Deep Groves

counting moments...slips of tongue arcing breath.....trying to carve my way to discernment..truth over flesh.........do any of the masks spinning love around my frame actually hold to this as hard edges....sincerity in the hip pockets of their cast lines....or is it all frail and broken carnival frivoloties to pass the ticking of second hands....what do you believe when duplicity seems to be the road to everything...Hope and gutter swell prayers in the curves they double dutch shuffle in the side periphery of my lone moon haunts is what sustains the theatrics of my belly crawl through the crumbled ruins of this archaic arch I find within the dazed hazed stumble I call life.....yet still....doubt knaws my chewed over bones......my ears tentative to the high stroke timbre of a lie playing hip holster to their verbage.....to their limbs in manic sultry shape......to the patterns of past mistakes......

It's why i do the bi-polar shake bake to the jump cliff huddle down hollow hill to craggy forest junk heap in the seconds it takes to chest heave deep.....it's why in every footfall that places me closer to the sweat of our skin enmeshed in sin I backflip ten feet to shutter curtains between our heat.....it's why every door ghost creaked open to the placement of articulate fingers upon the thumps of blood....I feel the deer in headlight adrenalin game of push and shove.....it;s why lonely hermitage with wailing howls to the beat up harp blues is sometimes an easier road to rule.......easier then the bullseye paint stamp the possibility of intimacy trumps within me.......yet still my pit toss bones in the prescient weave of silk that has laid it's palbability upon the fork tongue adder lisp of my fate leaves me little choice in the cemetary willow that has sung my lullaby since my momma's womb spat me to back alley streets and said goodbye..For in the storybook sigh that has followed all the passing of sun to shade in the drown boogie jazz horned skip step of my solitary transit there has always been the empty symbolistic runed hallow hollow that should be a woman's sillouette.....and no matter the shark teeth grunt pull of my every whim and limb straining against the cosmic pre written loom spun novel of my down trodden hovel...in the end.......my flesh wll form to bend...it is inevitable....inevitable as death calling me it;s own.....of taking me to the endless dark of the deep grove....

Lonely

I'm feeling lonely on a lonely day

I’m feeling lonely on a lonely night

I met some girls, they seem so nice

but when you get to know them

their heart's as cold as ice

Lon lon lonely days

Lon lon lonely nights

Lon lon lonely days

Lon lon lonely nights

I want to tear out my eyes

see what’s underneath

spirit licking heart

or just rotting teeth

Lon lon lonely days

Lon lon lonely nights

Lon lon lonely days

Lon lon lonely nights

I want to climb

find myself alone

I want to fall

I want to break bones

Lon lon lonely days

Lon lon lonely nights

Lon lon lonely days

Lon lon lonely nights

I want to get high

brush feathers across my face

I want to hide

for once in my life feel safe

Lon lon lonely days

Lon lon lonely nights

Lon lon lonely days

Lon lon lonely nights

I’m feeling lonely on a lonely day

I’m feeling lonely on a lonely night

I met some girls, they seem so nice

but when you get to know them

their heart's as cold as ice

Lon lon lonely days

Lon lon lonely nights

Lon lon lonely days

Lon lon lonely nights

God Help Me!!

God Save Me!!!

I don’t want to be alone!!!

I don’t want to be alone!!!!

Towers, Cards & Symphony

Heart built upon a tower of cards...spluttering....Dueces running rampant...One-Eyed Jacks falling upon wayward swords....Queens and Kings breaking open dirges against the inevitibility of sacrifice....Aces gathering amongst themselves plotting rebellion....Hearts disappearing against a deluge of Spades.....Diamonds isolating with airs and talks of elitism...Clubs chanting prayers to the coming bloodshed in the crumbling of love....

A minstrel strums these images into a swirling mealstrom of circumstance...how love is a metaphor to opening oneself to a blade slipping beneath notice....to a symphony of sorrow coealescing within the confines of a chest....

Her words draw crayon cave paintings of romance and an embracing of flesh in statuesque tribute to paramours worldwide but her movements...her actual shooting of tongue into the crevice of limbs artfully sculpting acrimony in the stomping of spirits tells another sordid tale.....one of cracked sidewalks and ghost towns holding broken promises as stop signs.....the sillouettes of dreams haunting lonely streets......caterwhauling about the likelyhood of dissolution within the dead end avenues of holding to belief....

