvet,
eyes scan the buttons from left to right.
the limousine has many buttons
the limousine has many buttons
the limousine has many buttons
but one-
Searching for
the button for porno…
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Between philos- and philosophy,
between heavy petting and phylogeny,
locked in your naked cage
you’ve got no one to save.
feel the line pull
as you struggle to hold on to your own…
(send me your Bleeker Street angels,
heal me, thrill me
in shades of Manhattan leather)
Alone, forlorn you’re tattooed
on the edge of perversity,
a bona-fide blue ribbon anomaly.
Tattooed. alive you came in a dream,
caught naked with a rose
between your cheeks.
Between ethos and pathos: phrenology.
Between faith - surreal banality.
The screaming space between everything,
the exquisite unbearability.
feel the line pull
as you struggle to hold on to your own…
(send me your Bleeker Street angels,
heal me, thrill me
in shades of Manhattan leather)
Alone forlorn you’re tattooed
on the edge of perversity,
undisputed king of the vanishing queens.
The village preens with python grins,
pythons from the waist up to the python
hiss.
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thin.
thin as the line you tread
rescinded all bright lights ahead
(chorus)
The macabre falls off your lip like blood
dew on dawn, the glory gone…
name your favorite color
black is a field of wonder
where you can simply forget…
thin
line between life and death
tears bordering infinite caress
(chorus)
the earth your sublime orchard
becomes a backyard tortured
running thin on much else to give…
thin
thin as the line in your hand
fortune red, bones claw away at the flesh
(chorus)
in shades of liquid slumber
ease through the vague penumbra
slip away, vanish without a trace
Fill your head with wonder
roll your soft eyes backward
until you reach the netherland
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jejune dreams sifted buried
bright turn bleak along came Mary
staunch, in a way remiss
sudden outbursts, twisted reason
shocking logic: make it tremble
losing grip on a cliff
Mary came. Mary went.
all the while the voices kept
quorum in her weary head
Mary came. Mary went.
maundering faces schizophrenic
reminiscent of soup kitchens
broken trusts, stabbed romances
moody marlin, shattered plaster
anastatic discontent
wedged between thin sheets solace
Moloch belching smoke malice
in a double-wide caddish
Mary came. Mary went.
Mary, Mary quite contrary
seeks peace in sleep twisting turning
Mary came. Mary went.
the rational flits thru her cells
fickle as striped daffodils
heavy lettered heart unvents
chips verse away on cracked pavement
mixing flowers with laments
tactless cherry barfly culture
redneck swingers, vodka vultures
piss away and hit the wind
Mary came. Mary went.
stagger forward deeper still
floundering in pile of pills
Mary came. Mary went.
the classic rock sadly jaded
left her feeling underrated
there are some who spark like fuses
warmer still, quick chill then fizzle
this is how she came and went
like so many scrambling
tragic hopes in lottery
escape the dregs of being
Mary came. Mary went.
manic seconds tick ignition
blows her mind to reclusion
Mary came Mary went..
forever dreaming placid canyons
recalled for her psycho-antics.
Mary came…
and back she went…
to the sand’s soft silky grit.
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(I’m a silky pearl…)
In spite of the absurdity:
a token busts society,
perfect fit for vanity
(I’m a silky pearl…)
Raving with audacity,
cunning rings, ding-a-ling,
my only strength delicacy
(I’m a silky pearl…)
Assemblage androgyny
finds it serendipity:
vibrant eccentricity
(I’m a silky pearl…)
Never will I give away
take my secrets to the grave
Never will you penetrate
Never is an awfully short, short word
Never is a prophecy
Never is a broken ring
Never, never meant to be
Never is an awfully short, short word
Never seeking
never wanting
don’t be dismayed
don’t stop calling
Never is an awfully short, short word
(I’m a silky pearl…)
Madly stroked fleur-de-lis
twisting in a fluid scream
eternity’s odalisque
(I’m a silky pearl…
immanent world…)
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Tell me of the things that used to thrive
like the redbrick dinosaur
on the downside of downtown
Hung with ghosts from a depressed era
breaking the backs of strong men willing
and their consciousness
(ooo baby) consciousness
Making mirth in the shadow haze
of your deathbed poem blues
no one comes to you rescue
Head tossed deep in a sea of depression
why must every poem brook troubled water
in your consciousness
(ooo baby) consciousness
Waking up dreams venom laced
looking like a holocaust
in a chain-gang conundrum
So bent on anguish and defiling bliss
life raising little more than spikes
in your consciousness
(ooo baby) consciousness
Self loathing and pity topped with nihilism
why must every hope lust for the morbid
in your consciousness
(ooo baby) consciousness!
