well, we can see the slope,
see the slide you will ride down…

what is your food, is it true, is it ok?
wearing my thoughts on my sleeve
pinning my face on a corpse that decays

and will turn into flowers…

flower seeds inside our flesh
and when we die, all of these flowers will rise…
what will you push in this lifetime?

pushing up poppies
pushing up mushrooms
pushing buttons…
pushing through fumes
pushing up tombstones
pushing ’round runes
pushing up buildings
pushing up smoke plumes
pushing up something
that couldn’t be seen
pushing up walls in between you and me
pushing up people
pushing up steam through the sewer
pushing through dreams for a more lucid future
loosen the noose
pushing mute points
push your computer right off of your desk
i’m a loser. i’m beck. when my mood is upset,
i’m the last days of elvis
and looking like death
i’m the first day of a new age
on a stage for a mic check
pushing a pen, wants respect!
our corporate government
pushes strong men to their death…
Joe Louis and Pat Tillman, represent!
pushing nag champa to cover the stench
pushing jane fonda towards vietnam vets
media push propaganda to get us upset
push the envelope, tell us whats next
whats up…
push the totem pole over, you’re fucked.

you shouldn’t be in my head as much as you are
but i gave you the key and said you are free
to come and go as you please

the door to my heart is wide open, the breeze
ushers you into my arteries
under my flesh
in my blood
and it smokes when
the love becomes potent
you leave and i keep the door open

that is all me, what i do, my decision-i’m broken
whatever lies inside to choke on,
my heartbroken poetry smoke bombs and sparks
electrical circuits a flash in the dark
im a vegetable garden to piss in and plaster your art

but i still love your frame…
squared to the sun and surrounding my hovering brain.

mesmerized, magnatized
magma flows below the lives
for the dead, reborn, alive, or those dying inside.

tides rise and tides leave me…
to expose the dinosaur bones and the teepees.

to release more smoke from the ocean
and open the catacombs
unveiling the bones, teeth, trinkets, and clothes
to jesus, as mithra, as krishna, as horus, as clones…
all turn to stone.
watch the gods fall from their throne, become dust
giant stone pillars that crumble and turn into us
salt pillar, the bust of Lot’s wife
dissolves into the sea when the tsunami strikes
Gandhi leads India, collecting the animal sacrifice
into the night
and new life
chew right through the rope
that ties colonies into the pope…
he’s doing coke in the vatican,
opium boats wrap the globe and then back again.
enochian ghost in a black magic accident.

…you are simply the bird nest
and when the wind blows through your bones,
the flowers will build her another one…

my hero,
your ignorance keeps us in war
and provides me with something to strive for.
long stride-soar…
the whisper’s a roar!
truth breaks the skin of your eardrum
the natives have banged before…
you were forewarned
well, i guess i might as well get on my unicorn,
might as well head for the door…

if the last man in charge was still here
blood would flow from our pores
but he’s not, sweep it under the rug, i’m a dinosaur,
here comes the asteroid…

scorpions dart through the library halls
orange dust mats all the walls
to a room you have been in before
…but not in this lifetime…

we slid off our faces and ate all our clothes
neon light, childish crayon scratch
swirls and explodes
from the place where i once served my pain
now it follows me everywhere, yelling,
“just let me explain!”…

i won’t let it back in.
there is no room for this pain to inhabit
the power of love becomes magic
and takes over those who will have it and let it…

my anger is pulled out of sadness
when things get pathetic,
my anger does not stem from hatred.
debate stirs the blood of old men,
i am childish, ancient…

asteroid belt, white noise…
sound waves wash away the castle
the wailing of Venus
the whistle of Nepune
the ravens in Saturn,
the caw….
the sound of moon dust under my paws…
felt like a cartoon but that’s all because
my eyes will pop out and i’ll unhinge my jaw
when i’m always in wonder,
i can’t believe what i just saw…

it was raw, it had wings, like the moon…crystal clear.
it was here, blink my eyes, disappeared.