Red lights flash hovels in the wanton brothels of demure eyes hiding shy soulless glides into the treaties of hollow lies.....and the minstrel's strumming chords come to a slow low fading sound....his body leaning desperate and alone....limp and drained against the thin walls of a tumbleweed saloon....empty and irresolute to the charms of a heart , his lids drooping to unheard of incriminations of trust once again measured against the proliferation of lust over the merits of love......

The lights darken upon the town....shadows scrawling their indifferent melodies, the tower of cards long ago traversed to dust on a melancholy wind....and the music... no longer a viable road to relate a symphony that has no meaning nor ever did....a lonley man bereft of hope stares vacantly into the deepening of night....his fingers tapping murals to nothing and noone.....

Wonderland

Now I am just a clown you see

Lost in a maze of dreams

But some day I hope to find someone

To love me

I walk through this life blind to all

Laughing as I take a fall

The White Rabbit’s leading me

To Wonderland

For a friend would you die

I’d say yes and I cry

We all ask the question why

Torture is a common theme

In Wonderland

Now I am just a clown you see

All my stories make believe

But some day I hope to find

Someone to love me

I walk through this life

Blind to all

Laughing as I take a fall

The White Rabbit’s mocking me

In Wonderland

For a friend would you die

I’d say yes and I cry

We all ask the question why

Torture is a common theme

In Wonderland

Now this is where the story ends

You gave your life for your friend

All your tears washed away

Into your sea

That sacred place

In Wonderland

For a friend would you die

I’d say yes and I cry

We all ask the question why

Torture is a common theme

For a friend would you die

I’d say yes and I cry

We all ask the question why

Torture is a common theme

In Wonderland

Wonderland

Wonderland

Taken from above

Poem I wrote about twenty years ago

I remember the night

I was taken up in the bright lights

And the sights I was shown

Let me tell you

It started on a moon spoon spun walk

Deep within the Rustling leaves

Of free feeling forest trail

An escape from the city and it’s insanity

It’s incessant wail

Running from the raving road warriors

And their immoral lunacy

The bootlickers in their high school click mentality

Trying to hide in a mother’s warm womb

Primal elements in their rough wind

Watered laced embrace

So I did it

Went on isolated fire foray

Deep dark silhouetted wilderness jaunt

Just me and the leaves

Me and the furry friendly animal brethren

The soft chirp of avian haven

And then when serenity

Had settled itself into aching abused flesh

Calmness into battered bruised soul

It happened under contemplative sky

Star silvered lucid acid fry

I was taken

Kidnapped

Like a small child in a park

I was hoisted by blinding light

So bright I lost my sight

So filled with fright

I had no fight

Weak as a kitten

Wrapped so tight

Wrong fit better then right

And this is what I saw

I was strapped to metallic hard smooth surface

Ankles, wrists, throat, chest

And waist

I was so scared

My desert dusted mouth

Held a bitter taste

And then it came

The prodding and the poking

Robotic limbs stripped of flesh

Whirling and swirling in jointed jerky movement

Poking and prodding in places

I didn’t even know I had places

But it didn’t altogether feel uncomfortable

It rode the line between pleasure and pain

Like a hollow tube off a curl lip

In a break shore ride

Like a blood pumping lunar leering

Heroin high

With the downside sticking

sweet sadness inside the madness

Then like a Polaroid flash

When your eyes have spoken past

I saw them as I lay there

Bare to all they could do

Would do, Should do

They showed themselves

Sleek like mercury

Sturdy like steel

Beauty in the canines

Protruding from luscious lips

Sexiness in the cartoon curvatures

Of their thighs

The ballooning voluptuousness

Of their breasts

And the sultriness down low

Glistening sweat

And they made me salivate

Aroused me like a bullet shooting a barrel

A clown painting a smile

A back licking a whip

But this is where it turns hazy

Where my memory chews holes

Sucks the shadowed veins

But I’ll have to say

the image that tongue licked lipped my eye

In that final snapshot

That flurry in fortuitous visionary view

Leaves no question

No stone unturned

I had a doozy of a time

And when my eyes snapped open

I saw déjà vu leaves rustling

Moon spoon spun creek bed bustling

And I knew I had experienced the unmentionable

Tasted the unforgettable

And I would never see it again

I walked funny

I walked funny

For two weeks to the day

And every night went to bed

With a big fat grin

Silver saddled symmetry

