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