I Wore A Mask

mother 

was 

sleeping

alone

father 

was 

gone

i wore a mask

but she knew

mother 

always 

knows

Eat

tender meat in the pan

medium

yes

just enough blood

to dip my bread

tender meat in the pan

juicy

slice of human flesh

upper thigh, i do guess

tender meat in the pan

Er Bolbet Narishkeiten

daybreak:

good morning sunshine

not a very original way to start a poem

but it was morning and i was recalling

my life has been a string of landings in hot lz’s

being pinned down by mercenary snipers

hired by the fashion army to keep my

unkempt persona in check

all i cry out for is love and laughter

in the fields of fresh disaster

morning mail:

dear sir, we regret to inform you that your life has been cancelled.

please return all reference material to the archives center and report immediately to a reprogramming station.

well, fuck me!

afternoon reprogramming:

wait!

before i step into the re-programmer and disappear forever 

remember this

all glory is fleeting

and so is sanity

remain defiant

and always

joke ‘em if they can’t take a fuck!

inside the program:

this is where we get it

something we all need

the internet ego builder upper

hearts with a view

overlooking vacationing parasites

and newly born junkies

a panorama of vanity

spread out as far as the eye can see

only our eyes are closed

windows painted shut

boarded up for our own protection

‘cause there’s a storm a comin’

must remember........i am the lover in the pink pajamas

that you always wanted for your very own

can’t forget......i am the naughty thoughts you had

while you were alone

at some point, still undetermined by our modern scholars, the re-programming machine sensing it’s own life was at stake began to draw energy from all of the known universe

basing the very definition of it existence on the ability to snuff out the poet inside the box

the dramatic climax:

i want to live forever

under a sky of pink

and roll in the tall grass

lush and purple

and i want to sleep beside you

in a room of our choosing

with the sounds of crickets

and the hooting of owls

i want to make love to you forever

with a string accompaniment

playing just below the foot of the bed

mozart when you’re above

beethoven when you’re below

and bach while we lay side by side

boom!

the universe fell silent....

poet had won

the long way home:

kissing visions of myself in the mirror

not too damn healthy

guess i should get back to writing now

or work

or living

or what i really miss....

i'm coming home dear

i love you

night time-a chance to dream:

you see

someone once told me

that i could write a whole lot of nothing

and get away with it

just because.........

i am thelizardprince 

the duck
the sideshow nocturne

and well, all of you are not

Talking Sand

crying for more pain

it's the healing that truly hurts

fill my glass with the blood preacher man

and tell me how it will bring me truth and glory

the deepest cut is the slice of reality

we receive begging while begging to be forgiven

 

mark me for the destruction

in the oft spoken decimation

i will walk with my head high

i will never surrender again

 

talking sand is all we are

it's the shifting winds that break us

fill my head with truth teacher man

and tell me how your history decides my future

the deepest cut is the slice of reality

we receive learning their paranoid truths

 

mark me for the destruction

in the oft spoke decimation

i will walk with my head high

i will never surrender again 

She Touches

isolation comforts me in this landscape

a new color of dreams walks with me

in this wasteland of nocturnal birth

now

feeling

movement

in the center of ecstasy

 

(she can) touch me

she can (touch me)

 

on and on into one now here within me

the grip of exploration tightens around the virus of need

the darkness of invention supplies the demand

now

living

eternal

into the center of vanity

 

she can (touch me)

(she can) touch me

 

she touches (everything inside) the palace of excess

 

notes of the deepest blue wash over me

peering into the oceans of madness

exploring the strength of my will

now

intense

volcanic

 

she can (touch me)

(she can) touch me

 

life explodes from my soul

as the glow of my insanity burns

all mysteries unwoven and scattered about the universe

now

forever

touching

without ever being here

 

(she touches) everything inside the palace of excess

Tranquil

don't release that tear without me

keep it locked in the corner of your eye

nearer to the fear than your persistent youth would believe

i am within the walls of this purgatory you call your heart

moving in slow motion at the speed of your own nightmare

do you recall the pictures taken in the dawn of a whisper

the whisper of my oncoming shadow

 

photos of your tranquil waters

seal the fate of these dreams you pretend to live
 

don't release that tear without me

keep it just under the surface of the water

silently stalking your precious time

one day you will dive deep enough to find me

waiting for the communion of pain you secretly long to touch

the whisper is watching you and remembering a night we shared

photos of your tranquil waters

seal the fate of these dreams you pretend to live

The Insatiable Virgo

she is the insatiablevirgo

always looking at you

with eyes of blue

born september 9th 1972

she sometimes wonders 

who she is-

sometimes unsure

just a little insecure

with a heart so pure

lover

friend

mother

diva

don't ever underestimate her

she endures my whims

with patience and grace

and a smile on her face

even when i'm out of place

activist

helper

educator

daredevil

don't ever back her into a corner

she brings forth words

clever and cute they often show

always letting me know

and i love them, love them so

she is my proof of the divine

"the cream in my coffee, the apple of my eye"

no need to ever ask why

she is my poet

she is my lover

she is my wife