Like a mind numbing metronome. Tick Tock Tack. Keeping time for the apocalypse as the world crashes down around. Staring oblivious like a caveman or a lesser ape the likes of which I tried not to be. My primal screams like tourniquetts, just try to stop the bleeding but it's so hard now that its begun. . I claw my way to the top of this barrel of monkeys only to be pulled down because its fairer that way. I don't know wo came up with this genious idea - be it clown, or prophet or just come politicians on the high-horse counting votes so as not to fall off it. I think they thunk a while back, that we were too blind to see. Ignore the man behind the curtain. Can't you tell we're free?? Are you a commie pinko bastard or some kind of terror jockey complete with dynomite personality and style? I think that maybe I could sleep if only I had time to dream, to think, to breathe a breath of air so clean, so clean - like water before this oil slick slip slide to ender's game began. Don't you know or care or dare to think aloud in question? Always questions like you think they'd lie! The truth be told, don't no one know about the things behind the doors of alabaster and gold. The pillars cloaked in night and ivy and hundred dollar deregulation advice seminars. Stop to think who tells who. Stop to think of who decides. Do you know your senator? Does he know your name? Take four times the doctor's dosage and you just may all end up the same. It's lame the way things work like ass backwards on criss-cross dayin a blue jean jacket and some chucks. And every day is criss-cross day as long as my blue-collar means I don't get no bucks, I got no say, things they just may stay this way. Like to recourse to change the gears, the cogs, the springs, the wheels. Like no one seems to know or care or even wonder when and where we got this way like robots, maybe frogs or loyal little puppy dogs. Just wagging at the tail.. this dog's got teeth and throaty growl. Got a grimace and a viscious modern scowl. So sick and tired of being fed the line of hunting evil all the timeand working for the good of common man!!! Fuck the lies and honest eyes and all the lines they feed you in your dreams. To think the way the dolars do, to walk a mile in big brother's shoe, to end the world in regimental style. Apocalypse watcher with a smirk a grin a wink and nod. To go to sleep just for a nap and wake up watching GOD!!!

Flames licking at my ragged sneakers
Licking at my heels
Colder still than dead of winter
Fire , Ice and in between
Taste of heaven's indecision
Milk and Honey, Sickly-sweet
One more halo-harp recision
Tried to burn those gates where Angels sleep

As A Thief In The Night

There was at once a great fury of wind and torrential rains. Beneath the sky, the sons of men hid their faces, for they were heavy with shame at their misdeeds.
- This is your fault.
- I know.
- Why must things be this way?
- It had to be. There was no way around the suffering. You are stronger for it.
- I am broken.
- You must be.
- So how stronger?
- It must be so.
- I don't understand.
- I know.

There are things that men such as these cannot - no - WILL not understand as long as they inhabit this earth. Driven by fear, they will cower before the face of the Lord; before the face of man and beast they will be afraid.

- I do not wish to fear
- Then do not.
- It is not as simple as this.
- It is.

The earth brought forth a great trembling. Man and beast were crushed beneath the fury of the Lord God in Heaven. Amen. And one third of all the water in the rivers and lakes was turned to blood. And one third of all water in the oceans and the seas was turned to blood.

- I am always alone.
- This is true.
- Why must it be?
- Because this is the plight of man.
- Lonely are the rich.
- Yes.

And man and beast cried out in their thirst. "Oh LORD! Why have you forsaken us? Have we not pleased you with our offering? Have we not lived in accordance to your law?" And the Angel of the Lord felt a deep sadness for the beasts of the fields and for the men of the land.

- I cannot see the sky.
- For you are blind.
- For what crimes have I lost my eyesight?
- It is not a punishment.
- Is it not?
- You know the answer to this.

And with a voice that akin to thunder, the Angel of the Lord proclaimed, " Glory to the Lord God on high, The King of Heaven and Earth forever and ever. Amen." And with the sword, the Angel destroyed a third of the crops of men, a third of all the flowering plants, a third of the birds of the air and a third of all things that bring joy to the hearts of men.

- For this I am thankful.
- You have known this to be true for some time now.
- Yes.

And there was a great gnashing of tongues. For the wages of sin is death, the path of the righteous narrow, and the pain of the wicked...


- There is a great peace in this.
- And a great terror.
- Yes. For the wages of sin is death. And the love of money is the root of the iniquity of man.
- This we know to be true.
- Yes.

"When your fear cometh as desolation, and your destruction cometh as a whirlwind; when distress and anguish cometh upon you. Then shall they call upon me, but I will not answer; they shall seek me early, but they shall not find me."

And the fires consumed the land and all that would grow upon them. And the Lord sayeth: "Behold, I am coming soon! My reward is with me, and I will give to everyone according to what he has done. I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End."

Hipster Nation America

Holy pistolas! It's the hipster funk nation
Wondering how many licks?
To find me another gold standard.

