THROWING STONES


She tells me that,
in her heart of hearts
she believes in 
love and goodness
I cough like 
an old man 
and tell her that 
she is fighting a 
modern war 
with little 
baby stones
but,
this she already 
knows




THE NEWS


Breaking new evidence on 
the Oswald case
new american poll
on morality
four hundred pounder dies 
happy

so I ask how
does any of this crap
drop the price of
a quart of milk
a gallon of gas
a fifth of Jim Beam

so the president is
getting a blow job
in the back room

as I sit in traffic with
dumb ass preaching
faded bumper sticker
philosophy

and no one
will
move
a
damn inch

people are biting and clawing
their days 
away, to
die in
Ft. Lauderdale

I'm thinking of 
the scrawling on the
bathroom wall

"Whats gonna set you free?"




FOUR DOLLAR BEERS

Sitting in the bar
drinking my four dollar beer
with soft lighting and women
I will never sleep with that
came with men that
don't trust them enough
to be flattered

people talking to the people
they came with
sitting next to people
who are talking to the people
they came with

all drinking 
their four dollar beers
all just so sure
how interesting
their lives are




RUBBER ROOM

Crazy Wayne
rode a girls' bike
with a flowered
banana seat

sometimes you'd see him
hopping on one foot in 
a jesus pose
mumbling manifestos
of the insane

people crossed the street

now he's gone
they took him away
cause he was directing traffic
in the center of town with a
broken sawed off shotgun 
that no one knew was broken

I wonder if anyone 
misses him?




YOU NEVER KNOW

Slumped on a park bench,
mascara tears rolling
down pasty freckled skin
into the corners of her
cracked twisted lips

that cry is from the belly,
soul, something deep;
dead dog, broken heart,
not enough of daddy's love

or maybe,
she is very excitable and
she is working it out
after flushing one more
goldfish down the toilet

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