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one highway that I have known,
manic highway driven ’lone
head on, head on,
head on, head on
collision…
roads unfettered trances…
in the backseat the halo weeps
on the shoulder the devil dances…
something follows me…
something follows me
could it be my destiny
blurred by isolation
driven to hypnotic desperation?
roads, unfettered trances
in the backseat the halo weeps
on the shoulder the devil dances…
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forget the words
forget the feeling
forget the chance of fear
Nothing is real
(nothing)
is really happening
(nothing)
that you don’t
(nothing)
already know about
(nothing)
and what you don’t
(nothing)
does it really matter?
(nothing)
How factual are the waves?
How seasons die at the coast.
It’s likely with the stars there are
many wishful star-watchers
It’s likely with the stars there are
many wishful star-watchers
It’s very likely with the stars there are
many wishful star-watchers
just like you…
when you come this far it’s not much further
where phantoms field held only by motion
and the chance to err, quite inevitable.
I got a vision of you
(slayer)
I have a vision of you
(maker)
I may never get this close to you
and the night
and riding soberly upright
and passing-
Here’s to the good ship
(life),
to the fable
(love),
and every inch I’m dreaming of.
Here’s to the blood and death,
peace to the rest,
best thing to soothe the now, a cigarette.
Strike one bolder than the rest,
and leave the here right now
and try to forget…
this vision of you.
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(ready to explode
feeling our way like the blind
we struggle
to follow, blazing our way thru the dark
lighting a trail to discover…)
Through the windshield’s panoramic yield-
stellar fields, nascent solitude
hit the pavement
I find the mile, jammin’
stakes are high, I’m running,
panoramic
(head to the wind
and back to the wall-
jammin’…)
windshield…
the ace of hearts right
clutching centerstripe,
the stakes are up tonight,
make it to daylight,
plunging into
my lone
future roaming…
panoramic solitude…
through the windshield, the panic thrills.
ready to explode
feeling our way like the blind
we struggle
(future roaming)
to follow blazing our way thru the dark
lighting a trail to discover.
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Welcome to the highway’s end
(everybody), it’s the,
the living end (for everybody).
To this day he waited for you-
the haze he baited you through.
The Saturday Driver
is ready to take you
Wondering…
Wondering.
over a smoke-laced ice,
across bleached countryside,
passing a lake filled with spirits,
a shoulder littered with the wings of rebels,
the dashboard echoes
“all aboard…”
for the die-young train
or go insane…
for the die-young train
It’s the second day of winter…
mark your calendar for a wager with danger,
for head-on pomp and crash
hedonism.
Think you’ll die young soon!
We’ll be there too…
Think you’ll die young soon!
We’ll be there too…
It’s laid down white and plain-
what’s concrete, what things mean.
’Til you hit the streets
and lose your way…
mocking the slavery they call “a living”.
This mental violation leads to isolation.
Bright as a lute in youth,
to land so hard on the truth,
the safety net baited you,
nothing to save you from
falling…
Falling.
“what we do in life echoes through eternity”*
And the Saturday Driver says
as he buries the needle ahead,
stripes fly in blazing shreds,
he looks over with rotten breath
and says,
“I’ve got a roll in my pocket,
roll in my pocket,
(how ’bout a little suicide)
it’s a lovely day to blow…”
(while we drive through the countryside)
Welcome (everybody) to the highway’s end.
The Saturday Driver
is ready to take you.
Pedal your wings,
kiss the sky,
Arrive!
