Saturday, October 15, 2016


lines strings strung in out in out no ways all day midnight roam dusk greeter a calm pause quiet delight not even a peep no rustle to keep empty streets beat without a creep to creep without a muffled weep just so sickeningly sweet revel the level of a treble on stiletto later now never if the seems stitched clever all the better

The good fight

Just like that is was 5am again
All were dead
or asleep
A new sheriffs in town folks
We share a name
looks alot like me
no one to dispute his law now
Before dark brings light
his shift starts

Tonight proved different for our cowboy
the tune carried away by wind
A final whistling note fit into the air
just right
for no reason at all

Mighty forces and their slave-drivers pushed it this far
made it so
by opposition alone
brought it life
so it was
shall it be

Eternally dammed by infinite contradictions complimenting traditional disagreement in scripture

God of old, god of new, bonfire and light bringer bear a blinding sign skyward

I smoked another tabbaco roll
shrugged off the need for sleep
noting my bellies hunger
Holding fast
to a feeling
neither were as important as this
true lack of substance

witches hour
near day break
in time for nothing at all

This wrote itself for you
before I persish
Being both a gift and a curse
in spoken form

To mitch

Letters left letting

words crafted
even for stevens sketchy breath bringing demon possessed heathen wearing sundays best
screen rant targeted tagged for demographic racism test
Blessed be the blessed
Please bring on the mess of fake breast pillow cases caressing for welcome treasure chests
believe that
sneak through preview
 restless resting under charged dressing scars
hiding deeper distress beacons wreaking under the breakers blinking sweetly seasoned
for a long weekend
and some star gazing lazy amazed by crazy sane sipping hazily
 beach living
dreamweavers eagerly reasoned
second seasons reasonable convenience store treason

 highway plot for sucker punch drunks bad luck
whoopass for lunch

 its most of what why is, and cant never be stamped with approval by any heart attack ready laugh factory fat cat jacked up on cheap crack, whiskey and white privalage ten gallon hats

Cady shack
Just throwing that in there to be fair

circles swirling cess pool world yearning point of no returning
gifts giving burn hole perverting thrift store flirting skirt girls relent tastefully hell bent on sex and rent money
to the second hand store earning credit better spent in everyday book store brought to learning our poor
not any more
arm chair whores
I can write down and deliver hasty exchanges
to provide readers what for
more score setting touchdown fumble core rumble scorn? s

feeling evil kenivals freewheeling a need  to not fucking deal with the bullshit your heaving at us
lost my last open trap door once more
twice for the same price on one night while kite flying websites designed with tie dye highlights
think twice
hippy skip jiffy a lift to the liquor store skit torn up rambling bit by bit bricked laid finger biting rips
tiny hats kicked back filled with hidden precious folklore told no more

screaming blasphemous reasonable doubts
peaking interest of the drought heard by word of mouth
badly missing  the sad shifting parody listening to existing dissing
serenade the quiver lips sink ships blinking bored fit throwing little shits
quip after word wrapped kit kat add spot lisp
stutter legit
unsuitable, bespoke, broke, wrote a note took as a joke
mostly shit talking
walking boots marched parachute scoop packed brute back breaking rebuke

with luck
not for song
not for the all night long
for need of speaking tongues
bleak beakers peaking chemistry's secret keeper reaping safe secrets cape wearing freakers
sneaking you
crash fluent cash wasting youth stinkers
synapse spark
parked mental art lacking will to start
this dark

a long time between memory's

broken men
nowhere fast
outlasted past present flashpoint driven task given black prisms

Time spat fact checking facts and a worn out black hat

That actually works
Flip it, lift up
stamp it as original
a forgivable subliminal
minimal hypocritical
felt up right
like a smooth criminals hymnal

Alright, no more bullshit right now....linda
beer burp while bird chirps
skirt shirt
work the type fighting night blinding cause of latent strife
right proper upside the head lighting
site seeing sightings strapped with cage fighting cravat pouring wrilly acrobats dying for higher type font writings
waste your taste on a basis of no escape artists lusting main escapade right wings

were I lost in sqauking empty plot holes again?
found to be puzzled
tricked by directional lack of attention
She clears her throat
recites current events

worthy of protests conflicting unrest
no doubt
Everything is these days a great play on playing stage diving the set list mainly

Kill a cop, kill a minority
kill someone important for a change
just not our celebrities
George Carlin
Robin Williams
Everyone else can pretty much get on with it already
Yeah I said it

As it slides along the sidelines of a Wednesday night
a Thursday sun rise
another day of self loathing
pity wallowing in swamp rat infested star trek reruns

For not with an always twist for the necessarily un-neccisary

Kira packs up
rips a bong
smoke screen covers other endeavors
in leaving by noted letters treasure trove severed

Catch future you in future time lady


Humidity peaked
New high score
Perspiration on the windows
left behind window scribble sigils
I heart U
it read
to no one in particular

Looking at it now
tough to say who left it there
Another fleeting testament on pane of glass
waxing while waning faster than the blast
Real memories never last
Where ever you are dear window writer, I love you too

Tough tittes telling those sleepless few
to call a truce
Make good with the great arms of subconscious peace
Admit defeat

The fine line you drew
Another bottle of wine mostly imbued
wile sprinklers play early morning tunes
Shitfire we are a mustard gas dumpster fire

Isn't life grander without a plan?
Would you like another can?