the burning bush
I promise you only one thing
promises are for
losers of faith
let the swing take you
over the edge
to oblivion and
beyond
close your eyes and let
faith receive you on
the other side
I will be there waiting
the burning bush
am I
Icing on the cake
Behold the icing on the cake
GO white stuff !
drum
the Drum
never ending DRUMS
beating down my
skin
on your
skin
the sun RISING over
slight nipples
I stand
no more
no less
not sure
or…
Scars
You call them tattoos
the reflections of a life
lived inside out – spinning
the last air bubble of a
man swimming with pockets
full of rocks, the faded photo
of love imagined – lost
I only see scars
trembling doubts
I’m not telling you
I love you
through the haze of
blackened fields
a scorching eye
scanning mine fields
trembling doubts
silencing my
heart
Vibrating Brownies at dawn
Would you love me less
Were I not a daughter
of Satan
The cloven hof
Giving everything you
Desire
The Extacy of
Snake pits and Vibrating
Brownies at dawn
Would you love me less
If I let you
Bleed out
withdrawal, agony, shame
Withdrawing from you
tumbling towards the void
stumbling on unlaced shoes
pain ^ 2 I scream
the hardest drug
today of days
further farther
stumbling on
1.6.8 days WITH
counting the days WITHOUT
the u in you
passing through Middleton
Withdrawal
Withdrawal
Withdrawal
Sucks.
I Lost
I wanted more
you did not
than friendship
follow heart
my feelings obvious
instead followed
for long lasting
advising “friend”
relationship
it won’t last
and love
ignore him
I lost
whistle whistle
4711 the number of
the beast
we were the kings of
the command line
the breakers
the crackers
the phreakers
ruled
the net was young
the rules none
whistle whistle
CONNECTED 2400
midnight sessions of
CGA YELLOW TINTED EYES
The Humble Guys *
Razor 1911 *
ATH and then
some sleep before
starting again
the joys of the falling
nothing
Nothing
NoThing
NOTHING
speaks to me
like the breaking of
the weakest link
the majestic
once standing
now falling
crumbling
I close my eyes
and smile
moment of truth
That sound you hear
is not a sizzler
arriving
it is I
standing right behind you
smoking a stick
of dynamite
awaiting the
mind blowing
moment of
truth