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staggering to the temple
bleed sacrificial blows
countless dreams in a dream
descend in a flash
dead on the rocks
cut to shreds
radio signal stir
in deep space dark
you arrive from the corner
when i close my eyes
particles of light shower
the flow and chi
gone boom in a chimey
bloom and peace
and the riddle flows
down the soft of the thigh
if you’re looking
for some meaning in this
i’m thinking
meaningful sex
hear the panther prowling
lion roaring
city speeding
ocean thundering
coyotes from hell
leaping for your death
hear the call
from the raw and vital
in the mood of wayfarers
scrambling for shade
on this branded terrain
any shade
standing on the bank
of a phantom lake
the earth shriveled
like a wrecked face
you arrive from the corner
when i close my eyes
countless dreams in a dream
descend in a flash
dead on the rocks
cut to shreds
and the riddles flows
down the soft of the thigh
if you’re looking
for some meaning in this
i’m thinking meaningful sex
hear the panther prowling
lion roaring city speeding
ocean thundering
coyotes from hell leaping for your death
hear the call
from the raw and vital
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the day i woke up
the silence broke up
shadows fell off
the body rose up
the bottom was all
left to catch the fall
into a blinding peak
i made it quick
in a lightning stroke
i dove into a wake of beauty
(chorus)
beauty need do nothing
to be beautiful
pitch your head in the light
and just be
dust in the teeth
hear the calling
rear your head up
seize the day
the day i woke up
the silence broke up
shadows fell off
the body rose up
eyelids closed
a twisting tunnel
immense in the dark
incredible glow
through a heavenly tube
i rose into a starry zenith
(chorus)
the day i woke up
the silence broke up
shadows fell off
the body rose up
in a sea-breezed convertible
unbridled affection among strangers
off a highway i drove
into a new horizon
(chorus)
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sunken to the neck
in a sludge pit
i think of ice cones burritos
varied forms of atrocious love
cries for new freedom
a giant pink umbrella
enough ice-packed cervezas
how ’bout a drive-in picture
spring nights fresh lawns
mosquitoes
(chorus)
the color the heat
the blaze the madness
the angels appear
faithfully in the clear
under a burning sun in rome
early this morning
i woke up
i felt like robert deniro
mohawked outcast loner
a burnout scenario
a .45 ’neath the pillow
rooming house stained with sorrow
how ’bout scotch with the video
not even death cures rejection
(chorus)
serial killer’s sojourn
prey upon illusions
shake the body in its blood
bathe in pure invasion
sip some past life regression
peel away from introspection
how ’bout a rope from the rafters
with night comes the moment
(chorus)
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although logic never tampered with glamour
the screams follow you into silence
traipsing fields mined with nightmares
you return with a strange awareness
(chorus)
hyperhead, rid yourself
burnout like a flaming tree
run across the blackened sea
fling your star beyond the summit of dream
the tolerance for loneliness
exceeds enlightenment
you fell into a dark spell of chrome
the ideas you come out with shatter
the reality the rest are asleep with
death is the only exception to madness
you chase shadows with manic intemperance
(chorus)
—for roger
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you hold me, i am weak
chimes clap in reverie
lord knows what’s out for me
word drunk on poetry
i’m restless, i am weak
hold a fool and his feats
your shoulders meet the peaks
i emerge cheek to cheek
(chorus)
whistling on the edges of a cloud
wet from slick creations i abound
wrestling thru the ages only to
come down
i’ve got some heat to sink
melt down the relics
relieve the fitful dreams
blow out the guilt, inner trappings
fling out to blue where stars crowd
the vapor trails, eyes balled
new hampshire
fresh air and trees
do you leave the bitch on the subways
convoying in spray paint
the loneliness of a goddess
the laughter the tears
the cruel eyes on you
we all go a little mad sometimes
haven’t you?
