Provisions

Salt is good seasoning for a steak

But you still need a knife to enjoy it

I don't have a sharp knife

Nothing as fierce as the samurai sword on your hip

I have a spork I got from the KFC in town

And it's still in its wrapper

I'm keeping it sharp for the day of war

Poem

/taː baːzdãːk'aːf tʃɹ/

/tɒ̃ baːzdʁiːmɒ̃n/

̃̃/iːθiːf tyb/

̃̃/yːðyf tyb/

̃̃/taː teɪxaːtk'aːf tʃɹ/

̃̃/tɒ̃ eɪxaʁiːmɒ̃n/

̃̃/ɒ̃nʌf tyb/

̃̃/aːzgaːf tyb/

Rain Horses

Lords arrayed low in green, humble and thick like trees covered with snow.

Dream bigger baby
It's raining horses
But you can't ride them
Dream bigger baby
It's raining horses
Take off your shirt and run with them
Dream bigger baby

Beasts shedding their skin driven mad by a single burning point, a star in the empty place.

Dream bigger baby
It's raining horses
But you can't ride them
Dream bigger baby
It's raining horses
Take off your shirt and run with them
Dream bigger baby

Gravity distorted by the curve of her back, light bending around her mouth, I don't need to be afraid anymore. 

Dream bigger baby
It's raining horses
But you can't ride them
Dream bigger baby
It's raining horses
Take off your shirt and run with them
Dream bigger baby

Lord Earth

Legions of lesions like leeches lashing with their leashes

Obscuring the skin on the neck or the width of the word

Rumbling with razors racing rashly against the rocks where the ravens are

Digging into the the edges of the scab or the breath of her voice

Erstwhile everything waits entranced for the emperor's entrance

Already seeing the wake of his cloth or the semblance of his girth

Rebels rousing the revenge-mad ruins with raw red rain

To see the crumbling stone or the child with no mother

Holy holes helping with a holocaust without humor or humanity

I sleep no more.  

The Alchemist

When the pain runs this deep

And you can't scream out

Because you never get to sleep

You wish you could make something good

When the sadness crushes this hard

And you can't blink it away

Because you have sign his birthday card

You wish you could make something good

Like an alchemist turning tin to gold

Pick up the pieces and make a stain glass window

Like an artist turning pain into gold

Pick up the pieces and carry on through the nightmare

Her/Hymn

She could break a mountain with a sigh

And bend time like a snake coiling around the wrist and upper arm of a belly dancer

She could dry up the ocean with a look

And twist my worming veins around my heart like barbed wire stuck in the flesh of a deer that I saw on the side of the road bleeding out

I should find my way back home

But she will sneak up behind me and trace the miles with chalk like the outline of a murder victim

I should make her something nice and shiny

But all I can conjure up this rotten mass of sounds and shapes and little larvae crawling out my ears as my brain drains out of my nose

I'm still trying to get home, and fall before her alter

Steady on, hold fast, the road gets narrow up ahead

Hold fast, steady on, the world ends just over that hill

Steady on, hold fast, the dirt gets a little sticky around here

Hold fast, steady on, the tree all look lonely and sad out here

I'm still trying to come home, and fall before her alter

She could plant an orchard with her hands

And spin webs like silk white linen embroidered with one liners and trivia facts

She could skin a horse with her mouth

And sharpen sticks with the stones she gathered from the river, like a shepherd boy off to kill giants

She could speak to the mud with her feet

And guide the little ones to safety and warmth and good clean beds with high thread count sheets

She could pluck a star from the sky with a wink

And settle the storm like Jesus walking on the water, even as I take my eyes away from her face

Ideas

I get ideas about you

And I fall in love with them

I don't think I fell in love with you

But your shadow sure is damn cool

Like how the bed is cold

But the smoke makes it hard to see

I get ideas about me

And I want to kick that guy's ass

I don't think I really know who I am

But your shadow sure is damn cool

Like the how the bed is a coffin

But the smoke makes it hard to see

I get ideas about us

And I want to settle down right

I don't think I know what you want

But our shadows could be so damn cool

Like the bed when it shakes and smells like licorice

But the smoke will make it hard to see

For Four

You could put me in a bucket
Float me down the river
We could make love but
We'll have to do it quicker
Than your dad can run

You could bite my finger
Draw a little blood
We could mess around
Playing in the mud
In the summer sun

You could be my prison
Shackle me in chains
We could have a fight
Dig throughout my brains
With an old bent spoon

You could twist my hair
Fill it full of flowers
We could stand alone
Breathing in the shower
Under the Autumn moon

Observations of a Layman

Where do birds come from?
I read in an article online
That birds are the descendants of dinosaurs
Just another creature in a long never ending chain of evolutionary progress
So I guess birds are like you

Where did the dinosaurs go?
I read in an old textbook
That they died in a meteor impact millions and millions of years ago
Just another pile of bones ordered by age in the geological​ column
So I guess dinosaurs are like me

Where did we end up?
I read in my diary
That all women are bitches
And the men aren't any better
Just a bunch of apes trying to get to the top of shit mountain so they can get all the bananas
So I guess we're like that meteor that killed all the dinosaurs, except the ones that became birds.