Sometimes in moments between slips of breath drifting lips.....I miss the lumines of an answer shuffling thru the edges of cards -- runed paradoxical tales to tell a truth -- a glimpse into the underneath --- interlude to belief -- her eyes are as deep as ocean blue --- the rust of side holstered dream is turning flesh lean -- too much hunger not enough meat -- treat your trick to a lick of paradiscial illussion -- Eden has a certain appeal with the back tails of snakes rattling bones to the tone of reflective promise -- time to put up or shut up --- my grin is a loop I tool to swoop into the teeth carving the avarice of dualistic coin tosses into a pool radiant with redundancy and wishes too fragile to become anything other then the cusp of a maybe.......her womb calls to me in late night whispers --- home -- an interchangeable puzzle piece to the tick of a second hand coupling with turtle shelled misery in a memory --limbs too doggerel carnivourous in the apple pie and kiss the sky deliverance of hard street in the broken down gutter wails of a once upon a time chest swells of too much ego and not enough honesty -- slap a head into a wake me up lollipop of thighs and sweet pounds of flesh --- love is a hat whose rabbit i havent coaxed into high end hip popping dance floor jazz jigs --- take a swig and polly want a cracker dip into the labrynth of life in repose --- slip of luck -- should long ago known the bitter cup that was served straight up and realized the chain heavy weight of choices chosen in the rosy tap of youthful stutter steps holds gravity's center in it's fulcrum --- I toast spider cracked glass to the what ifs and could of beens of a lonely night howling to a moon wrapped in leather creases and lopsided smirks -- twinkling mirth in the not so graceful fall down the slope skid a knee lope of a dope in a poet's step........though I do imagine a promise in the eyes --- a kiss -- expected --- healing --- waiting --- my fingers flick a wish to the tip of hat and I match the moon's sardonic whimsy as i stroll into the deep burgeoning glimpse of luminess skimming the horizon.....my tongue lilts silver off a tonal note perfect in it's symmetry....

Peace Pipe

(20 yrs ago)

There’s a ticket to be got

There’s a dream to be had

There’s a cause to be fought

There’s another path

There’s a sadness going around

There’s an unrest to be found

There’s a sickness at the top

There’s freedom to be sought

Cause we live in a land where jail is the man

And freedom is the prize we pay for

They give us our hand

And say fate is our band

And the reason we all die for

But if there’s one thing I can tell you

From the bottom of my heart

Is love is the path we must take

It’s not war, it’s not pain

It’s not lies, it’s not fame

That will give us the comfort we yearn for

There’s a ticket to be got

There’s a dream to be had

There’s a cause to be fought

There’s another path

There’s a sadness going around

There’s an unrest to be found

There’s a sickness at the top

There’s freedom to be sought

Cause we live in a land where jail is the man

And freedom is the prize we pay for

They give us our hand

And say fate is our band

And the reason we all die for

But if there’s one thing I can tell you

From the bottom of my heart

Is love is the path we must take

It’s not war, it’s not pain

It’s not lies, it’s not fame

That will give us the comfort we yearn for

There’s a ticket to be got

There’s a dream to be had

There’s a cause to be fought

There’s a righteous path

There’s a sadness going around

There’s an unrest to be found

There’s a snake at the top

That makes our souls rot

Cause we live in a land

Where jail is the man

And freedom is the prize we give them

Cause they give us our hand

And say fate is our band

And the reason we all die for

But if there’s one thing I can tell you

From the bottom of my heart

Is love is the path we must take

We must choose love over hate

Before we all fall to our fates

We must choose love over hate

before we all fall to our fates

Peace Pipe

Death, Doors & Love

Silly shuffles along the creases of a smile....joy is a coin tossing off arthritic hands in the hope of a tomorrow expelling breath in these tumultous lands, it is a narrowing of eyes and a spark of spirit in jubilation of revelry in boundless arcs of dreaming one's fate........in knowing our path is a choice of foot finding purchase in the actions of revelation within one's pursuit of alchemy, in the catalytic transition into what one has aspired since birth from womb......since Creation laid it's scar worn hands upon the flesh you ride in thermal translocation into the ever ever of the loom's profound imprint upon your luminescent uplifting into all you hold to breast and chest and mind and shine in the surcease movement of incindiery blandishments in the cave crawl traipse of your spiraling ascent into all you believe to tread......it is a warm love in an old book you have read and bookmarked in the passage of your truth to the eternal embers charcoaled in the firmament of your burgeoning lullaby......into the symphonic rendering of your unique artistry in the skein of this world you are forever brush painting your threads upon.........the door is your death and first breath and cosmic jest to the byways of crossroads in the test that shall reap your rest in the fluttering angelic pursuance of all the gifts you were tokened to change what has been wrought, to buy back what has been bought.....to show humanity still has a kernal of the divine within it's corrupted flesh, and that we, as a people, can sculpt still, can remake that which was lost so long ago, that honor and respect and humility and courage and benevolance are still striations within our form, within our cognizance, within our butterfly break into dawn's beautific hello..........Love to love as love is loved...

