61 IS A NUMBER ATE SHORT OF THIS WEEKS EXCITING EPISODE OF RETURN TO SWALLOW FALLS: THE MUSICAL

what room was i in?

one door down from the sound of my sanity melting into the sunset

room 16

could be an allusion

would be an illusion 

should be a conclusion 

but it is a concussion 

or a submission 

for there is shit in this prescription 

-and i need a refill

i'm cracked don't you know?

a broken token

a soul forgotten 

flowing in the gutter to a treatment plant of synthetic anthemic nonsense

hey, isn't that keith emerson's cat? (poetic callback)

room 16

could be vibrations 

would be variations 

should be complications 

but only insinuations

or an investigation 

for there is gold in this passion 

-and my bank account is never overdrawn 

it wasn't a room

never was

i was in your mind

in the palace of secrets 

the palace vault...i picked the lock and treasure erupted...i danced in the dark shadows of your crown jewel and drank the nectar of your madness 

and in the frenzy of exploration i burst into...

...what room was i going to?

SHE BLINDED ME WITH POETRY (THE SCIENCE OF CREATING WORLDS OF WORDS)

you rang the bells of damnation 

you rang the bells to remind me

and i raised an army to mystify you

you sang the song of passion

you sang the song to incite me

and i danced in the gallows to glorify you

there is a fire that burns enterally 

there is a desire that consumes reality

there is an infinite orgasm of cosmic uncertainty 

and i love you 

-oh my precious words...how have i missed you

SHE NEVER GOT TO TELL JIMI SHE WAS INDEED EXPERIENCED

have you ever unraveled shag carpet?

if you have...

imagine taking all that carpet string and wading it into a loose ball-

now, imagine that the ball of carpet string is spinning-

ok, good...

tell me what you see when you look through that loose, spinning ball of carpet string 

it would be just like that

maybe that's why i'm so hard to love or why i love too hard

or do i love make hard?

or do i hard make love?

or do i love too hard make?

the drips of the sink shatter into piano tones inside my soul

oh these trumpets of whispered erotica release me into a waterfall of unrelenting groove

and now you know how easy i am to love

these principles of being simply slow and shiveringly deliberate must always be cloaked in the mists of uncertainty 

certainly mentally ribbed for your pleasure and certifiably certain of bringing out the island in your stream

but i have but one question-

are

you...

have you ever been

are you... expensive

REMIND ME NEXT TIME (ANOTHER NIGHT IN)

these swimming in jello moments when all my lifetimes come crashing at me in hyper driven rush of remastered sounds

almost taunting me

a near collision of disastrous out of time brush strokes 

almost haunting me

these flat eq'd symphonies of grand expectations i wrote in negative harmony 200 years ago falling around my ears

almost soothing me

a treasure chest of train whistles inside of the vacuum of climax

almost remembering me

and just to make you wonder...

this is where a random bassoon solo would go

(i've never met a bassoon player)

these spaces in the distance of retro-baroque melancholy hold me in a passion for a single purple note

almost drowning me

a cat possessed by the drunken ghost of kieth emerson dropped on a piano

almost toppling me

these pre-hays epic movies with singing breasts and dancing penises i directed at the end of a decade long night

almost arousing me

a smoothie of poisonous fruits mixed with a wah peddle and garnished with the color of a conjunction 

almost fortifying me

these places in the timeline of an endless loop of TV themes i wrote in a cave under the tree of isolation 

(i have met a dulcimer player)

but this is where the accordion solo goes

because you know why...

**this is exactly where ralph cramden walks in and tells me that i am a mental case**

but i do enjoy rolling around in this swimming pool full of angel hair pasta

a fallacy of intimacy i decided to type one night

almost saving me

an ode to the seagulls of chaos who remind us that if you eat the eyes of a soul you will pass this into oblivion as well

oh well...

i tried to love you in the shade of melody and somehow lost the tune

these swimming in jello moments i finally captured in your mind

one of you should remind me next time to type

THE FORMER I IS UNSEEN IN THE WIND OF REGRET

i walked a million miles of wall and wire to carry a dream to that far shore

the frightened cries of a thousand nights still echo in the valleys and over the moonlight mountains 

