can only be moved on the surface so many of these earth-clod gods i can not swim their current and stay the course myself my waters and my world can't speak and swim and there's nothing left to say how will i know the one no i should have never come *
Tag: Poetry
Untitled, original poem #71
too many souls too much sweat and too much blood too many damned human movements moments of pinpoint salvation here i am again and in aftermath waiting for the end of the world waiting for my freedom waiting to be whole again waiting hallelujah *
Untitled, original poem #70
static background hollow or shallow souls something basic is absent not necessarily missing more like never been darkwood poison daydreams singing simply stinging in my ear as you busily oblivious bourgeois are polishing your plastic hair know you and i can never meet no the tracks you've laid don't go there *
Original poem #69
Birthday
i ran into a kind of strange creature on my way down here nestled in that nexus the nimbus of the endless never coiled in truth it spoke troubled soul you won't be far from home and you don't need salvation *
Original poem #68
Political Doublespeak
coerce govern mob rule democracy larceny taxation threats laws power broker politician serf citizen stockholm syndrome patriotism mass murder war *
Original poem #67
Waypoint
warped in your starlight softened and scattered i'm cloud-filtered moonlight feasting on ravens and shadows of earth night a pale flight refusing my soul for these bones and their birthright *
Untitled, original poem #66
las vegas is slick women in boots high to the thigh stuffed with feet of foam rubber she's a glitzy lit hooker that cums with no lover mottled mosaic america lighted zirconium she's staged in the countrooms & small spectral glasses of booze bought breasts las vegas is best in the dark *
Transdimensional Poet 