Wheel House

The Lady's so hot

The Lady's so fine

She's rolling in my wheel house

The Lady's so hot

The Lady's so fine

She's rolling in my wheel house

Me and the boys taking the streets

all slicked up

and looking to meet

Gonna kick in the bars

slam some shots

create some noise

and get'em in their weak spots

The Lady's so hot

The Lady's so fine

She's rolling in my wheel house

The Lady's so hot

The Lady's so fine

She's rolling in my wheel house

The clubs are hitting

the women smoking

the music's tight

and we all fist pumping

But a lick and a card trick

a wink and some slow gin

and under the lights

we were ready to get in

But then the show stopped

She strutted to the beats of some hip hop

A dress cut short showing some thigh

tripping my game and doing a drive by

Bang Bang right to the chest

She made me stumble

doing a Mae West

The Lady's so hot

The Lady's so fine

She's rolling in my wheel house

The Lady's so hot

The Lady's so fine

She's rolling in my wheel house

She shimmied her sway

left me a slave

moved like liquid

and fucked with my brain waves

And there I was

a man of means

stuttering like a school boy

lost in a daydream

Yet I found my thrill

Struck my heart still

slipped to her hips

humming Blueberry Hill

that's right

Blueberry Hill

The Lady's so hot

The Lady's so fine

She's rolling in my wheel house

The Lady's so hot

The Lady's so fine

She's rolling in my wheel house

But this is one day

where this beauty Queen

refused to play

threw my game back

and shuffled away

But before she went

she blew a kiss and said

" I like girls and

you can drop dead"

The Lady's so hot

The Lady's so fine

She's rolling in my wheel house

The Lady's so hot

The Lady's so fine

She's rolling in my wheel house

And here's a shout out!!!!!!

Fireside Backdrops in Gray Skies Singing Lullabies

Sometimes men in trenchcoats Oliver Twist my emotions....leave empty shells in hollow caves in their place.......it is in these moments I find myself frigid,an inarticulate puppet to vast empty plains.....void of all semblence of heart and hope...counting flips of coins defaced of all runic symbols...blank and meaningless against a sky gray and listless....and in these blinks of time spanning breath...I wonder where my spirit has come to rest...laid it's open grave in the vast cosmos from which it gave life to the limbs carousing flesh to the lupine movement of my once sun emblazoned attonement....and the ticks beat out low humming frailties to the melody of my furtive lapse in emotive elucidations.....it's a good thing my holster creases leather to air asking for pistols in cold iron expression........the smoke drifting to a sorrowful dirge.......I long to some day lick the flames of what I once knew....long to fuck the vorasciousness of hunger that used to grind my hips.....used to fly winged from my lips........my eyes hammer anvils to the long fall of a forever dream....and it is in waking worlds I story drop the cliff edge of a fable seeking corner street tables to set the label of truth in a beggar's song.....her fuck me walk used to be the chalk I would inscribe the elements of streets into the belief of better places after falling faces lingering traces of nectar in the teeth of my cock engorged in the bouncing wishes of a better life...and now all that drumbeats my ears are the foghorns of a shipwrecked sea.....no longer her breasts heaving breath caterwhauling the inspiration to believe......tumbleweeds roll along dustbowl lullabies.....it is long past the time I should of said goodbye

West Coast Blues

Sleeping on the rooftops of Seattle

dreaming the dreams I dream

as I play the music all through the night

and listen to the thunder of the sea

It's murkier then I remember

the lights have all dimmed down

the heaviness is getting heavier

my soul is homeward bound

'Cause things ain't always easy as easy is easy

and things don't go as they should

but hell I'm cheesy as cheesy is cheesy

and I'm the engine that could

So here I am in the middle of this race

God touched and the beauty of her face

getting mired in the madness of this place

she took a trip and I'm losing her taste

'Cause things ain't always easy as easy is easy

and things don't go as they should

but hell I'm cheesy as cheesy is cheesy

and I'm the engine that could

The serenity of serendipity

teaches me the smiles of love's mystery

now people say I have a bad history

but I'm telling myself it's a brand new story

'Cause things ain't always easy as easy is easy

and things don't go as they should

but hell I'm cheesy as cheesy is cheesy

and I'm the engine that could

Sleeping on the rooftops of Seattle

dreaming the dreams I dream