Some Stars May Have Planets Full Of Life Circling Them................Or Not

654-76-5591 

is someone’s social security number 

4751-8456-9512-0010 

is someone’s visa number 

(visa, it’s everywhere you want to be, and a few places you don’t want anyone to know about) 

317-651-0966 

is someone’s telephone number 

not of anyone i know 

just random numbers 

like life 

random 

uncertain 

ripe for the new fools of civilization to plunder

a mirror held up to my heart 

a photo you once took

hey timmy, i’ve got someone for you to meet 

his name is andrew 

he don’t talk much

i was playing in the dirt one day 

doing boy stuff 

building roads 

erecting buildings 

dropping firecrackers from model airplanes 

“bombing run complete”

“roger that, return to base” 

and a shadow appeared 

long and smooth 

with well refined lines 

she kissed me and ran home 

“caution: initial reaction to drug may cause lifetime dependency”

27-8-32 

was the combination to my locker freshman year 

the only one who could remember it had huge breasts 

then she somehow knew the combination to the locker next to mine 

she then knew the number to a locker upstairs 

me and the guy in the locker next to mine 

took turns talking about those breasts 

the rest of freshman year

506 

was the street address of my first time 

she felt like warm summer mist falling gently on my skin 

she was so surprised to hear me say “i love you” 

but not as surprised as i was, the words just slid out of my mouth 

like a skier plummeting down the slop of an unforgiving mountain 

or my heart the day the guy she left me for 

told me he was going to be a daddy

4-17-90 

was the day i got married 

the day i thought my life was over 

much too young we were then 

but not as young as i feel today 

or as old as i felt the nights i made you cry 

but that’s behind us 

like random misadventures in a forest of selfishness 

i’m so glad you waited on me

7-5-05 

is the day i’m writing this 

and i don’t really know why 

random voices i guess 

like numbers in a lottery 

wanting to be picked

we are all random acts of nothingness 

just waiting to be something

All That Is To Come

forever 

don’t you get it? 

forever

these swollen hands 

keep on working away 

never stopping to question 

the minds authority 

they just work 

work is life 

until the dust from which you came 

embraces you in a tomb 

of someone else’s choosing

forever 

don’t you get it? 

forever

these eyes go on seeing 

all the misery they can consume 

never stopping to question 

if the action is real or if the 

pain is in focus 

they just view it 

pain is life 

until you have bled that color dry 

and can no longer pay 

what your mind charges 

for the pay-per-view life you have wasted

forever 

don’t you get it? 

forever

a cold gray sky watches you 

as you crawl along 

the gritty street 

picking up pieces of 

shattered memories 

and promises left behind

forever

heaven/hell/earth 

don’t you get it?

Scenes From An Abandoned Drive-In

i sat there in the visitors parking of your love 

along with the other hearts lined in neat rows 

waiting to be test driven 

brought back to the lot 

and told the same lie wrapped in innuendo

funny.......

if it wasn’t for the sex 

i would have taken the keys out 

walked into the sunset and laughed

“telstar” would have played 

as the closing credits rolled-

a perfect movie ending 

the clueless people exiting the theater 

shaking heads in bewildered disbelief

but no.... 

no that’s not my style

i gave the critics their money shot 

the audience gave an ovation-

some a tear 

you won the award for best deception 

and i won for best directed fool

Great Things To Be Learned By One And All

there was this old man down on the street 

his clothes were old 

with very worn shoes on his feet

he was just sitting 

silently 

as if waiting for some 

quiet wind of change 

to take him back 

from whence he came

so i asked him questions i thought fitting 

we talked about the weather 

and the latest of political endeavors 

i inquired the size of his shoe 

he said "about the same as you"

i walked a mile today

Burning Paper

like the snapping of bone 

your defenses open up 

the marrow of your existence pours out

into the preheated skillet of lust 

and without even knowing it was happening 

you’re fucked/fucking

make a wish and it may all go away 

make a choice and it may free your soul 

make it happen and the world may condemn you 

or become a blank page devoid of feeling 

the choice is yours

for the fire of mortality will burn you in the end 

without a second thought about who scribbled 

on the paper of you life

I've Got This Eternity to Hide

don't tell me 'bout good times

don't tell me 'bout the smiles

i've been waiting for them in tears

don't tell me to enjoy this

don't tell me all the lies

i've been living them for years

after all the sorrow runs down my cheek

will there be a reason to stand up?

when the laughter comes too hard now

will anyone give a damn?

no- just leave me in a shoebox 

no- just leave me the shadow

i've got nowhere left to lie

don't tell me 'bout my triumphs 

don't tell me 'bout the times i tried

i've failed too much wonder why

don't tell me 'bout forgiveness 

don't remind me of my lies

i'll need them when i die

the ghost of reason lingers in the hall now

she knows it's time to stand aside

the voice of silence speaks to my battered mind-

"no one gives a damn"

.

yes- just leave me in the distance

yes- just leave me in goodbye

i've got this eternity to hide

please turn out the lights..good night

Poet Down! Medic!

true, the patient is full of disease 

no hope, no cure 

another dose of big words, doctor please 

dying slowly, for sure 

doctor, doctor come here quick 

physician grab your dictionary 

tell your nurse to suck his dick 

maybe that will end his commentary

Toe Song

it's 3am do you know where your toes are? 

grubby little toes stuck inside a sock 

squeezed into a shoe 

wouldn't it suck if your only friend was another toe? 

especially that big one, fucking mr. no-it-all or that tiny little piggy who goes wee wee wee all the friggin time thinks he's some kind of star 
your only happiness comes when one of them gets stubbed 
“serves you right you self centered a-hole, what do you think you are some kind of supertoe” 

life would be just plain shitty if you were a toe 

always in a jam 

it's 3am why the hell you wearing shoes?