truths are uttered in tongues.
murmurs of a named fear
holiday and his gunmen,
puppets, witches, 
and lust assumptions.
so,
if all dogs go to hell,
please,
just put me down.
slow burn, down your throat
searing hearts, flesh evoked
infidel wives, inflamed and widowed 
self provoked (enlisted). 


and
you cannot tell 
me
how much I 
die
for your hand.
(inverse?)
irrelevant.


and it turns out, 
all the lovers just act like sadists
all the pious act like rapists (?)
all the devils act like saints
and you and I
fuck with fate

tugging on pantlegs and noosing laces

peering upon Pop's empty corpus spaces

children coveting villains

so colorful and dreamy

each line wrought in principle and passion

the real ones only confused..

and the heroes sheath their weapons,

merely reality show amused

they bait you into belief

riffraffs of self imposed grief

homeless synapses dashing

every imbalanced chemical

every autumn blood drop crashing

ancestors drifting in the night air

wanderlusting in the slim mackenzie county fair

.

setting insects aflame, while

playing god on the side walk of shame

flicking appendages and ashing -

taste buds of youth, nostalgia flashing -

aspiration

lost among street corner cashing

they walk among the dead

they walk among the living

they walk among the kindred

i drift in the penitent night

will you not come home?

will you clench your fists for one last fight?

or will you just come home?

just to tell your mother it won't be alright

goodbye, black monday

perched upon the window

a sadist with veiled sensitivity

daemon or document

shield your eyes and stare into palpable abyss

is it blindness or brilliance?

why look away

the gunslinger in the window

cocked in a contest of will

the child in the street

lays down his guns and burns his bandana

the licking fire

tasted, stifled, and spewed by exile esquire

these desolate closets lacking attire

stars

inked upon your knees

sties

the widower cannot see

if you bow to none

why do you look away

the footprint and sandcastle remains

not in atoms or clay

do not look away

broken crayons lay breaking with christ and cracking cosmetics

the beaten path and the trail of tears run parallel

ducts desiccated

open your eyes child

open your arms to the flies

see with your eyes half open and your heart whole hated

and shatter any glass that is not completely full

Had I been sleeping or have I been asleep the whole time. Palpable enervation's of worlds. One world there, there another. As if adolescence and playing god were indistinguishable. Airy celestial objects and energies that separate and divide then converge interchangeably. Solidarity or self actualization. Self defined, or defined self define. Hey. Hey you. Welcome back. 

every glass,

a reflection of you.

screaming whispers

of fear

and far from.

and it took this long for god to speak

and you may rise boy

but the sun also falls.

shall i die on my knees,

or walk through your hell?

and i knew that our silence meant 

i had broken my deal with the devil

cards played tight to my chest,

clenching tighter to your desire

to somehow rekindle 

the euphoric fire.

please do not let me 

not let myself

drown.

it will pass

i swear 

it will pass.

cyclical and kind

my god has taught i again

this was,

like before,

batman and belligerence,

blood and briefly spewed vows

an oath without mention

of callow sounds.

and i have not walked far enough.

see,

i replaced your hell with mine.

and the desire

has to be satiated with time.

so let me walk

and let it bite

up my fingers

and desiccate sights

of autumn leaves

holiday photos, hollow

and sallow

in their vivacity

suddenly dull

and hard

not to follow.

see,

when i found you, i had lost god.

see,

i lost you and found 

me. 

I'm the happiest sadist around once surrendered to the drink

- KB

And if I do not miss a part of you, part of me is dead.

My dear, I hear your voice in mine.

sheets

on the march

from the cross to the county jail

pay the offering and offer the bail

clanking coins drip dropping through liver

and loin

Mengele and me

hunched over bar and bucket

clanking bottles echo

fuck it - noosed up and caught

quivering black handed

honey! go play!

bad primer or empty clip

a red eyed thief in the midst of a

chelsea vile showdown skit

the angel winks and the yeast crowns

the king of lost and never found

torn fabric rips arcing sound

blistering bones and rabid lacrimation

flood the 12 x 14 bounds

.

we put the fuck in fuckup

it just took one

cu(t)p

for you fuck to start whimpering

but the bartender

was

not

listening

Josef! Josef! you sly dog! You devil!

What’ll it be?!

and the angel whispered

with his eye on me

Ivan, water!

goodbye, black monday

father, my father

you puppeteer all, but need man to speak

such dependence

swallowed and followed by sixty proof innocence

at my left, a burning cross

at my right, a misplaced son 

the sleep talking mute utters passages

of gluttonous men fasting

and sane men speaking in tongues

her eyes pour in mine

as desires danced off her lips..

the mute whispers,

boy, you trusted your throat and not your bones

come closer

we can dance the light away

come closer

god moves your limbs

but come closer

boy, what doesn't kill you will only take you longer

get away

we can dance the fight away

get astray

god moves your limbs

but get away.

coming of (r)age

perched upon the window

a sadist with veiled sensitivity

daemon or document

shield your eyes and stare into palpable abyss

is it blindness or brilliance?

why look away

the gunslinger in the window

cocked in a contest of will

the child in the street

lays down his guns and burns his bandana

the licking fire

tasted, stifled, and spewed by exile esquire

these desolate closets lacking attire

stars

inked upon your knees

sties

the widower cannot see

if you bow to none

why do you look away?

the footprint and sandcastle remains,

not in atoms or clay

do not look away

broken crayons lay breaking with christ and cracking cosmetics

the beaten path and the trail of tears run parallel

ducts desiccated

open your eyes child

open your arms to the flies

see with your eyes half open and your heart whole hated

and shatter any glass that is not completely full