Black and blue and pure
Like pink and gray and clear
Mothers gossip on Blossom St.
And im comforted by the bikers
in packs and many directions
drinkers and smokers and campfires of headlights
drowning every moment of would be silence
with laughter and cheering with changing senseless gears
in front of the State House
with campaign thought friends
all just drunk on beer
there headlights dance the radio bingo
they mingle with the dissolution
I'm so ever aware of that. Always.
They smoke grass
dropped the lid with the stash
the scavenger road kill ash,
sprinkled over the ground to become the morning due
and that is the tomorrow of this small city
They drop there guard, circle around
they drop there love and there wallets
and the darkened blood drops too

Angels of sweet wet safety splashes
wipe the sweat from my eyes
she kisses me
tingles vapor to my bones
a juicy after-glow
like orange sunbursts
like sweet honeysuckle madness
baby i need you
like that mother who needs the comfortable chair
these are wonderful thoughtless fires
barely gleaming like cole
for a one night bar-b cue-stick raid
the summer simmers in its juices, wadding
way under the flesh

eyes flicker in a bathroom by bic
candles in the living room
10 or twelve sit pow wow
tattoos jump there coffins
tattoos talking amunst themselves
The cheetah
jumps from the arm chair to the sofa
frolicking,where the soft vacancy
of smooth wilds youth
breeds her void into all of us
screaming "Am I not the beautiful one !?"
"Am I not the beautiful one !!?"
darling, your a child teething
A vegetarian vampire
grieving for molecules in heaven
and you cant trade the distance for what others
have to earn, its so bent for those rich kids

Science has no photo of death

gangsters and fund raisers
heretics and harlots
trinkets and bad endings
lets get married
and magnet children for our refrigerators to draw pictures for
you ignore it
but how you like to be called brown suger
and I see you shed your lairs
A cheetah prowling the room
dancing for the men
for we are evenly split so

in a foggy vision of what this room decides is so
boys in love with the whatnot you want them to be
begging your suburban conscious clean
so you sing Hallelujah!!
But only eye whispers we deliver
and i jolly my leave
i close the door by unscrewing the hinge
I sing madness echoes upon now empty streets
and my bike echoes across the Taylor St. bridge
an earthly arrangement of music
dreaming me solid again
that temptation is virtue's loss
that a pit viper could validate the cost
to find my strong willed one
and @$%!! @$%!! @$%!!
Thrusting out into this city I scream.
refreshment, breathing, 20 new scenes
I'm believing through the seams
and I surch for Lillith, and Francis Bacon