i’ve got some heat to sink
melt down fitful dreams
blow out the trappings
go to blue where stars crowd
vapor trails eyes balled
falling with the ash
a pelting unconsciousness
teeming unabashedly
(chorus)
the fiery mechanics of a lone wolf lunging through a carnal skull
i see my reflection drooling in the chrome
i am the whole of man
in a hole of vast emptiness
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the night was purple
i dreamt of sushi computers
vodka ran like a river
i was able to consider
what it would be like with you again
anaconda
what it would be like with you again
slithering softly nest in my ear
cold and dry empty fear
squeezing the life out of me
the moon looked awkward
instead of eating
i made a conscious effort
to feed my subconscious with
what it would be like with you again
anaconda
what it would be like with you again
intoxicating memory crash
prolong the urge make it last
squeezing the life out of me
to delve into a future i could determine
i slid the glass door open to keep from passing out
the mountain air dark and cool
like a squeezing anaconda
anaconda
what it would be like with you again
slithering softly nest in my ear
cold and dry empty fear
intoxicating memory crash
prolong the urge make it last
squeezing the life out of me
anaconda
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close in the shelter
rude scent of life there
eyes turn to coal there
there’s no rescue
only refuge
as the heat drives us
further down the pits
subterranean…
hot pearls alight there
vague shapes are pouting
a rat soul is starving
subterranean……
she comes ’round to flower
soft breeds in darkness
mean shades of likeness
subterranean…
the game shows of consciousness submerged
in a lukewarm field of mud
madness abounds there
aloft in reclusion
the dark paints illusion
subterranean…
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i can see right through to your leather edge
you’re the perfect secret weapon
burning down the alleyways eatin’ stars
looking mighty nice here she comes
jewels venus
jewels come lead us
jewels venus
venus, redeem us from ourselves
just when things are looking up
i’m standing in hell
sweet tramp’s delight ignites the mind
basslines boom to the chorus line
arriving from the labors of hippydome
fee-fi-fo-fum here she comes
her head rolls like a flower
in the wake of innocence
in the dark she breaks the beast in men
tossed in the void of deception
jewels venus
yeah, she’s something else
jewels venus
jewels come lead us
jewels venus
venus, redeem us from ourselves
just when things are looking up
i’m standing in hell
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after all’s been sung and done
and the house lights come on
and the band’s packed and gone
bound for the next big show
remember what caught your eyes
after fate’s final trendy glow
i like butterscotch absorbing punk rock
demi in rebox
anything demi deems
remember the white glow
the taste of a pillow
ants in your pantyhose
the vomiting sparrow
serene still chimes in morning light
next door beaten wife left in a child’s mind
soulless videos
deniro in a cameo
poets in slow-mo
freaks in a sideshow
wet debauched nights
the living daylights
rednecks on the roadside
closing time
dante’s purgato
a whack on the elbow
writhing on a slanted floor
chinese to go!
after all’s been sung and done
and the house lights come on
and the band’s packed and gone
bound for the next big show
remember what caught your eyes
after fate’s final trendy glow
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never forget the eternal glow that fires the poem
the eternal glow, unleashing the mind
the eternal glow, the primal lick and stick
to the void
the next sunrise
melts the black in the eyes
i hear your heart beating
are you deaf to mine?
the first word that came to the mind
the disaster rising
shit!
never forget the eternal glow that fires the poem
the eternal glow, unleashing the mind
the eternal glow, the primal lick and stick
to the void
standing deaf and blind
devoid of space and time
weary trees writhing in a spawning armageddon
the first word that came to the mind
the blistering sunrise
shit!
never forget the eternal glow that fires the poem
the eternal glow, unleashing the mind
the eternal glow, the primal lick and stick
to the void
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impossible
unattainable
i love the sound
i nail the darkest clouds
in heaven’s realm
to know the right
and do the right
i take flight and ascend
i’m here to win
(chorus)
that’s volition
these are the consequences
man a mission
tear the holy vision
predilections
for the highest man
come out
standing ahead
to know the right
to fill it out with dignity
to lend no quarter
to adversity
to never let up
to never give in
i’ll see this right through
to the end
i’m here to win
(chorus)
in the morning i wake up
one thing i’m sure of
the body
know what i’m made of
energy
i’ll see this right through to the end
(chorus)
rev’n up for the hour
i’ve got the keys to the power
come out standing ahead
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hanging from the rafters i’m a stone cold fable
i’m built like a fort in the core of sensation
i got a crush on you i can smell your future
soy tu vampiro, your voodoo escudero
night’s gentle hero clawing through your window
cuidado amor
the price of a star is a date with the devil
from the ooze and vapors i rose with primal passion
the slit cross your throat is a loving memento
in the sweat i see my reflection in your navel
a time corridor clocking through the ages
you’re so much better looking than the rice in the kettle
hello my sweet/who are you?
come closer doll/go away
know your slayer/i’ll scream
i’m your fate/god help me please
i want to meet you reach you douse you
throw you hold you mine you
shake you lock you lube you tie a bolt into you
bite you spill you taste you
tuck you tail you drive you
crank you bind you strip you
fill you shock you eat you
but first i want to arouse you
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pan
where did the pipes in the wind go?
