Tonight the sun bleeds…
the clouds become freshly picked cotton, absorbing the crimson
the clouds become all full of blood and I wish I could wring them all out
At my feet, there are crackwhores who chew on their cud
as these blood balls shuffle down south… I’m out
…I’m out of my mind…
I wish I could sing but I shout but it has perfect timing
it matches the heartbeat I feel through the soles of my feet
now my soul feels complete when I’m rhyming
nevertheless, the suns getting low but still shining

Tonight the sun bleeds…
into the ocean like red eels skimming the surface
the moon is an urchin-
bloated, floating above
highlighting rapists and those who make love
every incomplete yogi and those who take drugs
supernova holocaust, cobra cold club
gripped by a fist in a latex glove

Tonight the sun bleeds…
I smear fireflies into my dungarees
butterfly wings catch sunbeams
from sunbeams to Jim Beam
Jungle green crayons to kim-chi
I’m juggling radon, grounding the linseed
the sun’s in my eyes-
it dyes all the clouds purple
the moon has the power, the pull of the tide
to pull in all of the sea turtles
they lay their eggs, I play dead.

12/9/07