…and still i march on

it was a still surrender under a pale new sky when these words flew past the horizon of my shame

burdens of boredom and rivers of pain hide when the fall begins

…and still i march on

there are children in windows watching foxes argue over portions of my soul knowing not when bellies in the house of despair will be filled

for there is no hope in the pockets of a broken fool

…and still i march on

dissonance falls from my keyboard as I struggle to keep step with this new time signature while fumbling to find the key of a song i don't remember writing when the journey was new

…and still i march on

march on…

because the body seldom knows the heart has faded

a fable will rise from this terminal night

in a future not yet born i will deja vu another authorless poem

…and once again i will march on

march on…

only you and the former i will ever know

ONE NIGHT IN THE COSMIC DISCO OF BEING A PHANTASM

in the twilight of a night you thought would never arrive the sound of trumpets swirled around the first sparkle of the evening stars and you fell to your knees

it could never sound the same as before when the drums filled your senses and drew you to an altar built on the dust of another universe long ago dead

this was the warning given to you by a madman who slipped into your conscience from a dream that a sleeping genius had one drunken night when he conceived a destroyer of worlds 

absence is a worthless messenger and a poor excuse for time that trickles out of the swirling cosmos of a world yet born in reckless abandon of your fantasies gone rogue

now you struggle to rise and greet the mist of your own mortality that creeps into your burning lungs

this is the decadence of your request and it will burn you in the flames of the pursuit of a poison you could never taste

too late to turn away

too late to turn away

memorized and hypnotized by the passion of this quest you will die in a climax of desire that will haunt worlds until the end of time

too late to turn away

too late to turn away

the seed now planted deep in the womb of imagination as you feel the blood of sacrifice rush from the cave mystery you defiled on a whim

the ghost of vacancy will exact punishment for the crime and all creatures great and small will wither and die in the sunrise of your execution

BALLAD OF A WORD MAN

 it's a shiver of truth babe that you can't resist

a nugget in the nougat of a spoiled milk cake

at eighteen you woke me

in seventeen you broke me

and now i live with words i cannot shake

is this the question to the answer or a new noir twist

either way i'm damned to a black and white fate

close the door

turn out the light

for the next verse i think i'll come in late

ballad of a word man who lied and cried and died

but damned if he hadn't too many times already tried

NEON

 i slip out of time and so many worlds scatter

...like the words of the madman hiding in stunning neon

INTO THE WORDLESS

 you smiled and faded away

a sinful curl of your lips

hit me with the force of a million wishes

and before i could ask

you disappeared

back into the words i have yet to write

the stars twinkled and the trees swayed

tears fell from unborn eyes

and before i could ask

you reappeared

smile for me darling

before the bullet of madness finds you

before the conquistadors reach your palace

smile for me and i will take my leave

you smiled and faded away

another moment drifting by

you smiled and faded away

before i could rewrite the ending

you smiled

and that is all that matters

TIME IS THE DARK MATTER THAT SEPERATES US

look at these words (i write them)

look at these worlds (with these words i create them)

a lifetime of creation would be all i ever wanted to give to you

…if only i could speak to you

…if only you could hear me

but a world of words in my universe is a tower of babel in yours

CENTURION

i was born with snakes and guns in my hands

and the word on my tongue

cursed and redeemed before birth

and into the pit my soul was flung

the void seduced me and in a trance i travelled to the end of tomorrow where i bore witness to the birth of chaos and lunacy in a single inhale of lust

the sound startled me and in a hyper-sane moment i returned to the dawn of sadness where i bore witness to the death of love and passion in a single exhale of regret

i was reborn with accuracy and efficiency in my words 

and truth as my mission

darkened and enlightened before death

and returning from the pit with absolute vision 

i wander the shadows of this reality and remind you how warm the light of love can be….