the scent of a new moon
Egyptian runes
groomed sand dunes
lost tombs
bodies that must be exhumed
disinter, decipher
interwoven codes by the flame of my lighter
the pain from the bite of the viper,
it might be a cobra….
grab the gold from the earlobes and decode
before the poison takes over…

plugged into the mouth of an outlet
who let mother cerce into our house…?
electric eyes, the new air of a zodiac sign,
get her out.

jet black flames blaze the sky
what the fuck is god, anyway… did it die?
we’ll give it credit when time’s on our side
when it’s not, when it hurts,
we’re in church, in a circus, in cerce.

the thunder is rumbling
mythology passed down
arcade in the background,
bright lights flashing!
ferris wheel spins in the sky,
she grabs a napkin…
soaked up some black ink under the sleeve of my jacket
then squeezed on eve’s casket.

black ink drips down the sides…
punch through the phone,
release a fist full of butterflies,
blinding the beast, who come to seek me,
who’s come to eat me, ALIVE.
-first it wants to see if i’ll swallow my pride
but that just won’t happen,
i snap in, allign, with all animals inside my flesh
we watched manhattan die.

…now there’s no chance i will give you my mind…
i will feed you, but nothing shall eat me.
i will feed you, but nothing shall eat me.
i will feed you, but nothing shall eat me.

the horse is made out of pixels, it pulsates
through a field of bees
kicking up dust from the moths the night before
…hoofprints on the moon.

she is a whole country on its back
swirling with the strength of
a million lovers.
5 hundred thousandthousandthousandthousandthousandthousandthousand
unions
lemon lavender twirled tongue
punctures numbers
-the ones that won’t show their faces!

so let me erase this from my digitized exis—————–

synchronized minds- hard to find.
running my nail on the width of a dime.
put your lips against mine.
let go.
your travels explode on an infinite centerfold
and i do or die lie awake like a body in detox
swaying in treetops…
i stare at the sun, get past the flames
past the white light and look into the heat spots
sun spots/little black dots. knots in my neck/rock pockets.
AND MY PIXELS EXPLODE!
over new york, jersey city, LA, san francisco…
kaua’i…the belt of orion…
then reappear inside the roar of a lion
i was dyyyyyyyyyyyyyying on the inside.

scorned. dead. reborn.
sworn to myself
i was, am, and will be in love
with the idea of love
my heart explodes!! -pixels.
the idea of love suddenly turns ugly, sickels
and cuts gashes into the flesh that i’m clasped in
the bakers are wolves for molasses.
a song has been born
and a song, it has died.

the past is a sandblasted grain
it’s like quinoa rain
…it’s like something i just can’t explain…

tame my ego, my esteem
me. she sets me free when
she decides to leave we
upside down me
in a backwards world
playing marbles with pearls in the sea.

pet the pony goodbye.
gallop away on the part of me that needs to die.
ride your horse through the sky, pegasus breath…

under the last palm tree on the moon,
throwing up…
more like throwing out.
watching fake colors swirl out of my mouth.
so gone. i am gone. gone. gone. gone.
dead to the world that once knew me.
blue cheese penicillin moon beams
rumi.
the poetry of rumi
hopefully soon we meet again in the stars
in the great light
in the fight of my life right now
no words i write down
aren’t knives to the throat of a clown…
cloaked, crowned
in the land where no king resides just i
alone, lonely
for the first time blind.
by design
i crawl in every crater i find
on the dark side
tar tide. asphalt cream pie.
give it here! let me try…

it looks how it smells how it tastes in my eyes.
death the next 3,000 miles.

no words left.
(all things are made out of words)
no breath.
…natives describe what they see,
make your translation
then give it to me
…trying…
i’ll pry at the sky to get free
shaman and monster. shamonster.

dalai lama and mao are the same
-in which they both feel pain
but display it in different ways…

i am a dinosaur
getting in the way of an asteroid,
cacacacacacame from the earth!
representing the earth!!
there.
what the fuck do you want from me?
i am toxic.

…all’s it takes is a whisper
in the form of some roar
and this avalanche becomes yours.

all’s it takes is one flash of your face
and i smile
which cracks to a laugh
and i laugh
until i cry
uncontrollably.