- poet ..................artist
infection
he sits alone
in a dead room
thinking
he waits
noone sees his quiet solitude
he does not move
he is the darkness - stalking madness -
it's just a matter of time
pent up -
the years of frustration
everything he's ever held in
now is the moment
release has arrived
the final violence begins
lacerrated flesh
a bullet - brain death
he is salvation in blood
a lifetime of pain
in one thrust of the blade
now you will drown in his sins
set free these emotions
in this world make your place
nothing is quite so real
a beautiful sickness
this manifestation
deaths servant
I am revealed...
............................................1996
ASSWIPE
I found my
brain in a downtown gutter
in a sleazy motelroom called prison
I found myself in a dirty spoon
I was drowning so I picked myself up and got loaded
it was a violent love affair between me and myself
but now we are good friends
even though he doesn't know how to wipe his fuckin' ass very well
we take
long walks alone talking about you
and how much we like you
you do not come between us
because you are us -
just like me
we own keys to several different
kinds of
straightjackets and we keep them hidden
we herd the sheep into the slaughterhouses to be
accounted for
we are the wolf
we are not ashamed
some rotten beauty grabbed my
attention and I left
myself standing in front of a liquor store to get a
better view
I was blinded by the street lights
I stumbled on a broken bottle and I fell face first into
the public restroom toilet bowl
a thousand people defecated on me before I could
get free
I watched this happen to myself
this is the thing that had grabbed my attention before
it had happened
I am shit
upon
I am baptized in human waste and now I am saved
I smell
like shit
but now I
know how to wipe my fuckin' ass
...................................................................................................................1998
"untitled"
Here comes the light of darkness
shine down here deep
my hostility is held tight and fed everything
even you are devoured.
used.
abused.
nothing is more important
than the rage I tend and feed.
it is my salvation,
my power.
nothing can stop me when I uncage the beast.
BEWARE
I am a beast inside;
A GOD
an animal.
I can do no wrong,
victory is just a matter of time
you must know me . . .
....................................................................................1997
"untitled II"
the process of adjustment.
the feeling of displacement
- alienation -
PAROLE . .
.
so many things to deal with,
somehow keeping from me the comfort of relaxing enough to be myself,
to spend
some time with you
to show you what i can
what i will
one day
when the time is right
i think of you
........................................................1996
