Love Sick (Winter 2010)

There's a strand of my DNA
A double heliz unzipped
Dedicated to your T 'n A
From your tits (hips?) to both sets of your lips

I'ayiyaiyaiyai'mmm...s.s.sick!

You know you wanna suck my dick
Take it home give it a kiss
Show it to Watson and Crick
Tell 'em, "Hey, get a load of this!"

I'ayiyaiyaiyai'mmm...s.s.sick!

There's something hidden in my genes
I'll hide it make you play go seek
Strike my tower til you see how it leans
Like a peeping tom I steal my peek

There you are you think you're all alone
Yet you would want to watch me cop a feel
In the ether I can feel you moan
I go from soft and fake to hard and real

Every now and then I get so lonely
Every now and then I feel afraid
Every now and then I am my own one and only
All alone I know that I'm not fully made

I'ayiyaiyaiyai'mmm...s.s.sick!

Excitable Ditch Digging 06/01/11

You can light fire
You can darken my door
You can walk along my wire
You can run surveillance off of my shore
You can't sleep on my anger
You can't wake the dreaming dead
You can't fake a bolt of bliss
You can't take much less of this

Not The Lost 01/01/12

I'm the pipsqueak
Not the architect
Not the big cheese
Not the surgeon tech

I'm the castout
Not the castaway
Not the lost
Not not the looking for

I'm not the lost
Not the castaway
Not the looking for
Not the lost
Not the lost
Not the lost
Not the lost

If you're gon' be bitches

Times is hard

California Waltz (Spring 2011)

It's a hard one
A new one
A blue one
A used one
It's schlocky sentimental schmaltz

It's a tied one
A bound one
A found one
A lost one
It came from Des Moines, Phoenix and New Paltz

And no one can stop it
Because it comes from so many (people)
Who came from so many (towns)
To come here and lie on this fault

It's more Cuban than champagne
More burger than caviar
It's the height of our culture
Brand new single malts

The beautiful California waltz

Grand House (Bogota 2011)

I have fallen off the wagon
But it's not that far to fall
My balance is a breathing cry
My halt's a seeing call
Now never underestimate me
Deliver's all I do
Shiver timber, open see
And sail on up to thee
Ever now for ever tree
Ever ever me and you
(Ever ever you and me)

I Hope My GPS Can Bring Me Home (Spring 2011)

Lost in the wilderness so long
I forgot my song
So hellbent on being right
I forgot to be wrong
Now I'm on a long long road
Heading into that American loam
Trapped beneath a big dark dome
I hope my GPS can bring me home
Heading from the future
To some unremembered past
Bedding down in nowhere
I can recognize at last
Forced to keep on traveling
Wish I could cease this roam
Every time the setting sun brings down that gloam
I hope my GPS can bring me home

It's Okay To Choose LA 12/04/10

It's okay to choose LA
It's all real beneath the glitz
New York might have the Ritz
We're on a fault line
We're waiting for the biggest hits
But you've got to admit
The weather's the shit
The same each and every day
It's okay to choose LA

Fake tits fake lips
No tan lines frosted tips

As Romans Do 11/09/10

There is no more middle man
The one who took some thing and put it
In your hand
There is no more go-between
The one who makes a living helping
Folks get what they need
There's the point and there's the click
There's one beast that benefits
And all those in the middle
Have been stripped of all their class
Their past is all they have
Bereft victims of theft
An identity is left
But it's a sham
Glamour, clamor, hammered home
Rome has roamed
We do as they did
All scared to death
Nah, nah, I kid

Warhol Makes Me Sad 10/25/10

So innocent
Yet this horrific cynicism
Leaches through
If that's me then who are you?
I wish I knew

So antiseptic
Yet this infected elitism
Reaches you
If that's true than who am I?
I wish I die

And all those grainy photos
Manson sans the blood
And all those types approaching proto
Impeccable in mud

So yeah, he makes me sad
I'm Brendan, that's my name
I know it's tongue in cheek
But I cry just the same

The Book Of Promises 02/22/11

Before it was written
You could read it front and back
Litany in one direction
Round the corner to attack
For years it served its purpose
As a cavalcade of lies
Til it ran from its own page
And landed in your eyes
Now it is title less
Back from where it once was named
You no longer read it to the sky
It moved to bliss from shame
So you can leave it down there
In that cave of Iceland spar
There are no promises between us
Just you am and I we are
But if you look real close
You'll see the shadow of these oaths
Through that double glowing lens
You'll see forever in these ends

Rocamadour (early '90's)

Headlights kiss the mountain face
Winding, cool tires to the pavement
Spinning, noiseless spheres of motion
Kissing.

