Dawn's Love Song
I become hungry and eat all metaphors in sight,
I'm a colorblind spiritual seeker,
I only see the things that glow
with fabulous radiance,
the rotting corpses and dying daydreams
falling like sick dogs around me
I do not see,
are invisible to my sacred peripheral vision,
I only hear them snap and crack
under the step of my holy steel-toed boots
which guide me with a mother's affection
past gutters and bones into light fantastic,
and I keep walking,
following instinct and infinity's heartbeat,
speaking with unwanted ghosts that fear the dying of the night,
yet knowing that dawn is no more than a love song.
Ballad of the Beat
We who rise
out of the vast miles of human wreckage
only to glimpse a single new ray of sunlight,
We who die
a million deaths with no hope of salvation,
We who do not sleep
and must therefore dream in real life,
We who sing
in cemeteries and dance in mud,
We who dare not rest
our tired bones for fear of death,
We the lowest of the low
who seek the highest high,
We who sleep
under these stars and have no home to speak of,
We who have been forsaken
heaven by the gods of the land,
yet refuse to burn in their hells,
We who search
for a truth in this carnival of lies,
We who make of our lives
beautiful poetry that no one will ever read,
We who were never really alive
yet will never truly die,
Stand up,
it is time to be counted.
All-together now,
let us torch these burning hearts that love no more.
swan dive song
straighter then a
broken arrow falling
flat tires
and one headlight flashing
I cruise the strip fantastic
swerving drunk on glorious life
slowly pouring into death
crooked is the way of the wicked
likewise I fall,
cart-wheeling down main street
over broken glass and green grass
side by side with the ghosts
of the greatest minds of my generation
and if the poet is not god
your souls will not be saved tonight
I trail blaze and bleed miles
gushing blood that gives life
tripping over broken minds
I draw the sword from the stone
and chop off my own head
no more king for a day
and the war gets bloody
broken teeth still smiling
blown minds still shining
fallen voices still singing
this swan dive song
waiting for the dropping of the bombs
2000 zero zero, part over,
oops, out of time.
spinning the circle grows bolder
laughing the pain feels older
as the fire fades further away
the final spark shrinks into
a single speck of light
indistinguishable in this
all consuming nightfall.
if we weren't deaf to this noise
it would drown us all out
Stoned on SoBe(S.O.S.)
pheromones shoot
like uzis
the scent of burnt rubber
from gecko girls
in extraterrestrial
hyper-space mini-skirts,
sidewalks wiggle like worms
thru translucent mini-malls
that lay gloating like
fat lazy toads in the sun
on Commercial Drive,
while cigarettes are being
lit by strangers continuously,
and four-headed fashion
models materialize
out of damp misty alleyways,
go-go dancers
slide electric
down Groovy Street,
and the neon signs
speak a futuristic
liquid-like lingo,
they tell me where to go.
Allen Ginsberg, deceased,
lounges in the lotus position
Buddha-like on the sidewalk
waiting for his boyfriends.
The windows of skyscrapers
flicker with synchronized
psychedelic white light
emanating an aura of
Armageddon parties
and condominium oneness.
Invisible imaginary ghosts
steal your money,
your wallet is missing.
A stripper shows me
her a** on a barstool,
all the girls
are showing me
their bras for free.
II.
I'm next to nothing
I'm waiting for whatever
on this rubber Friday
I'm a Buddha-Dog with
yin-yang eyeballs and
space-time continuums in my brain,
I had to go
eye-less for ages
in order to learn the
wonders of tears,
a star burns
in my chest
radiating eight points of light
from me to you,
I sit outside
purgatory supermarkets
with an ancient aborigine nomad
while girls glide by
with stars shining on their nipples,
flashing their sinister
colossal shopping bags
and electric money.
Buildings are now being made
by piling old television sets
one on top of the other
stretching all the way
to syndicated heaven,
inside, the walls are
multi-screened
entertainment centers,
They house electrode vampires
in search of an antidote,
vampires who suck
energy out of MTV,
and grow horizontal & unreal.
I close my eyes and
lose the reception.
III.
I awoke this morning
with the words
'burn, baby, burn'
etched in my chest
two fingers
fear and point
to a path that
lies like a tongue
while rocks spell out my name
& eyeballs lick my chest.
Lost in a sea
of madgazing eyes,
I welcome you to the city.
Canvas
You are a puff of smoke
circling, entwining
round my body,
permeating me with your stench.
You are the essence of dreams
from which I awake
sweaty and lost
and lie in bed perplexed,
tossing and turning all night.
I mold your body
and twist your shape to my liking,
Mona Lisa, Venus de Milo,
your form stretches
at my slightest whim,
you morph on demand,
your flesh is like clay
at my touch,
you are my David,
I Michelangelo.
With each stroke
you become abstract, disconnected,
your essence is my confusion,
you wear my anxiety for a face,
your breasts are my doubts,
your feet my desperate solitude,
you walk for miles
with nowhere to go.
With my reds
I fill your veins with blood,
a warmth sensual like a touch
that gives you life,
passion into the night.
My blues fill your eyes,
with them you gaze out
at my green seas
and become lost in them.
delicious debris
a sort of balance must be achieved
in order to create the right colour of cheese
a liquid like wax
sprinkled with emotions galore
mixed, spun, heated to the max
gives euphoria, leg cramps, and so much more
a subtle spark that burns a fire
strikes a pose, accentuates desire
an odor like regret growing stale
a memory like a face that glows pale
a cornucopia of candy wrapper
littered about like delicious debris
making sounds like machine-gun psuedo-jabber
that make the ears twist, the brain go glee
a cue beckoning response
an unconscious conversation
does nothing but leave it to chance
and in hope's hand yields cosmic elation
no. 32
crazy falling
sound wailing
excommunication
colored
butter soul smack
crystal face
and eyes like
diamond
shine crazy
lips like steel
punch hearts in
blow up the pretty
camera lens eyeball
black eye gaze
rips tears shreds
soft white skin
I'm in the coming
is the going on to
in the never will
no never will
the last time is
the last time is
the last time
never again