Triangle Fish

You know that feeling you get when you want to drink alcohol? That big wet icy hole in your heart like a wave crashing into you on a New England shoreline in December, drowning you in the plague of isolation, because when I think about you, I don't feel like that anymore.

It's a good feeling, not great, but warm at least. But I think a little ways into your pine trees we could find the mountain together. If the rocks and stones are done braiding your midnight hair into the rivers I see cascading down over the rim of the Earth, then take my hand and grip it with your chest so that your heart doesn't fall out.

And drown me in the slight breeze yoi make when your lips moves around jokes before pain comes back again to stab your tongue with needles and your mind with shadows. Take me in your skin and wallow with me in the sunshine before you leave me again to take the spirit of curved things away.

Sit like a dog, heel to me and come obiediant when your God calls, lest he be angry and curse you with joy. Bend like a tree in storm, shatter onto me and cut my skin with a million tiny razors. And come obiediant when your God calls, lest he be angry and curse you with joy.

Stand proud for me to see, like a monument to my alcoholism, or totem pole for the sane man with the vasectomy... perhaps when you come back I'll be hornier or stupider. Definitely lonelier, remember that when the sunsets.

Huddled under the stairs waiting for the tornado to come and take us away to Oz. But we were never in Kansas. We were in Missouri. Or maybe it was Iowa. Nebraska once or twice. California? I can't remember if I saw you there. Colorado for sure, you remember that one I bet. Fuck, we should have gone to Michigan.

Now you'll examine the creamy fossil remains, and sheepishly I come thither and contemplate the game I must play.
In my left hand gripping tight the evidence of the struggle and I stare upon the vision of your valley's orchard. Slowly the worm wanders out into the light so that the crow swooping low catches it in her feet.

Stand on the edge of the chalk cliffs as a storm blows in, I want to see your hair in the wind, and your skin turn pink in the cold. Show me the blood I can't find in my heart. Show me the bruise I can't remember how it got there. Show me saddle you want me to ride and I'll ride into the sunset.

Tell me what God I should worship, and I'll worship at your feet. It's like using a circle hook to catch a triangle fish. You don't come when I call. It's like using a circle hook to catch a triangle fish.

You've been good to me so far, so I think we'll be friends still as long as the moon keeps hanging in the sky, so we know its light will be with us.

Many of these lines can interpreted many ways. And none are correct. Fuck off with your I'll advised snake oil meaningfulness. We had enough of that in the 80s. Leave us be with our noise. Don't you get it faggot? We're all just trying to get laid.

Johnny

Johnny was a boy, and he fell in love with a girl

But poor Johnny didn't know about the cruel world

Phoebe was girl, as pretty as you've ever seen

So tall, slender, dark hair, and eyes so green

Now her daddy slapped her around

And her mama crawled into a bottle, wouldn't make a sound

Johnny and Phoebe met by the railroad track

And Johnny told her about his plan to take her away from all that

He said, meet me here at midnight tomorrow

And we'll get away, we'll escape this land of sorrow

But Phoebe's daddy caught wind of the scheme

And started to drink and he fuck he got mean

He went down to railroad track at 11:59

A gun in his hand and something nasty on his mind

There was Johnny waiting for his sweetheart

When he saw Phoebe's daddy he aimed to depart

But Phoebe's daddy shot Johnny down

He gave Johnny a bloody red crown

Strong Like Dog

I drink milk
Make me strong like dog

I go to church
Make me strong like dog

I think I strong like dog
Make me strong like dog

I get married, have many child
Make me strong like dog

I take prescription drugs
Make me strong like dog

I read newspaper at morning
Make me strong like dog

I have broken heart
Make me strong like dog

I objectify my female relatives and friends
Make me strong like dog

I fuck up faggots
Make me strong like dog

I pay my taxes and mow my lawn
Make me strong like dog

I own slaves, work my field
Make them strong like dog

I own three cars and boat
Make me strong like dog

I don't pay credit card
Make me strong like dog

I watch TV every night for week
Make me strong like dog

I dig thirty meter hole
Make me strong like dog

I read fashion magazine and watch online porno
Make me strong like dog

I beat my wife, keep her in place
Make her strong like dog

Independence Day

Good feathers free in the wind
Blue and yellow like the devils from the salt
Bad fires rage in the holy trees
Red and hot like our blood in the dirt and our skin in the sun

Dead bones rattle in the night
Hollow and dry like the hunger of the kingless
Living corpses stalk the hillside
Rotten and limp like the harvest in the fields and the fish in the river

Long summer fades and winter bites
Rapid and fiercely like the dogs of the Spanish
Short tempers squirm in the brain
Beating and howling like the warrior coming home in glory

White paper rolling steam out
Thick and poisonous like the oil and the tear gas
Black bear wrestling a buck
Strong and loving like the sun and her reflection in the water

Rioting pride in my fatherland
Furious and magic like dust in the rain and the flies in the dim
Wincing shame in my fatherland
Lust and lazy like the dog in the mud and the pig in heat

Big horse running down the mountain
Lightning and thunder like the bird in my hand and the grass on her breast
Small man tensing at the moon
Cold and alone like the temple in the jungle and the blood in the soil