Destitution

What sense of edge from yore's pale blend
did dogma meet upon the bow of thine figurehead
wandering from ghost sea to where the latitudes do spool
entire strands of web upon the lips of chalices left to work
at helm's cruel gates?

Influx of Portraiture

Angelic tone
throughout the art tongue of the evolve'd glory
in the universal doubt
I used to know red hot pain
upon my tongue and liver
through Mercury poisons
and thoughts of torture

maybe it was oft handed bliss
that made me a pirate
not like Liberty
but more like a dough handed snot
who through out the edge of riot
could see the fain of delicious treats

I knew the tain and the cat o nine tails
the torture instruments on deck
the precise compass of latitude
through the stabbing of backwards hands
in evolved lingo of somebody's backhanded torture
through out the edge of Oblivion
saw it sober
and proceeded to not touch drugs, maybe had a beer
in the twilight proceedings of perfect justice
knew the languor of sense
like a lobotomy
with my arm branded by some black heart
we should start a band of brothers and sisters
it has been too long
I think I feel I feel pain
I'm not after the payouts any longer
that and I do not gamble
I was raised as a priest through I don't affect the attitude any longer
I love the color black
and funny notations in personal advertisements
and I don't want transference of disease
like the edge of infamy
when I had raised my red sails
after calling rape for the worse torture in the world,
doctors, I hardly knew thee, do you practice?
No, but I know the bloody empire
with their pressed syringes and liquid amphetamines
giving me heart attacks
through electronic signals
and portraiture of loved one's flesh
like the edge of our old Victory
that cut communications with spectral Empire
just to land where this place came from,
singing songs and holding hands
what we can all agree on
is that in the past
there was way too much pain
here
don't use me as a salve
I am used to whiskey sometimes
and can hardly state my words
when I found out that it was you.

truth

Well
if you would like to follow in my footsteps
I did this all
with a low rent laptop
a forged Verizon contract
and some borrowed pennies.

Wonder if you can beat a whole planet full of Masons
with a stone in your pocket?  Just ask me, yeah, I did that when I was 22

The French Connection

I wonder about the languor
of not having a girlfriend in three years
if it has left me wanting human connection
or if all I did
was save the universe over and over again since I was a child
wondering what these observers were, who they were.

I would like to travel to a different planet
maybe it was the dream of a young boy or girl
to have the capability to revisit their past lives
and I wonder now how it was mutated by adulthood,

those shifting machines, the microscopic plate of the human mind
roving in and out through infinities without affinity but for the hinge of a knife blade
wonder who I should leave destitute and for what
not as a game or as "seriousness"
but as an aptitude for genius

I used to be an experimental test pilot
in something called the widow maker
call it an F-16
when those foreign wars had invaded
and left the ones destitute who
had lost their children due to some horrible fucking time travel war
in recompense for eloquence
you and I are both smart
lets leave the writing as a shut book
and begin to take orders from the hollow gnarls of an old cedar elm
where the dusk begins to settle
through the virtues of dark Mankind
and the recipe for success
at this latitude
is the elm
and its furrowed distance
from the fortitude of pirate song
where you notice that you ain't got a comrade or a sting
in the eloquence of a pear
I should have known what my mother was talking about
from the day that I was born
and maybe I did
but the lesson is in the sense
of being a child once in awhile
so that we all get to go home
and I am fine
until I had learned that most of the warfare
was about crack cocaine
and heroin
which I never knew as a child
the war being who would marry Beauty
and there were a lot of decisions
but in the end
let me tell you
I need a drink.

Addendum. Place This on My Tombstone

Gods or Goddesses could not create something more powerful, or more potent than themselves, even as a group.  Norman Mailer once said that the creator or creatress could not make something wiser or more intelligent than themselves.  Only a fool could do so on accident, and if something more or less powerful than the creator exists, that means that the creator is a fool.

Someone Deleted My Email Account

Someone Deleted My Email Account
It Wasn't a Poem
But You were in there maybe, prying
and someone deleted my mind
but maybe who I thought you were was there so
maybe you should forget about me
I don't have any drugs
but if you want some go ask the neighbors

I might have a knife though, period.