Lo-Ku (2001)

the ancient art of truthful living
the modern heart of many chambers
i've made my choice i'm all for giving
i'll sanctify all i've remaining

i will hold you relaxed inside an impenetrable ring
there's a cloud it's in your throat
there's a pocket full of secrets
there's a bite without a sting

i prayed for you before you came
i stay with you to state my name

yours, secret, is lo-ku

Eye Bullets (06/02/93)

Eye bullets, sneer lip, spitfire
Man made of home and ink stain

Tilt neck, hand splay, knee walker
Indignant music draws him to the sea

Ireland awaits thee, bastard son,
tell Apollo he shall deceive Death no more

Anger of the righteous, humor of the left
Union of the union and the bard

From this pool of clay we'll sculpt a
stage and wait for Tom, he beats

Godot because he's penniless and sore,
he smells of cider presses clocking

Fruit in measured cups and a
Single day in Dublin's all it is.
Rejoice, beckon, sing.
Joyce, Beckett, King.
Walk, wait, kill. ('em all)

At Rest In An Orchard (06/21/96)

realization.
the process of intentional fruition, and,
just the same, sudden knowledge,
new to the brain.
the apple to the noggin.
a proof of great import and
just the same, a meal,
cool to the tongue.

a funny thing about apples,
which any runner knows,
they give great energy.
but running too soon after consumption
causes cramps. best to let them settle.

it comes down to this.
a wind on my skin,
a meal in my mouth,
a thought in my head,
a love in my heart.

Remembering Pangea Via DNA (06/05/96)

Connections made through dreams;

1) A slug, small, white, friendly, created from the
carcass of a cat (also white) found floating in
the ocean.
1A) The slug, or harmless leech, seems to be sucking
quietly on the hand of the dreamer who is
repulsed but knows that the slug is benign and
born of the cat, a more easily liked creature.
1B) The slug is then thrown into a large vat of boiling
water where it seems to fold out into larger
versions of itself with the heat, these new
portions resemble tofu.
1C) The tofu then breaks apart and reveal themselves
to be full of large green beans, in the
dreamers mind gargantuan limas or capers.
1D) The whole vat liquefies into a soup.

We dream of one world, we live in several.

Gift For Enormous Language (mid '90's)

Gift for enormous language

Drunk behind the sausage
Drooling repulsive fluff
Beauty will storm

Butt blow
Hot pound
Smell love

Mother rock my mad skin
Raw peach
Easy blood beneath
Gorgeous apparatus
Crush the moon with your moment

Sordid whisper
Bare moan
Fiddle fast

Recall sweet power
Manipulate vision
Lick worship

Chant my elaborate symphony
Wax frantic at breast
Cry me
Ache me
Smooth a diamond

Can You Keep Your Wits (New York mid '90's)

Can you keep your wits about you
or do you crack and
wither quickly?
Is there a bit of both, I sense
duality, a strength sewn
out of weakness, a cracking
tenacity, a bending rigidity, and
truly don't I speak of me
whenever I speak of you?

Blame It On Paul (New York mid '90's)

Paul called all of the shots
Paul made all of the deals
Paul was the one who planned it all
Blame it on Paul

Paul was my man
He was my hero I guess
But if you ask Paul why he kept me around
He'd say, "To clean up that fuckin' mess"
Always sayin' "CLean up that fuckin' mess"

It was Paul's idea
It was Paul's baby right from the start
He didn't even tell me the god damn plan
He just told me my little part

The pantyhose were tight on my head
I could barely see at all
And when the flashing lights arrived
I didn't see Paul at all
I couldn't scale that son of a bitchin' wall

I was Paul's right hand man
I guess you could say I was second in charge
But I'm the one who took the fall
And now that bastard's still at large

Vheissu (New York mid '90's)

I have returned from Vheissu
to find that tea still tastes the same
folks still speak ill of murder
unless they are to blame
in Vheissu I drank from sand
and tasted tea
I wrestled with an ivy plant
climbed to your balcony and in
the toaster dinged and smoke escaped
there was a tumbler full of gin
there was no sign of you

The Accomplice (01/06/96)

Blood, and spilling it,
connect us.
Keep your opinion to yourself,
once it leaves your mouth
it has no meaning.

And if I'd turned away
instead of towards,
what of all this then?
Where would you be then?

JR High (Fall '08)

I walk behind you down the hall
I memorize every curve
I would talk
If I could find the nerve

You can look at my test if you don't
Know the material all that well
I don't care if they say
Cheaters go to hell

Science class early morning
Glasses braces and braids
I see each button on your shirt
Worrying about my grades

You and your friend called me gigglin'
So we have now spoken on the phone
I lent you my sister's nail polish remover
Which you used when you were all alone

Everything's weird because this Friday
There's another stupid dance
I have to make my Mom take me to the mall
To get some not high water pants

How do I ask? What do I say?
Now that so much has changed
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Check out my Jr High
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Check out my Jr High