david woke at two a.m. to hunt pigs
a shot went off that woke the neighbors
bent it’s neck back and sliced like a lazer beam
blood dripping down to his elbows and onto his jeans
spleen, liver, kidneys and heart
soak in a bowl at the base of a tree
he tied the pig up like jesus
david, to me, is judas
always whispering into somebody’s ear
he dragged the body of christ throught the guinea grass
dropped it’s hind legs, let it fall with a thud…
left it right there, by the home of his neighbor.

the owl sees all, the owl hears all
it heard all of his secrets…
the owl swoops down over davids crown, crocheted with field mice
snatched in mid air and in one twist, left headless
ripping out feathers, he walks from the field in a headdress
a silver bowl full of organs feeds the bananas
the blood from the bowl soaks the head of his partner
she runs from her tent as thin as an icicle, dripping
flapping her arms, she’s a rooster, after the blood dries,
crowing throught the smell of lemon blossoms
i set down my hologram to pick up a japanese sickle
i head to the red field and start sawing through crosses
picture if you could, a wild animal, held in the light as a prophet
and needs steel beams to hold it’s weight, after the sacrifice…
picture these steel beams falling and twisting into driftwood
as soon as they touch the earth… the martyred plain…
i look down to see a massacred owl, without a head
feather tufts, broken wings
i see david, nomadic. native to nowhereland, in his headdresssssss.
i look down. body of christ. blood sacrifice.
david sees me in his pig bones.

now we both know
he has dragged this body here
for all things wild
to crawl by the bed of his neighbors.

chief of deceit.

sleek city night life…
hang your man on the meat hook
take your ticket
put it in your pocketbook
you’ll have something to keep you warm…
wrap a man around your arm.

i stand outside of the diner on gansevoort
i break off a small piece of cannabis
small hordes in black snort coke and smoke crack
before meltdowns…
so hang your grilled cheese on the coat rack

you’ve got thomas the tank but i think i can
sink in your quicksand
although, that is one mink of a man
i don’t drink but i will and i am
so please, fill up my can
whatever. just fill up my hands.

We have our soldiers out there in the field on their cell phones
infrared scope, feel the breeze from the matrix
the healing touch comes from the sun when you’ve been kept in the dark for so long
and can’t take it
tasteless
chemicals fall on the flesh for a facelift
a soul tangled…
a DNA chain rearranged
when a scrambled reception leaves snow,
knee deep in white noise
grown men have no fear, just a void
it is growing.
I bang on the sides of the box, it’s still snowing.

It all goes back to Egypt
you better believe it
…guess we’re just piling ash to grow phoenix
so modern day eden is wet with depleted uranium

I wish Fela Kuti would come back from AIDS, from the grave and just play…
a soldiers grenade, air sirens or “serenades” sway
Burt Bacharach soundtracks while backgammon games on display
a soiree, a good time in the high noon sun
while the full moon is under our presidents thumb
keep the light on, George
keep the sky lit with war
keep your eye to the stars,
squint at serius.

the new age war
7 soldiers released from a jar
are in total control of the battlefield
the opposition has apple peelers
to skin their enemies
if, by chance, they get within distance
but back at the apple tree, it’s slim pickins’
nothing but serpents now…
i think snow white had the last bite
i think white noise keeps our boys in the black
they got a rat-a-tat
scratched cataracts
arafat cat’s claw
glass jaw
pinching out tight-lipped words
they purge on command
that take flight to perch on a birdstand
cow herders, taliban
don’t drink/smoke-where is adam ant

part 2- Afghanistan
poppie plants explode with the dope show
george bush senior perfected his choke hold
soldiers take pictures from cell phones
when posing with kingpin drug smugglers
from the land of the free slave.

a repeat performance, every four years-like a leap day…

everything you read here is new material
typed and logged within three days of writing it.
I have older material not on here (about 300 written pages)
that I hold close to my heart
so if anybody out there finds this site,
enjoys the words and would like to read my staples,
contact me thru this site (“comments” doesn’t work)
and I will send you one of my favorites…

I live in Hawai’i now
but will be traveling to NY for the month of september.
I’m trying to book some gigs…
got a contact, drop a line. paz…

when the stock market crashes,
your bank account bottoms out
who is the upper class?
I harvest vegetables…

while you’re meeting up with God’s middleman
inside a dark vestibule,
spitting out sins and feel destitute
who’s sitting next to you?
-uncle sam in a business suit
upper class? -hardly
-recyclable catacomb…

I could survive
financially insecure
word.
I build homes out of poems
in this battlezone.

…The archangel dollar
was shot down,
dollar was falling
had no time to make change.
when he hit the ground
only three pennies remain…

lincoln’s blood stains the balcony
great britains thud from the alchemy
leaves even more bad teeth in a mouth to feed.

glow, feel the flow
of this thunderbolt
speaking to god without saying a word
when the sun is low
everything shimmering gold
-i’m a rich man…
upper class, harvesting vegetables.

I lower my third eye to the sky that I walk on
below I heard cries bird high in the sediments
frozen in time are the chalk lines, tracing the evidence
animals die all the time and their bones become viable
medicine
now i swallow oil with Edison
let us in!
royalty summons the robots to slaughter the venicen
we need feminine energy
endless in entity
relentless inventions to split up a molecules memory
generally, general e’s infidelity
mixes up lemon and celery seed for a belly
been bursting on felonies.

Mindless ramblings of a mindless madman in love with animals and earth.
We are Georgia!
we purchased their generals furs…
fur coats in remote frozen forests
to purr at the soviets
cats claw paws at the tourists
but animals, here first…

Wild!…

we’ll never be
wild like them
domestication
our naked capes
change color as we
walk among
the skyscrapers.

we skin these animals
to drape over war criminals
puff cigars, subliminal ads
magic majesty
throw all of your paper dolls
to the wind
and stitch the snapped pieces
of frozen artery,
waiting for
the mid day crush
to trap heat so as the carbon colors
it’s blossoming, sprouting cry
a premature hand,
it screams, photosynthesize!
so, overnight, in the blink of an eye

please, shade man from
his colorblind tantrum

tonight I will sleep blindfolded
when I wake blind
to the foreign general
in my backyard
electronic elk pelt
fluttering off of his shoulders
a cigar smells horrible to me.
he sniffs in the air and smells nothing.

no one wants to hear the truth but i do
nobody wants to see these pictures of war, I want more.

i want the lords of this world
to realize they have enough pearls

death
leaves a demeanor
of no disposition
a humans electronic twitching
to short fuse
to lose
to smoke
to break
to lose hope
to be broke
too little
too late.

rock n roll did not kill your son
a lack of light shown
on a laquered earth,
smooth as a marble.

a lack of love, blackened a heart
now a catfish
feeding on bottomless depths
of a bartles & james

the petrified eyes
of suburbias jekyll and hyde
has some horrible aim.

nonetheless,
nobody murdered your son.
fingers are guns.
fingers are guns.
fingers are guns.

salvador dali keeps painting these tears on my face
but i tell him, i’m gelatin- a gelatinous gentleman. . .