Writing: just call me lucky #1

Writing: just call me lucky #1: A. nerve gas appetites as shouting angry ghosts seeping in with mustard and wine reaching for the white fool struggling with your fabl...

Roxy Painne and the medicine show - in progress

Roxy Painne and the medicine show - in progress

a mechanical tree in Kansas
dreams of  machine death
first there is rust
and then there is pressure

melting it down
to feed the birds
you thought it was a matter
of right and wrong

everybody is talking backwards
I stand on my head
and recire the declaration of independence
a man is checking my feet for wounds
he says he is a priest
but his breath smells like a pedophile

sick dogs
pick up the broken heads
hide them back into the gloom
we tie them up together
a shared infinity
as real as we can get it
it was a sold job
everyone said so
a solid world

we thought we were building America
we painted ourselves into the classical paintings
there we are in the treet scene, with the smoke
canon balls exploding
we are imigrants, fresh off the train
looking for god in the theaters and saloons

untitlted

bending down, touching
some break
they cannot breathe
solid wrapper
my soul bleeds
if I had something
just anything
then I could dance

she was asleep in the next room
shoot and destroy me
like the age
like the trauma
with a stone around her neck
with her hand dances
shouting blue and rattling dark

you stand in the midst of them
as a mother of all flames
we shall build upon your glow
like the hills of Waukon
seeing the river for the first time
my might is bone and sinew
none stays at my feet
only frothy breath of the destroyer

feeling good like a saturday night
like a suicide
the hard evolution
not your original plan
they are hanging from your trees
following you after dark
little green eyes
ready for a change

it is all in the nature
in the smile and the handshake
all these colors coming out of my fingertips
they are the prize
they are the tatse

we were riding the double decker bus
you were talking about your cooking apparatus
how you could turn the cocaine into rocks
we lived as enourmous flesh
inspired and dominating the town
at night we set the town on fire
just for the sake of fire
it needs to be tended in the right way
the devil can't rule by himself

he needs to fill his city with souls

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The jagged breeze

The jagged breeze

Down the black hole

Drained and tinted

One twilight before

Infection became articulate

Before dreams melted in the doorway

I once saw a dangerous past

Blow past me as a peeled back forehead

Racing headfirst into oblivion

All prep school windows

Pushed down and looking

The dark edge lot

Tangled up in karma

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Confessions 5

Confessions 5
I just wanted to stop and talk to you for a little while. It seems like it has been forever since we talked. How long has it been since we last talked?
You don’t respond.
I think it has been like three or four years since we last talked. We used to have so much fun together. I remember that one time we drove up to your parents’ cabin in the woods and we got drunk and swam naked in the river. Remember when we went to Chicago and stayed in that fancy hotel? Do you remember that?
No response.
Remember that valentine’s day when I bought you a dozen roses and gave them to you and you cussed me out for spending so much money? Remember when we drove to Dubuque and we held hands in the car all the way to Dubuque? I remember waiting for you in the waiting room. It seemed like it took forever for you to get out of recovery. I was really worried that you wouldn’t make it. I told god that I would change my ways that I would stop being irresponsible and work harder and become a regular Joe. Remember when we used to go to Godfather’s Pizza and play Miss Pac Man and eat Canadian bacon pizza? Remember I got a job at screen printing place that printed company names on t-shirts and jackets? Remember that we had to park in the woods under tall trees when we kissed because you didn’t want God to see you? Remember when I went off to college and you begged me not to go because you thought we would grow apart and forget each other?

You ask, “Who are you?”

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