Untitled From Notebook #5 :: WIP

death merchant
caught in Thailand
for atrocities perpetuated
in far off lands of
brown skinned peoples,
away from now Anglo shores
heisted from first people
in bloodtrinkets and
smallpox.
Cultural psyche scarred
by rape of Powatan's
princess
four centuries prior to
this moment
of
timespace condensed to
instant sponteneity
of unplotted texts and portraits
based on
postmodern Artistic ambitions
weighted by commercial
necessity
and
empty, material sadness.

Untitled From Notebook #4 :: WIP

High plained son,
of converted tribes.
Chopped mourning hair, brown
and "intense" eyes
focusing in bleached air
on mirages of an authentic life
in an American context.
Poly carbonate UV protection
sepiatones events captured and stored
on neural networks to
be reproduced by false
speaking tongues
torn from
their roots by zealots of humanism.
Black chasm progenerator
of muted phonemes.

Untitled From Notebook #3 :: WIP

Ethanol clouded thought
bubbles burst
on the points of
contention and
miscommunicated
atonal heart strings
strummed for unknown
reasons.

Untitled From Notebook #2 :: WIP

Another dream had of
derelict infrastructure
and weeping mothers
standing around contaminated
sisterns, bloated belly
young ones, fly eyed,
swaddled in
picked rags and
course homespun riches.
Away the young men were
sent to foreign territories
to be mangled by
brass and lead;
in all things their pierced
and bruised flesh
is justified on the hills
of Nimrod's tower; built of
gold leaf and ivory.
hyrdocarboncarbohydrate diet
leaves those forced
to take it as host and wine
soulhungry and lethargic.
Famished range maggots,
hollow eyed, bleat
for salvation
from salted Earth
and Bhopal weighted
night air through which
the reedeaming quality of
gaseous giants is not visible.

Always Head West Young Man :: WIP

Always head west young man,
No matter the thorn that
irritates soulpaws.
It is your Daniel.
Third Coast,
foundation to abandoned
bunkhouse
from which
wounded prairie doves
now flee.
Skybound to new nest
west of your west
into unmountained suns.
Not to be reached by
paternal obligation
other than what is
allowed via
electroteletype or
pixalated simulacra
of sweet home sweet
home.

On the Plaza :: WIP

pacing peoples
punctuate
quiet lives of desperation
with legal proceedings
and junk food
cookie vendor does
brisk business
hand over hand
cash is exchanged
for diabetic riches.
White women with
flat asses
and their Donna Caren
sunglasses
strut along granite pavers
like red light district
run way models.
No regard for essence
beyond their own.

Your Wonderful :: WIP

Fuck your wonderful
nothing is worth the
shapeshifting moments
present when one is
sick in the heart.
Stars acid etch meaning
in the otherwise void
of masspacetime.
Ball ensconsed in black fabric
static radio waves
measure distance between
silent rocks
hurtling around unknown
sources of hot fusion
an illusion
of permanance
permeates
the feelings of continuities
heavy starched collar;
sticky broad shouldered summers.

Untitled From Notebook :: WIP

We prairie schooned
from the beehive.
Your hive tucked away.
We drove your new care--
remember, the deer in in
southern Colorado?
'til we saw columbine
and smelled death by thousands
of feed lots and slaughter houses.
But, not before we fucked
hard
in that hotel room in cowboy country.
To Windy City,
by detour of one of the
Dakotas
where you asked me to
run away with you to
Canada.
Bed and Breakfast, Nebraska
style. My fron door where,
I confessed an awestruck love
leaned in
and
kissed you.
Ru--unborn love child--
cabletows me to you.
Six months until due
and
you want to pull up stakes and
move to
Lubbock,
Texas.
Gut shot by prairie dove
that nested so gently in the
bunkhouse of my soul.

Untitled :: WIP

Consumed like plastic wrapped meattrinkets
in a grocery store sit my writer's heart
at sleeve length atop the dungheap
others refer to as my telelogical continuity.

No real meaning in the authentic sense of all things.

Banished by unanimous braincommittee from
both Verona and Eden.
Cursed to trudge and toil in the furrows
of other mens' minds whilst expected
to spray my own with his pesticides
and pull my own nettles and buckthorn
without gloved hands.

Tender is the constant gardner of his own
plantation; brutal and swift is he toward lesser mens'
victory gardens.

Prairie Doves :: To AWJ

White lilies.
Talking to you through electrotype transcription.
The subtlety of the unspoken
words weigh heavily on those
days we have no contact.

Your desert prairie doves
have nested in the bunk house
of my heart.

Our doors are guarded by
stinging nettles and salt brush.

Open Range

Oyster moon dripping
luminary pearls
into the jewlers hand.
Precious celestial metals
trim the hems
of galactic garments.
Lined with the fur
of fire fox.
A million places to
hide cracked rocks
from Europa.
The great Titan
went and brushed
his shoulder off
scoffed at his external charge
which now navigates the
vast void.
Expanded girth of Venus
result: spaceship birth.
Technicolor dream state worth
its weight in gold.
Evolution on hold.
Wobbly topped
revolution, three-six-five
hasn’t stopped in 250 billion years.
Onyx expanse.
Cosmic praire.
Lonesome dove.
Time measured in rhythms
tapped out on the architects
bongo drums.
Long pauses of “ohm.”

Love Left Chicago

Six years
the trail of tears
started out innocent.
Pure as de Beers.
Our first apartment
turning 21
that trip to Colorado.
Reyado,
tracking and navigating
destiny revealed itself.
Our love repealed itself and left Chicago.
You left Chicago.
And I don’t know where to go.
I’m sorry I was gone for awhile
and left you in that disaster space.
Never loved me.
Stood by me,
not for me.
If I could sing it would be the blues.
Because shit doesn’t just come
in 2’s.
It comes in three’s and fourses.
Dark skies bring dark forces.
Four horses of the apocalypse,
Love stalled.
Everything has to rearrange.
The inspiration for rhyming line
after line.
Like watermelon rind
not so sweet
when the substance is gone.