when did the eyes feel a dead glow?
hunting the life from you
you like a parade float and a butt with love
you come like a raven in a werewolf’s glove
tearing butt with love
you stalk thru the dark with a mighty rod
hear gut-clubbing cries
the pan of the fields has dug deep to unearth
where we hide
(chorus)
you beat a man blue
you kick you bite and you chew
the rage of a cannibal so you
bou jeloud is on you
butting you beating you
taking you leaving you
gone* (gone)
in a storm you’re like a dart
you crush the mud
In your terror he flails
and he fumes but with love
bou jeloud is after you
he’s wild, he’s mad*
faint breath of panic born on the wind
(chorus)
fallen prey lost in the dark
night deaf to your cries
far away a mother mourns
her lost lamb’s eyes
succumb to the capture: vestal delight
the rapture that befell you echoes in flight
(chorus)
pan
where did the pipes in the wind go
when did the eyes feel a dead glow
hunting the life from you
so fragile in denial
run from it escape nothing
when the howl falls in your direction
abandon all hope then
grisly myth on your trail
digs deep within to prevail
raids your cells with a chill
and blows your dreams all to hell
RUN NAKED!
RUN SCREAMING!
THE FIRE IN THE EYES OF…
you beat a man blue
you kick you bite and you chew
the rage of a cannibal- so you
bou jeloud is on you
butting you beating you
taking you leaving you
gone* (gone)
*brion gysin
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i won a master race in a lottery,
call my vagrant task visionary.
i lead a horrid cast deep in poverty.
i pulled the stick and now i’m right there-
smokin’ a vagina in china
blowin’ a hole that’s fina-
than a lofty wench, than a bullet rip,
than a little peep at a virgin kick!
(whoo!)
we’re digging very deep
to escape the heat.
the earth’s pie crust in solar doom.
the earth careened with the moon, now i’m-
smokin’ a vagina in china
blowin’ a line that’s fina-
than a runway strip, a new continent,
a light arcing thru a crucifix.
(whoo!)
(fuckee-suckee, g.i.
fuckee-suckee, g.i.
heil suckee! g.i.)
from oblivion we awakened,
last witnesses to a vast tribe
empowered with all it needed
to lead the race to spoilage.
the ashen relics bespeak a silent
history of glut and slaughter,
and how, with great surprise
came a switch in equinoxes and collision.
smokin’ a vagina in china
blowin’ a hole that’s fina-
than an eye socket, a deep pocket,
a sacrificial pool, unconsciousness.
(yeah!)
a cosmos set to conquer
through its grinding wheels
the seedling’s evolution to discorporation.
crushing earthling dominance like an insect nest.
leaving the earth wobbling on its axis;
the moon, wedged in the earth’s burning teeth.
smokin’ a vagina in china
blowin’ a line that’s fina-
than a razor slit, blue horizon,
spider web, ultraviolet!
(yeah-ooo!)
looming from the top of the sky
and far below the slanted
horizon: a scorched lunar cavity
eclipsing every drop of water from the surface.
smokin’ a vagina in china
blowin’ thru a world darker
than a rolling pit of black vomit
oozing mild doom, lugubrious.
I’m left to lead what’s left
of every animal and soul carcass,
to dig deep, to the roots of china,
to the fabled fruits, and fruition among cool
shadows on a planet
flaming out, hurled without
anchor.
smokin’ a vagina in china
blowin’ a line that’s fina-
than a snow drift, a new continent,
a new planet, far from this sinking ship!
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boulder, i hear it
(where is your ocean?)
when i’m on the top of the peak
(waves crashing)
looking down with my eyes closed
you and i are not complete
(without an ocean)
the delicate balance of water land and man
boulder, i hear it
(where is your ocean?)
when i’m on the top of the peak
(waves crashing)
looking down with my eyes closed
you and i are not complete
(without an ocean)
the delicate balance of water, land, and man
the delicate balance of water, land, and man
(fleshy earth that thrusts itself)
if waves hurled themselves against you
(fleshy earth that thrusts itself)
if waves hurled themselves against you
(fleshy earth that thrusts itself)
up in ecstasy, think what you would be
(fleshy earth that thrusts itself)
if waves hurled themselves against you
(fleshy earth that thrusts itself)
if waves hurled themselves against you
(fleshy earth that thrusts itself)
up in ecstasy think what you would be
if night threatened to swallow you whole
and we were all standing on your sandy back in the glow
if night threatened to swallow you whole
and we were all standing on your sandy back in the glow
of bonfires
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You like a parade float
and a butt
with love.
