Saw Through The Night With Two Black Eyes . . .

Saw through the night with two black eyes
The velvet curtain cloaking crime
Dark angels who have shed their wings
Exchanging them for fashioned horns

Deception rings, familiar chimes
The witching hour has arrived
As shameless masquerading murderous
Men attend to spread revenge

Suffocation falls like fog
Around us all, it stalls the senses
Projecting false fanatic hope
The drunks will cope but fail to mention

Fortresses they built to last
That crumbled at the feet of failure
The sympathizing ears of strangers
Who listen to barstool lament

The bartender is heaven sent
A buoy in a sea of fools
Left bobbing in broad waters of
Potential meant for so much more

Harbored efforts flail undaunted
Cynicism wins again
As those who have nothing to lose
Pretend they choose conduced dissention

Forever starts with but a kiss
Upon the lips of diamond minutes
A heavy cost for hours lost
Ascribing time’s foreboding tread

The cure for countless casualties
Is Sweden in the summertime
Her subsequent and unassuming streets
Produce desired forgetting

Blameless setting, liberal rule
Induced by seduced sun-drenched leisure
Situation overdrive
The blood of Christ which blinds the eye

Imagine if true love could bind
The hate contrived inside mankind
Effrontery, ribald Charybdis
Devouring non-conformity

Fraudulent, splenetic bids
To buy beach front oblivion
Indecorous curvatures
The crux of earthworm earnestness

Garland laced loquacity
Upon the grave inscription reads:
To Whom It May Concern
Farewell to thee my burdens lain.

This Life I Lead Will Not Last Long. . .

This life I lead will not last long
Frayed tails in taste, crude cummerbund
Billiard balls in motion crack
The black marked eight in Hume defiance

Strength of focus it would seem
Hath deemed religion mental slavery
As Strindberg’s hyacinth strikes root
The vigorous bloom in darkness shoots

And so goes love, the seed of time
Which quickly blossoms, then must die
Take influence for instance
Illusion in remittence

A three act play must turn away
From arabesque depiction laid
Gale forms of such said subtleties
Engage the voyeur’s lustful range

I fear impending doom
Scold sphere settles on this dark charade
And I am left to fend myself
With nothing but drunk fits to guide me

Beyond the door there’s something more
A saddened love, the vacant stranger
Drab Denmark desolation danger
Of calm willed wit and steel spun courage

Sød Anne! Soft, mad, sullen silk!
Hast thou forgotten Zacatecas?
The border towns the wheeled shark blazed by
Heading State Side bound Laredo

I stroll crammed streets and raucous pubs
Which house ten thousand fiery eyes
That sear into my empty frame
These creatures I cannot relate

A poet doomed to never feel
The human touch of wants embrace
The rain was made to fall on me
And drowned me in my misery

My face invites the flirting tease
Of women I shall never marry
Never kiss lips fully pursed
The breath of death has breathed her curse

Unwearied strength I knew you well
When I was cloaked in virile youth
But now the age of doubt has come
The age that fears what futures hold

Have I not penned these very lines
Only to laugh when I was done?
To think that I would be the one
Whom death would choose to tread so closely

Surrounded by my own decay
But I have died so many times
It’s hard to differentiate
True death from deaths of years befallen

My convoluted coat of arms
Confirm scant family love per se
You’ll remember me for years to come
The poster child for psychobabble

Exploding from the inside out
A Molotov cocktail mouth of words
Knocking on the mind’s of men
Hoping to at last be heard.

Swurm Meal

Mud river basin fraught subdued
In spite tumultuous wave
The desperate sweeping harbor ships
To search a watery grave

A missing child who last was seen
Beyond the open mouth
Is feared to be a victim of
The riptide pulling out

Present so fair an innocence
Renounced in speck and stream
The placid surf that laps the shore
Not always what it seems

A mother stood beside herself
Within her haunted, vagrant space
Sends prayers toward Heaven one last time
To intervene her lost child’s fate

A paralleled, uncanny reach
The maliblue of pixel crowding
South of city Saugatuck
Sits faceless forlorn faggot housing

Dear Douglas in the summertime
Boasts lawns of manicured intent
The time town captives poured into
Pretentiousness were hours well spent

And then there’s me, the bastard spawn
Of all inclusive after parties
Drowning in bong alabaster
Water I could never swallow

Eyes undress my soulless structure
I can sense discovering
Who I am and what I pretend
I may be due prophecy

Men will say there’s nothing to me
Girls will claim they thought they knew me
Long ago and long since been dust
Running low on cleric trust

My Christian roots and heathen boots
Strapped to this place marked Planet Waste
I never thought I’d make it this long, this strong
Thought my mind would be gone

Sweet mother gave diplomacy
My father, hopes I’ve dared to dream
I thank them both though they don’t get
My intellect in retrospect

My broken heart, my ill-sought fame
The squalls of rain that flood my brain
The train of which I’ve never leapt
The promises I’ve never kept

Passing regret long lone tracks
Of memories I can’t take back
And miles of steel rail laid in doubt
The desperate need to find a way out

Search in vain for inner truth
The whispers of existing proof
Commit my body to the sea
And let the wave wash rescue me

Relationships I’ve scarred in harm
And some of which I’ve tried too hard
Some too damn slow and some too quick
Some felt like cuckolds to my prick

Obsequious extrapolation
Elicit forms of fornication
Risque intoxicating hipsters
Grow into obsolescent spinsters

Exquisite marram grass beholding
Pontificated thoughts unfolding
Tears of night that fall from flight
While dancing with her in the moonlight.