Outcrop kissed by spheres of light
Reflecting, speed of light does no damage
Speeding, noiseless streams of light
Kissing.

Fires kiss the leaves afloat
Twirling, oak leaves to the sunset
Twisting, noiseless flights of fancy
Kissing.

Leaves kissed by spheres of speed
Jumping, no does not exist here
Floating, noiseless fall from grace
Kissing.

Winding spinning noiseless kissing
Reflecting speeding noiseless kissing
Twirling twisting noiseless kissing
Jumping floating noiseless kissing spheres

starlight bubble (early '90's)

starlight bubble
dead surroundings
cactus fizzle
warm

chilly vista
life is pounding
misty drizzle
spray

moon

glow of water
rain of light
California California
cover me tonight

Stick To My Fingers (early '90's)

stick to my fingers
you suck you seeds

here I pull you out of your
home and make disgusting
faces at your slimy texture
(how rude) and yet...

you're sick you stick
you suck you seeds

I'm sorry I'm awful
this is my fault you can't
help it that you're

sticky and sick
you're slick you suck
you seeds and stringy
mass spongy morass
like from out of my ass

forgive me I'm awful
it's just that you're
sticky you stick to my
fingers you suck
you seeds

you orange pumpkin pulp
of a think you're vile

I'm sorry I'm awful

Peel It (early '90's)

peel it
don't beat around the bush
slice the tip
crack the whip
point me towards the sky

peel it
don't hem don't haw don't stop
tighten grip
do not skip
dress me down into the ground

peel the peel
feel the feel
drop my yellow slicker quick
and eat the seed

put the tip onto your lip
and do not skip or
loose your grip or
step on me
because you'll slip
and reel away
peel me today

Zuluman (early '90's)

I threw my spear at the sky
it landed in the dust

I carved my name into the shaft
and sank it in an elk

I cleaned the blade and ate my kill
and shit it out into the dust

I threw my spear at the sky
and almost pierced the moon
but it landed in the dust
I trust
because I haven't seen it since
somebody pinch me is this real?

I just know it's gonna
land on me someday
I just know it
Fuck.
I know that's gonna happen.
Just my luck. Fuck.

The Occasion Poem (06/03/93)

Written for the...
To conclude (conclusive, decisive)
Now deviate from -

Can I speak the truth?
Can I
Can I speak the truth?

...and above all, congratulations!
And I might add (might equals will)
Now deviate?

Deviate.
Deviates.

Justin's Old Guitar ('92)

An African plain rolls out of your head this time are you
sane and are you Fred or Jesse James and can you
ventura-guess at that body ol' crow were you scared
as you left or was it right for you to go drums that'll
talk can tell you tales of rivers flowing and of men who
try to find themselves in simple acts of going and they
wrap their lives in boxes and they shame at those
they've killed and smile at times when they were rats
and the bowl blown through was spilled but there's more
to it than just this symbol precious symbol that it be and
you can touch it as it flowers red the seal the wax the
tree and a fish can dart away from the patchwork
quilted hull which bounces gurgles off the shingles breaks
the gorgeous lull and you can tell me of your father's
words you heard that tree grew tall and here and now
I play your old guitar.

Untitled (NY '96)

How could you allow your letters to fall
into such hands as these?
An honor I would not bestow upon myself...
in doing so you have altered my image,
sung me my praises in vulgar descants,
pointed your flatulence out windows to spare me,
kept food in my mouth and blood in my penis,
and regaled me with dreams full of dance.

Untitled (09/03/96)

I know that you've passed
through my electrical fences
you've picked all my locks
and skulked down my halls
you've mounted my stairs in
search of a clue, you've
gone through my closets pen
flashlight in your mouth, pulled
paintings from walls hoping for
safes, thumbed through albums
to feel for my taste, tasted
my food to see how I cook,
rifled through desk drawers
reading my bills to see what
I paid for.
I hid in my attic, and wished that
I could have come along for this
tour, straining for noises, proof
of your presence, which proves
that you care, don't leave me up here,
reveal yourself to me
and I will do likewise
Leave your guard down
I won't be afraid

Wisdom Tooth (09/03/96)

It sneaks through me, the
disintegrating powder pill,
thickening my speech, slowing
my thoughts, deadening my
pain.

So I take a moment for inspection.
I taste my breath, I
linger over blinks
I am an addict of sorts, so
the artificial changes are
startling and frightening.

Having used marijuana as a
creative stimulant, I am
tempted to let this pill
stay gathered around the
hole in my gums, and this
literary excursion feels, well,
dangerous.

If it wears off mid-poem
will my metaphors disintegrate
like the pill in my stomach,
falling from sublimity to
doggerel?

Who am I with this additive?
This traveler in my blood?
Do I change in a fundamental way?