You come like a raven
in a werewolf’s glove,
tearing butt with love.
You stalk
through the dark
with a mighty rod
hear gut-clubbing cries.
The Pan of the fields
has dug deep to unearth
where we hide.
(chorus)
You beat a man blue,
you kick, you bite, and you chew.
The rage of a cannibal- so you.
Bou Jeloud is on you,
butting you, beating you,
taking you, leaving you,
gone,
In a storm you’re like a dart,
you crush, the mud.
In your terror he flails and he fumes
but, with love.
Bou Jeloud is after you,
he’s wild, he’s mad.
Faint breath of panic born
on the wind.*
(chorus)
*inspired by g, brian russell, brion gysin
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Little yellow umbrellas,
cervezas under the sun.
Mexico gleaming in sacrificial blood.
Sinking deep in raw pools
virgins willing to come.
The ancient stone is on the rise!
Styrofoam bunnies afloat in season,
dead on arrival the Kingdom Come.
Flashbacks of blizzards, cunning young runts
scraping out angels, killing for candy eggs.
(chorus)
If I venture
20,000 leagues under the sea
to meet Jules Verne
on the nature of deep things,
there lies a quantum of hope
for a hungry pope drifting
like a tumbleweed.
From the eerie planets
the east coast is aglow,
a landfill studded with carnage,
a billion screaming souls.
The black angel appeareth
on the prison walls.
No one spared on a planet
hurled like a broken yoke.
Traipsing horizons like spiders
wicked black rainbows.
Voices flit like moths
in a stingy glow.
Heads rear in apocalypse.
(chorus)
Picnic tables, Latin music;
a perfect Sunday
to drink and make a god.
Hideous rabbits, pinatas from Mars.
Oceans bathe the dreams of the dead.
Awkward young poets teem with vision,
hit broken highways in search of errant suns.
Filling their heads with slick azure guns,
dancing on beaches soaked in petroleum.
(chorus)
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WHEN THE MOON FALLS OUT
THINGS GO BACK AROUND
THEN I’LL PRAY…
THANK GOD FOR A BEAUTIFUL DAY.
glorious interiors,
the barns are lined
with felt pigs’ ears.
the malt , she’s fine
when she’s malt liquor.
what i’d give to live,
free to piss off the curb.
not be a slave…
to the dawning day.
WHEN THE MOON FALLS OUT
THINGS GO BACK AROUND
THEN I’LL PRAY…
THANK GOD FOR A BEAUTIFUL DAY.
TILL THEN I’LL PRAY
GOD, KEEP THE SUN AWAY.
eaten out,
the flaming land of trout,
everything in the south,
anything with a mouth
is shipping out,
every chip and seed,
rock, technology,
(to Jupiter!)
or some other fucking place.
WHEN THE MOON FALLS OUT
THINGS GO BACK AROUND
THEN I’LL PRAY…
THANK GOD FOR A BEAUTIFUL DAY.
TILL THEN I’LL PRAY
GOD, KEEP THE SUN AWAY.
we live by night
in the grapes of wrath,
in a torrent of myth,
abandoned faith.
surprising science,
circus tents and lore,
the earth swallowed
the moon like caviar!
in the shimmering brilliance
a miracle millennia,
mercurial surfers,
transcendent resplendence,
tenacious manic seers,
mosaic rivers,
and a day
beyond heaven’s gate.
till then I’ll pray
keep the sun away!
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i live
in the valley of the dead.
i work in a soda shop
where they have no heads.
the bombardiers,
floating plastic queers
are quite the hit.
sucking helium
from a ten ton drum
they float in fits.
(chorus)
Before high noon
this sordid shift will end soon.
Born alone,
after the sun ate the moon,
wearing its sweat into oblivion.
the armless casuals
slightly brainless and bashful,
unique as usual.
you wonder how,
how do they manage to live.
the bondage found
surviving underground
is no Ritz.
grass is a rainbow
in the pits.
