The Lost Adventures of Artemis Dobro: Episode V (Should Rebels Live to See Fifty?)

i still carry a little book with my poems

these days it's blue instead of black

and the tones are a little more grey

is it time that mellows

or is it the punishment time deals out in waves?

the endless sorties flown by the pilots of indecision?

perhaps the barrage of artillery from the gunners of doubt?

all i know is one day i woke up and the black book was too heavy

the stones of age and dysfunction grind slowly but with certainty

the harvest of this autumn is fear

and this winter will last forever

did all of your words get written?

how many lines left in the canyons of wasted days?

what good did you leave undone in the stillness of nights forgotten?

so i scribble away

line after line

blue notebook this year

maybe yellow next

and pink the year after

finally one day it may be white

-the year i give up the ghost-

-the year the voices stop-

-when i can no longer hear babies cry or women sigh-

-when my rebellion is a fuzzy memory-

and my salvation no longer sleeps next to me

A Mate Burst

subtlety glides

vibratory divides

wishing fools do meet

 

(don't you want to)

 

holy water

lonely squatter

washing undeserving feet

 

(don't you want to)

 

english teachers

southern preachers

sinking admiral watches fleet

 

(don't you want to)

 

spanking fetish

with teenage twist

all for beating meat

 

(yes, you want to)

Looking Through Squinted Eyes

some people like feet

some prefer hands

leather straps and whips

metal objects can be grand

some taboo

some left unspoken

some we just shouldn't think about

 else a therapist we'd be seeking

pocket clingy's

latex thingy's

a harness for swinging

fun and ritual just a bit institutional mostly unconventional

all for one extreme moment

and then it begins all over again

The Lost Adventures of Artemis Dobro: Episode IV (The Book of Chaos Has A Ghost Writer)

where does your pain reside?

where do your teardrops hide?

in the fleeting evaporation of a smile

conflict fires the machinery of your mind

wishing the feeling could last forever

and damning the warmth for ever rising in your head

and equal love and hate for the pain that rules your life

the fear of and the longing for

a simple permanent release

to caress the desire you see in the distance

but refuse to run toward

where do your teardrops hide?

where does your pain reside?

in days long since past your gaze at the stars

brought you the warmth of the possibilities

reaching into the infinite 

a wondrous world of dreams on dimensions unbound

this cast aside child eternal now lives forever inside

the distorted creature who stumbles

with the simple act of remembering

the location of a parked car

the four D's of every mans personal apocalypse

illuminates your path today

doubt- in every step forwards and back

defeat- in every memory that remains

disillusionment- in every promise broken by you and those who passed you by

dementia- in every word never written and every idea left on the floor

where does your pain reside?

where do your teardrops hide?

in the place we refuse to reach

in the place we refuse to illuminate

in the place forgiveness fears to tread

in the place where dreams die

inside

inside

inside

  

The Lost Adventures of Artemis Dobro: Episode III (Tin Can Tumbleweeds)

cars on the highway

rolling prisons of our own design

the freedom of the open road

now it owns our very soul

here and there

some place never

here and there

going nowhere

hold me back or let me fall

the seeds of demise already sown

the speed may kill us

but the agony of stillness swallows our essence

going nowhere

the expanse before us narrows

each time we turn our backs

on the reapers of dreams

the unchallenged future now so finite

going forever

and in all this cacophony of madness

we hear the faint whispers of humanity

 life, love, liberty and industry

distilled into a clear elixir of insanity

here and there

some place never

here and there

going nowhere

cars on the highway

the freedom of the open road

entombed in our hybrid prisons

a soulless trip to and endless end

spinning

spinning

wheels on the card go round

spinning

spinning

wheels on the car grind us down

humanity- the relentless pursuit of destruction

The Lost Adventures of Artemis Dobro: Episode II (A Little Something About Being Broke)

driving (again)

on my way to work 

it was all in my head 

this story about something 

about me expounding on the wisdom of age 

and youth gone wild 

and other useless stuff 

a little something about being broke 

but....it’s all gone now 

gone gone gone

gone gone gone

she wore her breasts as if they were made for reality TV

her clothes purchased at some boutique for whores- cleavage unbound 

she was asking me if she should tip the limo driver 

i almost gave her the “i don’t tip speech” from reservoir dogs 

but, could barely speak 

that is where this story went slamming onto the floor 

with the same destructive force as her damn jersey accent 

i swear i almost called her carmela and asked her where tony was 

but, she’s gone now

all gone now

gone gone gone

gone gone gone

blurry are the days of my youth roads walked 

and bridges crossed with so many stops along the way

all those stops and not once did i ever get directions 

but, that is how i found you and my voices 

and this job 

and carmela

and this search

it’s nice to know you will be there when i get home

whenever that may be

The Lost Adventures of Artemis Dobro: Prelude (97 Miles)

it's 97 miles to toledo

the fresh asphalt gleans an opaque glow as the rain pours down

i'm chasing demons now

while the devil rides shotgun while fate is wrapped in plastic and tied up in the trunk

chasing demons

passing the memories that jam the slow lane

it's 97 miles to toledo

i wonder.... did i forget to close the regret?

wouldn't want any rodents getting in while i was gone

did i turn the love off?

or did i let it simmer until i return?

it's 97 miles to toledo

the devil, he tells me everything is

gonna be alright in the morning

just toss that body in the lake and let your worries take it on down

chasing demons into the dark