pain without reason you said i understood immediately but Hank aren’t we born into this situation
forever we seek to understand is pain the ultimate secret knowledge Hank you’re there with Buddha is that what he found
women understand but in the end we are all human what’s between our legs is incidental
i’ve stood on city sidewalks on the streets you’ve lived on and everything is the same the rat race is quiet in most places
i love watching the angels downtown we are a rainbow of gray brown and black
some in the name of ethics money and pretense call it trauma or grieving or processing events
to be beat raped tortured sodomized insulted belittled ignored and cast aside drugged whipped lied to and left to die some of us in shame and lies in the most dangerous of nuclear families
Hank you’ve been away from me remember DeLongpre i used to stay there too and how many more places we have been it’s been so very long
your thoughts and absolute surrender to the madness of our lives you painted beauty in it’s natural form although it wasn’t what they thought
hey baby since you’re up there in the clouds can you ask the Main Man for me when you aren’t too busy now
if the reason for our mortal pain is so we will seek Him out
i cannot bend the water she has a linear will
looks inside my burning soul and snuffs the air from me the water will not bend as black clouds drenched in loss soak up the golden lights
the acids in the wicked hearts will never bend as well they only carve out empty space for bloody floods to fill
i cannot bend the tiny drops forming round my eyes while walking on a ground that screams for me to grind it down
industry analysts of war cell phone master fighters possessive of the scores
i won’t ever be able to bend the water the lusciously maddened by her waves we hunger for some more it’s best to surrender to her cleansing bosom and evaporate into the sandy dunes
purple lotus scent
the moon doesn’t hide tonight
see the change in time
there where its black where the seed of my humanness lies where the perpetuation of original sin will continue through my blood line is a photograph
the lens there in is primordial foggy unclear muddied we pick up debris while traveling through the cosmos
in between grains of ink and exposure the sum of me looks for what we all don’t know what to look with
the photo is of a bright yellow God holding me in God hand such as a molecule of mercury can not be contained
and God laughs and rejoices beyond the pale of mere creature understanding the drive when my flash goes boom
the things that are not going anywhere in the tunnels of this life
hands tired how to explain the whys of it all
roads paved with loss hey not everything is a party take time feel her out look in eyes that have never cried for herself
what about the cramp in the gut are we starved disgusted crazy or lost
how did we get here were we tricked how in the name of freedom and doing good did i give up the bond to my soul in a most obscene way
how can i teach my brother to fish how can my brother relish what’s his if he is severely sick how can i teach my sister to fight and feel out her heart if we both have to be vetted and protected from each other
the sun she’s sinking down to party in the valley rolling hills full of tumbleweeds thoughts broken desperate for context if only if only if only then there is Sardinia and a dipped toe by a drunken uncle long ago here on the city of angels there city of giants i dig like a gopher i bleed like an ulcer who am i really its no fun to lose your Rhesus at the moment of the light but it has nothing to do with monkey politics i dare say i have no more lice to give
spiritual hear
the march in our blood listen
dont let our dreams die
i
am a
spec inside
fallopian
tubes tied in silence
wandering in sepsis
with no nebula to birth
me in and mold me to be free
wicked cold frozen fire line my
eyes to shut down at dawn’s reverse rising
you my twin enigma engine super
star in brilliant tigress opus
the moon intends to strike upon
weak hands that try to hide her
floating spec dance away
into dead eyed shore
narrow pathway
stray comet
bone star
still
the sun is shy dark weepy sad the red stars on the hipsters Mao bags are dull it is a bazaar of thought living on the tops of the foam of your demon seas rebel rider non Jane Fondaer grown girl he dirty boy military card heir LA west of Hollywood Battleship Potemkin plays let’s go drop bomb on my tongue baby Jimmy Hendrix’s way irony one hundred ways to think that we can go to Sizzler after this and dude your mom has a new car but if i were on that ship ida’ve done the same damn thing he sings to me God Save the Queen and we go fuck behind the dumpster but we can’t seem to fit it in and we go back to talking about politics
