1969

Crush
magnet
valentine

terror
eyes
a neighborhood

bleed
seed
birth

and always, yes always,

offer up a fresh throat for good measure.

Longboard, or Moment of clarity

Consortium of maggots
determine the shape i’m in
on longboard in motion
slow all time
again

i breathed in your attention span
as i powerslid into nowhere land
and gravel dusted bones electric
while nerve endings witnessed
your vacant display of indifference

i am the receiver of the dim wit
the dreamer of the same shit
that you regurgitate over and over
as i carve majestic across this utopian
plain

so

i will give up the wish
once and for all
and regret not effort misplaced
on longboard
i will go not disgraced
home.

Love

There was a question
i never did get answered
it was about you
it was a long time ago
when i used to dig pits
and fill them with broken things
and old photos of people i thought i knew

i think
treasure is not always what we want it to be
sometimes it echos reality in its extreme
other times we want to bring back the dead
make them live again
the right way
our way
knowing full well that our perceptions are fragile
nothing so agile
as the life we forgot to lead

but i have buried everything for good this time
and now i will step forward
into the known world
and feign that i move clueless and wide-eyed
through this
fucking bullshit.

Romantica, or Taking blood

Moving needle
under taut skin
seek out with all diligence
a new sin

terror has its perceivers
as does the muse her own kin
die romantica
to begin again

a new day
fog
where was i last night?

shoes a mess
covered grim
blood stains smile back
mocking dead memory
shocking through melody
a desire to revisit old friends
a fire to rekindle my dead limbs

48 hours
and a sky of change
and i was the fog
of a new frame
of mind
game
so lame
the blood stains
smile back
mocking her trembling hand
as she finally hits the right vein
“there we go”
and a thought
“if i could draw
i would blood
take.”