"the good, the bad & the unlucky"

this dream ends where life begins
boiling over
with misplaced words
explosive telepathic blur
of evangelic demands
the prophet skirts margins
& sings praises
to general vicinity
halo swirls
charged with kilowatts
of happy dead
welcome to world
of major premise
where government
has no jurisdiction
welcome to voluntary confusion
omnipotent rapid fire
cemetary smiles




"how i sleep"

reckon i could blame the firewater
or little chunks of light brown
as i dissolve
into a puddle of parody
or pin it on
severely disfunctional upbringing
claim to be a scapegoat
for the emotional discrepancies
of bumbling higher power
a little this
a little that

i'm not advocating
the complete upheaval
of the psyche
i'm just looking
to get a few hours
of shuteye




"poetry"

after exaggerated moments
leave me flapping in pursuit

comes the realization
that this is not communication

but the next best thing
i'll never be flexible enough

to follow bouncing balls
or falling dark

wrapped in blue blanket
of speculative language

that i can't whip off
in dramatic fashion

who would fall for bland wishbone
of questionable heritage

i can't afford happiness
so i settle for poetry




"as i polish the pearl handle"

with genuine six gun
tenderness
i can't help
but wonder
if being
a survivor
automatically
qualifies me
to make demands

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