Thursday, December 22, 2016

Francis (Roo)

I drank alot earlier,
So I thought
I'd better get another bottle
Or else
run out
run dry
like a river bank tree
starved
sober
shaking its last leaf

Time for moves
chapters new
Vegas?
Or just the desert
death valley wish
journey
blues

Made it there
put all on black
debts paid
made it back

I told this story
today in truth
do as I say
Not as I do



Points West

Who is Mark West?
Seen him though?
In a cab?
Blended
red
Pinot?

Mike says two for 10
bottle throttle
Spare for a friend?
Maybe
Always the best host
Never
friends close
Still
close

Nice folks
with whom to toast
Spirits chasing
ghosts
tipped up
tip toed

Down the hatch
regrets go

Join me in the dark side

If there is one thing I can be sure of
It's I cannot be sure about anything
VIsion shows me through
Logic boils down
Sounds of dead languages
un-translatable

One to many may say no
There is a truth
Absolutes
Speculation disregards avoidance
What are you sure of?
Death and taxes?
Seek deep and tell all
How sure you are of both
While we all are not knowing
Or guessing
feeling or bealiving
that something must be sure

Shy away from talks on it
Care not to elaborate
and dare you not question
Nod, smile, but do not think
If you do
trouble forcasts devils advocates
grief strikes nay sayers or disagreers
Swallow complaciancys perscription
Enjoy agreed upon happy

Unless unable
unwilling
or otherwise drawn else where
THen take up arms
welcome the black
Seek something where there is nothing
until you forfiet
until ideals are stricken so with contradictory complemtory irony for all to witness

On one hand, is most
in the other, few
In the middle, a facade
Any would be well to join the many
Cursed are the few
Me
Hopefully you








Funny thing about irony
It makes everything funny
Everything
and ironic
Constructively complementary
Constrictive


However cyclical appearing
Watch shift shape

And round
and round
I go
Alone
Or unknown
stoned

Anything
but brevitys meat free bones
Save for empty tombs for left over catacombs
rot
face first
feet up

literate dipshits

Can't loos what you don't put in

Man
Another day
Sneaks past while dragging you to hell
Then it ends
Begins
Again
Again
Again

People don't like it when I say it
I'll be the happiest dead guy ever
Like, can't wait to not wake up
Sleep a dreamless dream
eternally
Or whatever
Oblivion
Oblivious
What's the fucking difference?

Rub it out
Scrub the grout
Pout about how things didnt turn out
Waste your dimes
Time
Mind
For not
The all
Any lie you made a truth to comfort unanswered questions
you gave up on long ago
forgoe'd

Easy street is not knowing there were fucks to give
Or a reason to think you lived
All is lost
cept this tasy vine solution
Left light escaping sly pasty lush mascot
sublime

If trumpets play at the end of it all
better be miles god dammed davis
pissin windward
blowin harder than your moms
on the hair of my chinny chin

rinky dink sheep scatter
pink platters
wait
deep
deep
down
aye the fated sink hole sinful sleep

Fight what?
For keeps?
You can have it
all
think nothing of it



Free car wash day

Rained today
Is raining
Never does that
Never

When never meets present
I find myself falling with it
Standing at attention
Greeting thy gods pee upon my retina

That was the position in the Army when it rained
staring upward, unblinking
flinching frowned upon
Cast your sight skywards wet warrior

Now, anytime it pours
My souls drift outward
upward
face to face with what is coming down

When/if
Reminds me of old things
lost forgets
sad songs and slow waltzes

Arms presented
Pain neglected
Gaze heavenly
Look up