WHIRLWINDS AND WHIRLPOOLS IN THE KEY OF F SHARP MINOR

is moment is the edge of forever and there can be no passage without the opening of your sacred gates

give me your roadmap to excess and hours of wonder that will slip into naked nostalgia when the river flows beyond the banks in your valley of invention

i will captain this adventure into the mysteries of your abandon and become the master of seas in your universe of exaltation

BEFORE YOU SAY THIS THOUGHT HAS GONE

all you touch tonight may be a mystery by morning or a revelation in the science of imagination before you wake from this dream flight into the soul of madness 

swirling patterns of radiant transformations explode into the empty spaces between pulsating shivers of silence 

…and still i dream of touching the impossible 

…oh to taste the lips on the smile of disaster 

…to have that flavor haunt my world

…to feel it infiltrate the corners of my sanity

all you touch tonight may be shadows of proclamations i made before the heart of a love that was never conceived 

i am orderly sorrow in the chaos of joy

and i am alive in the fear of uncertainty 

all you may touch tonight

ARPEGGIO

tomorrow could whisper in the ear of reason would the lies of yesterday cripple the monster in the eyes of passion

it is the rhythm of dreams to slow burn our blessings

it is the cycle of dysfunction to invert our perversions 

swing this world into a conundrum of unborn fate and secret me away to another body in a reality that listens to the song of inner hell and chaos 

infinity i now grasp

silent beauty in this twisted painting of a man gone insane

THE BEST PART OF WAKING UP IS NOT KNOWING WHAT I PUT IN YOUR MIND’S CUP (YOU CAN'T WRITE THIS SHIT- BECAUSE ONLY I UNDERSTAND IT)

is nowhere now here no where if you feel it everywhere in here hidden from the silence of a touch remembered in the final seconds of a symptomatic reaction 

cue the fucking symphony bitches- I AM ALIVE

crazy eyes seeing visions of the parasite in the hollow of the night are crying now without the mind recognizing the phantoms that chase today round the action 

cue the fucking symphony bitches- I AM BEYOND

ODE TO THE STONE THAT KILLS

 i will break

i will shatter into pieces uncountable

i will stumble

i will stagger through time immeasurable

the distance becomes the man and the man consumes the distance in this struggle to evolve into a cascading tide of essence

i will heal

i will mend these infinite shards of me

i will rise

i will resurrect in the finite dawn

but i will never bend to this evil cast upon this world

i will never bow to a crown worn by a jackal in a liars disguise

INSIDE THE UNICORNS DREAM- A MAGICAL OCEAN OF BALDERDASH

oh fuck, i forgot to pee

the words fell from her mouth with all the grace of a ten car pile up in an underwater car park

has anyone really ever left for vacation and forgot to turn the oven off?

he wondered aloud at the exact moment and entire cul-de-sac vanished in a household appliance fireball

give this laughter spiraling in my verbal architecture a hole in the sky of madness to fly through

take these rivers of riddles pooling in the psyche of my forgotten tears and seal them in the tomb of oblivion

for i would give anything for you to see the real me

see me

see me

he said see me pee while she was remembering to turn the oven on

and they had sex in the basement of firehouse eleven 

A MATHEMATICAL HYPOTHETICAL IN A FANTASY

 hidden in the echo of an out of control scream the whole world was possessed by the ghost of the obscene and i drank the nectar until i was intoxicated

in the morning i run into the future of a stolen moment- the chaos of this time and i can't help but falling into you

the worship of this breath can consume the next if we remain unfinished in this chamber of ideas i am unfolding

echo of a thought

of a glimpse

an instance of insistence

out of mind

of a winter in hell- controlling the scream

possession of the intoxicated obscene

in this i dream

YES, THEY WERE INDEED GREAT AND SO GLORIOUSLY GOLDEN

 burning

oh sweet flame you consume me

flashing your brilliance into the vortex of my soul

this dreamer has color that explodes

somewhere

in there

hides

the

warm embrace of an old familiar disguise

burning

oh sweet flame you consume me

the decadence of my soul ignites the flash

this explosion is the dream

MODULATION AT THE EDGE OF BREAK UP (A NAUGHTY GUITAR POEM)

 i could feel you reverberating my tremolo

almost univibe inside you

but that in phase would be overdriven and flanged

swallowed by your chorus

my distortion now compressed by your slapback

IN CURRENCY AND FLESH

 this outcome unacceptable

no reparation can atone

blood must flow

the evil of a man will cause the devil to weep

sorrow must be let go

dreaming hero

wakes to be forgotten martyr

lay the hand of vengeance

the evil of man will cause the devil to weep

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