your fantasy becomes your reality
and then what do you have?
embrace the struggle…

walking bodies of constellations,
from all of the track marks.
all of these addicts are esoteric experiments
under the
all seeing eye in the capstone,
floating above a mud pyramid
molded by alien bloodlines
aligned with the planets and path of the sunshine
a glass pipe is placed in the hand
of every woman and man
who have stored their emotions inside until tongue tied.

every citizen walking the streets of this
upside-down-syringe-skyline
will feel the needle, through some form
under the
all seeing eye in the capstone.

I’m om in omaha…
to live aloha when the jehova’s witness
lick my litmus strip
this acidic christmas

…to keep cool in a hallway of brujas and witches.
i think, calmly…
do you know how many sorcerers have cast spells upon me?
-the middle of nowhere, the ghetto…
i gotta keep Gandhi inside when god’s gone
heavy metals
from bad food and full moons will settle
one thousand full moons fit inside my mind
when i breathe deep, I’m level

I’m om, I’m as calm as a coma…

wherever i go- live aloha.

nothing makes sense after mom and dad release the reigns
and you enter some german establishment, “KINDER-GARTEN”.
then, like an alcoholic, we’re ushered through a twelve step program
where, mostly uniformed individuals, take our loose hours and
BANG THEM! like dusty rugs against a maypole that
foaming businessmen had plundered the rubies and jade from…

what good is this magazine
if i don’t have a gun
to shoot through the eyes
that peer back at me
from all of these these magazines?…!

…walking through wal-mart,
a whale of a woman
blows smoke rings out of her hole
while her children toss
canned dolphin through them,
denting into the cart,
potentially releasing the
botch! botch! botulism!

Fuck It!!
“Free the radicals!”, i yell
“Free radicals!”
and america puts it’s stove top on high
and burns the olive oil.

…i have a porcelain white face
sad, strawberry red lips
sitting down for a minute on this hilltop, here…
too large for this hill
-what a strange landscape
…i am a clown
i have huge hands
my feet are gigantic
…i will not juggle today
i’m just gazing off-let me be…

underneath this puffy striped suit
is a neon jail cell
one thousand hummingbirds
trapped in a pinball machine
mineral pinball snowballs into a cannonball
balloon pops! and the new years ball
forms a sperm tail
fireballs through our sky circus
and squashes the year of the rat,
running through chinatown.

whatever makeup you see is a
permanent display of my disassociation
towards these microscopic empires
with little iridescent phallus’
in front of reflecting pools
catching the tattooed tears of a clown

black and white both beat red
bleat. both bleed
sheep, most sheep need collies…
e coli for me.
eat. lonely, no pony
or bear on a unicycle
makes it up this hill
it’s steep
but my table for eight feet
fit
all of the teeth of my ex’s relatives,
picking my bones…
so their toothpicks are part of my skeleton.

whatever.
flat footed, taking a smoke break
relinquish my inclinations
the clank of my ankle links,
chained to this tree,
imitate the twinkle of stars
overneath the nose of the sphinx, i think.
inky eyelashes
blink ashes
ashes float, forming
a type written word finding place
on this blue-lined landscape.

when i break free to find my way
to the jungle, enslaved
all i see are toxic fiber optic starburst wands
malaysian rainbows
over the childish faces
of adults, left in the dark…

look around you…
my stilts are chopsticks
in this rice paddy
and all of the kids parents are
whipping fish around.
smoke break.
back to the grassy knoll drawing board
where we all draw our swords…
take a whack at this chain smoke
that dreaded my knotty hair and
painted tears on a blank sky…

o.k.
today, i will juggle-
2 cigarettes, simultaneously
while being crushed
by the weight
of my thoughts.

we need to be held accountable if this guy fucks up because everybody’s banging his drum
but he’s talking war… he’s not a peace candidate… hey barack… bomb ‘em with food, schools and hospitals, brother…
we can choose to be in an endless war, trying to contain the children and the grand children of those we have
tortured and murdered, or we can stop now, remove ourselves from the villages we have turned into battlegrounds
and admit we have become intoxicated with power, facets of our political establishment have been hijacked and
today is the first day in a new era of love, peace and understanding. We have no right to keep any other country in the dark,
just grabbing the indigenous by their skulls, turning them around and reversing their plight into the stone age.
fear breeds more of it… we’re in a collective burn right now with drunk natives, trying to dance for the rain…
I project peace through confusion. we need to lead by example- natural energy and self sustainability as a nation
to help influence and guide the rest of the world into healthier, more productive and creative sovereign nations.
At times I fear it is too late, with the corporate choke hold and all but… just as our own government has been
taken over by neo-conservatives, (or, the fourth-reich neo-nazis, considering the bloodlines and mentors some of these
mad men have been blinded and pulled by) we should counter with good intentions and reestablish our voice in
1600 pensylvania ave. I want to explore more and break down the language barriers with art and food! shiiiit…
blessings to all… let’s not become too comfortable- we’ve got a lot of work to do.

…never thought I’d leave
but I’ll never leave a thought
so now it is time

see you over seas
i was hoping this ocean
would remember me

what a memory!
water will never forget-
it is energy!

I am kinetic
now i see the potential
now I can smell it.

those hedge funds won’t take you anywhere
pull out your hedge trimmers, ed…
dinners about to be served on your face
clean your plate, bed’s
the palate
inside of a palace,
a two story outside of Dallas.

we salivate over the steak…
when we’re out of place,
search for the home you have lived all your life.
skip the dinner, make love to your wife.

after breakfast creeps down esophagus,
feed- get hungry… intelligently.
jotting knowledge, learning,
mapping new opportunities…
purge questions residing silently
tucked under veils where you z… z… z…