(chorus)
raw, at the genitals
i’m quite the hip.
born without legs
i sport a mean midriff.
life without moon
a sundry perilune
makes the earth sick.
Tunneling for cool,
a wounded rat in darkness.
(chorus)
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life begins and ends on Colfax
bodies purge the night
hide the day
take the money and run
shapes conspire to freeze into eternities of disfigurement
the waitress whore is genuinely patient
and we fit in
race is not an issue
survival is the only low note played continuously
walking dancing driving flying
the drivel explodes to a fist fight on the pavement
a head being beaten against the cement is no longer a head
could you stay with me tonight?
it’s a hard place to be alone
sometimes it moves too fast out here
and a broken dream lies with the other trash
or gets blown away or just disappears…
salivating tongues stare at the window
fingering their cup of coffee
looking to another planet on the insides of their eyelids
a man wears lipstick unpretentiously in his long black leather coat
no one will bother telling him he has it on
and we fit in here
between the cracks and the crack
we walk on Colfax as if it is our mother’s back
her nipple bruised and disturbed
tucked under ground
dehydrated meat puppets delight in running the sidewalk
no one barters in souls
it is an unprofitable black market
here the flash of a dollar speaks
and a little eye contact is all that’s necessary
(they’re giving away sandwiches at the office depot parking lot.
they’re giving away sandwiches at the office depot parking lot.
they’re giving away sandwiches at the office depot parking lot…)
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Decline.
I’m going extinct, it’s a bitch.
Resigned
from uphill climbs, lofty ambitions.
Plied
in the tow of Vesuvius.
The hands of time
hang dry and lifeless.
Alone,
I pine for resurrection.
(chorus)
Filling dreams,
twisted schemes: evolution.
My extinct race
squirms in the faith of skeletons.
Elaborate shells, fingernails,
I paint faceless fossils,
right on the walls of the times!
RIGHT ON!
Decline.
I’m going extinct in ultra-pink.
Dry
and yearning like a dead seed.
Reclined
like the Sphinx in a frozen Egypt.
I fly
with the minds wondering caverns.
I lie
on the proximate line with the infinite.
(chorus)
I cry
for the ravage left behind.
Scattered
in the dust of millions.
Throw a lifeline
I’m sinking deeper.
Drill
to an open eye inflame an iris.
The mind
a mirage on stone walls.
Headless painters squirm in flight
of the dipterous.
Armless angels seize the highs
of stone pilots.
As it is I’m packed with lime
and nameless dead fish,
right on the walls of the times!
RIGHT ON!
decline…
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(THE FEAR by Jim Morrison)
Eternal consciousness
in the Void
(makes trial & jail seem almost
friendly)
a Kiss in the Storm
(Madman at the wheel
gun at the neck
space populous & arching
coolly)
A barn
a cabin attic
Tour own face
stationary
in the mirrored window
fear of restroom’s
Tragic cold neon
I’m freezing
animals
dead
white wings of
rabbits
grey velvet deer
The Canyon
The car a craft
in wretched
SPACE
Sudden movements
& your past
to warm you
in Spiritless
Night
The Lonely Highway
Cold hiker
Afraid of Wolves
&his own
Shadow
The Wolf
who lives under the rock
has invited me
to drink of his cool
Water.
Not to splash or bathe
But leave the sun
& know the dead desert night
& and the cold men
who play there.
a ha
Come on, now
luring the traveler
Mighty Voyager
Curious, into its dark womb
The graves grinning
Indians of night
The eyes of night
Westward luring
into the brothel, into the blood bath
into the Dream
The dark Dream of conquest
& Voyage
into night, Westward into Night
The last titillating
semi-masturbating
little tease in the ground
I found
was a hole!
The land receding
the sound of voices impeding
the salt packing
the earth-
I found a hole!
(chorus)
I’m making headway
I’m making headway
I’m making headway
To the seas underground
To the life to be found
There’s Kif King,
his nether-prairie scene,
electric acres
bursting with hemp
and better dreams!
There’s a garage
immaculate
intact and exact with
vernacular perpendicular
with - a hole!
(chorus)
There’s Stif Spring
lost in epopee,
Mystic Antenna Chick,
Do-Ho!
We’re SCI-FI UTERUS,
slightly lugubrious
inspired by miracles
found - in a hole!
(chorus)
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