"starry eyed love-lorn"

the stars are out 
observer in the wings
if I could hold onto the wings I know you have
I could launch myself into.....
but I bit the curb
when I fell from your favor.
4-1-00

"whistlin' dixie at mid-nite while the band marches on"

nauseated quadro-palegic midget lepers
come to the kingdom for a day
the lions come to the clouds to float over the trees
but the jesters are having a tea party
the winner of the game of pin the tail
on the jack-ass will win the key,
but the loser will win the door
the fogged mirror is unable to answer
the questions that are posed by 
the unclear translucent head 
floating behind the mirrored glass
and today the maze may not be solved
but there's always
tomorrow.......

"the fading dream of wings"

she shed her coat
to expose her wings,
fingertips touch the stars
crushing the holes
dust down through the sky
the powdering ecstasy of milky afterthought
tasted like organically machine- processed newly opened
cans of heart healing medicine
it tastes like heart break,
it tastes like heart ache,
it tastes like fear,
it tastes like the flames of a funeral pyre
long burning the invisible fuel,
but the after-bite
is the sweetest taste
of 
victorious
enigma

"leperdom commendium"

scabs around the neck
stitches coming out
refusing the blindfold
in front of the firing squad
you said you knew
but were blind to the implications
of the words from the depths of the soul
and as the sun rose
hearts set still awake
as fingers and toes fall to the ground
nails fall from flesh
the taste of limbs, lightly salted
fills the voided holes on the yearning faces
we're here on the foreign shore
waiting for the ball of fire,
shooting rays of imploration into the 
velvet satellites on top of heads
in the ocean our appendages
have been packaged and shipped overseas
dying on the shore
they don't want us,
only the disease...

"loss of rags"

climbing the stairway
heavens so far away
if I saw the silver in the lining
of the clouds
perhaps I'd like to believe
but it all seems so
disturbingly serene
and how would I make the jump?
would the winged chariot catch my fall?
i'm learning the things 
overly wicked and overly holy men will never understand
I stand on my own
make it barefoot through the snow
with nothing but the meat on the bone
I may be running on dry
but I make it on my own
standing truly tall
on my own accord....

"bum rap loser blues"

i'm not a respectable man
I don't pretend to be
not so righteous
,as you can see,
when I leave,
promise you'll forget me

"dwindling laughter, the tomato puree"-or-"for nicci"

if great minds think alike
i'm glad to be in your company
for the buds of my plant flower
for your mind
and to think it all started
in someone else's backyard
some strange shrubbery
what did we know
we were stupid and young
impulsive
who knew the thoughts
that did come after
when our relation came to this
to our own minds we're talent-less,
but soon the world will disagree

"?"

existence-
where does it lie?
is it a crashing in the hall of echoes?
I was chicken scratching on my back
and I thought you knew it....
but the hour glass hangs inverted
and time is nothing but a shadow
the scent of pungency
is impending
in the hallway translucent
did you know the alley cat
who thought he was just a bastard?
there was word that the bird flew the coop,
but I looked
and it was
only you..