boys night out

when i couldn't find a home
i crawled into a cigarette butt
but a roach kicked me out
so i slept in the rain

River Blu

deep from sleep
awake still one foot
over the threshold into
mind-made madness
scrambling for pen paper ink rustling pen pen
no paper
the creases of hands help grip
to write in the creases of hands
words that spell universe
and flower and shit and gardenhose
running through the ink into flesh
stilled and settling
by vibratory resonance
by a heart beating
and slumped and sleeping
the words in their games of play
frolicking towards another
uniting in poetic prose
(ring around the rosie)
and satanic verse
(hands clasped)
prayer
(with childhood decadence)
apologies
(some without meaning)
makeshift amendments
( )

ink runnning
so that when sun
ignited conciousness
this sleeping epiphany
ran together
the creases of hands
that can write into the creases of hands
blue ink in rivers
wordless following
secret
subterrainean veins

August Fall

soft crunches brittle leaves

stain streets, curbs

collected dirty laundry

wastebasket overflow

trickle down

each inscribed

a tale hung

hugging exotic grasses

upon great heights –

weaved among

hair

things

be regurgitated upon

or picked pressed stamped

into infinite memories

mulched

churned bloodstreams

condensed rebirth amongst

plastics and rot and plastics

that never rot

mulch into soil for seeds

carrying time

to emerge from grasses

pushing past brittle leaves

for your viewing pleasure...

www.peta2.com
- check this out....mixes some of my favorite things....music and activism

Why i drink myself to sleep

watching the news today
i learnd culture
exciting research has shown
(funded by American Media Corps.)
that:
unlike their israeli opponents

palestinian(s) do not have children

nor do they understand compassion
fear reason
lust joy hope or dream
i learnd
america knows how to pick its allies