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

Obsidian Dream Suite Opus #12 (Not Where You Are Looking)

i’m not where you are looking

the simplest disguise fools even the seasoned eyes

it is within the crystalline chamber of the darkest night

not in this dimension or in this slice of time

i’m not where you are looking

because you are still looking for me

turn out the light

i want to be inside your shadow

because love is never simple

behind you

a sensation dances inside the moment of a dream

in a sepia toned dream we ebbed and flowed

a moonlight engagement

beside you

we fall down as the ground reaches up to greet us

a quest for all the desires in the kingdom of your nighttime begins

with the wolf standing in the doorway of time

i’m not where you are looking

the simplest disguise fools even the seasoned eyes

it is within the crystalline chamber of the darkest night

not in this dimension or in this slice of time

i’m not where you are looking

because you are still looking for me

these eyes go on seeing

sitting there in the visitors parking of your love

the marrow of my existence pours out

between you

i’m not where you are looking

because you are still looking for me

a mirror held up to my heart

after all the sorrow runs down my cheek

the drums sound echoing through the canyons of regret

inside you

is where i’m looking for me

in the crystalline chamber of your heart

not where you are looking

Quarantine: Do Not Enter. This Species Dangerous to All Life Forms.

feed on dust

pray on rust

dying on the vine we suck the teat of plenty and never feel satisfied

feed on dust

pray on rust

dying on the vine we drink the nectar of knowledge and never learn

feed on dust

pray on rust

living in the sewer of vanity we crave the infinite and never taste the moment

feed on dust

pray on rust

living in the shallow end of freedom afraid to free ourselves from the ignorance our own simple pool

fed on dust

prayed to rust

spinning eternally on an isolated rock unaware of the warning signs posted for all intelligent life to see 

Watching My Words Sail the Seas of Chaos and Temptation and Dreaming of the Madness in the Method of Love Unbound

sometimes i write and write

on and on

not making much sense

only so i can watch the words disappear when i delete them

my words

being swallowed by the vacuum of time

my passion

being drawn into the void before it can bloom

my voice

swept away in a avalanche of insignificance

if only you could hear my whisper

how it fills the valley of solitude with a thunder that would make you shiver  

but

my breath is wasted

over spilled wine and decaying time

no hello could bring it back

no goodbye could remove the pain

this ache i have for the warmth of the sun

and the taste of your smile on my lips

and sometimes i write and write

on and on

making sense only to the voices in my head

so i can type them and make you wonder

if

my words

touching forbidden places in the darkness of another time

my passion

exploding in the depth of you soul

my voice

delivering the message of a dream

and i wonder if i should watch these disappear

before you can see me

standing in the corner of temptation-

the event horizon of disaster

or the moment of memory sealed in the vacuum of your mind 

Whisper on the Shadows (Dreaming of Selene)

a moonlight engagement

with the dreams and demons of desire

the invitation to drink the great orb's reflection

from the lake of lost memories

whisper on the shadows of visions i kept

something creeps on the missing truths

a face lost in the almanacs of winters shaded in time 

the voice of a thousand secreted autumns moves in the mist

formless in the swirling madness of my current mental state

whisper on the shadows of visions i kept

my gypsy past screams at the reflection i gaze into

the modern me too little of the gothic creature i remember

the creature i remember too little of the honesty i sold

my honesty screams at the gypsy who let go

whisper on the shadows of visions i kept

a lunar fantasy 

at the wheel of consequence

satellite infatuation 

a moonlight engagement

at the alter of insanity

in the arms of selene i slumber 

dreaming of the riddle i could never solve

of the rainbow i could never catch

in the arms of selene i remember

whisper on the shadows of visions i kept

my gypsy finds me on the brink of destruction

the final scene of a gothic tale i wrote eons before my birth

only my deception can save me now

will the plot twist of morning come too late?

will the whisper i wrote wake me before i fall? 

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