Stand out like a circus tent,
With five iron fashion sense
While far below radar. I sink.

Like a five finger discount on public acceptance,
We're shouldering image with lazer precision
'Til some other flunky follows suit.

Spaghetti Westerns In An Urban Wasteland

I remember from my youth
Tales of Trinity and escapades
Wild western........................ strung out
Far across this desert
Never stop - for food or drink or sleep
Running headlong into que sera

Fields as far as eyes can reach
Fallow under potent mix of blood and water
While snake skins sheild with soft caress
His heels from flint and arrow points

Something wicked, something noble
Savage in its implications
Heathen child with no more John Wayne dreams

Subtle Inclinations Toward A Raging Wanderlust

There were times when I was younger,
when eternity seemed so far away,
and forever was no more
than simple banter tossed about like a sequined dress
at a Holiday Inn on prom night.
Children playing grown up games.
Forever is easy for one to imagine when
it will never come.
Older now, not by much, OLDER,
it seems as though I am staring eternity in its smirking face.
I have accepted it.
I will probably even be happy there. Predictable.
It's just.....
...it's a hard pill to swallow sometimes, at night, lying
here next to my love, my lover, Forever. I smile softly ,the light coming from passing cars wafting through the miniblinds
casting shadows - prison stripes - across my left arm
and then on down past my chest, navel, right leg,
Right foot. I am happy here, I know this.

I DO.

Sometimes I think about my father, moving across

the country, "setting up franchises"---> PAMELA J. --->

WIFE AND KIDS--->ONWARD AND UPWARD---> Ad infinitum ---> STOP!

Impossible things racing through my skull. Trajectory UNKNOWN. Soaring now.

Wilderness guide. Photographer. Adventure racer. Jungle pilot. Anthropologist. Film-maker.

STAY AT HOME DAD.

I don't know if this ball of writhing potential energy building up inside of me will hold still forever. I want to. I am terrified that one day I will run as fast as I can...to Fort Collins Colorado.....or Bozeman....or.....

Where no one will look. No one could possibly see. And then....

I would explode. All that would remain: A smoldering pile of confetti, glitter, and party novelties proclaiming proudly "HAPPY NEW YEAR 2000".....stuck again. 20 years in the past.

These subtle inclinations toward a raging wanderlust leave me terrified...
...I wake up...

Cold sweat.
I do not fear for myself. I would be perfectly content should I end up as some smoldering pile somewhere.

This may be necessary.

I DON'T WANT TO TAKE THEM DOWN WITH ME! Perhaps. Perhaps she wouldn't mind the fall.

Several Invisible Men ...All Alone In A Crowded Room With No Door

Alone I walked the trail amongst the cactus and the scrub
Watching cowboy boot print patterns flow
Along the canyon rim
Down along the creek bed
It was high noon......somewhere High Noon

Alone amongst the window shopping watchers

All arrayed in rows with shiny buttons

Down their front.

Alone I stood to touch the textured ceiling
Stood upon a chair
Just below the fixtures
.....Textured ceilings blocking sun and rain.
.....Temporal

Alone I lie upon the berber carpet
Soft - supple - polyester / Nylon / Cotton??

Alone I lie upon the ground
Moist from melting snow
From canyon walls and high pla(i)n(e)s

Soft and RED
REDDEST EARTH BELOW
Second skin beautiful
Like dust to dust
One more Adam out of Eden complex

Alone I watch the planes in bluest sky
Devoid of Scrapers leaving gaping scars
Alone I watch the eagles and the hawks

Alone I watch the beggars in the park
Alone I horde my shiny silver / gold?
Alone I walk on by on dusty sidewalk
A lone ranger in this land of lonely men
Just one more lonely misanthrope - the shame

Alone I walk the snowy creek talking to myself the birds the stars
Humming out a tune for lonely winds
Alone I walk the ridge line and the scrub and th.......
Alone I walk
Alone I walk
Alone I walk
Alone I walk
Alone I walk


Something so hermitical
Healing Unadulterated True

Hometown Heroes Meet Glacial Advancement

When heavenly bliss turns to face the day to day
Turned slings and arrows controversy monger
Like when heavens gate and angelic koolaide parties
Just don't cut it anymore....

Where to turn to heal the gaping wounds left
By backbone dagger chuckers turned neurosurgeons
Like circus tents turned chapels in the night
Just can't seem to pay the bills...

Some one please.......
Someone Please
PLEASE!!!!!!

Highschool sweethearts turn to old maid battle axe wielders
Turned divorce court lawyer and the kids with supervision
One more black eye for the tarnished reputation wielder
Just can't seem to set the record straight....

SOMEONE PLEASE!!!!!
SOMEONE P....
SOME....
ONE

Something wicked this way comes
Post-acolescent taste of adult clarity
Hijacked by that Space-man spiff and Robo-cop mentality
Subtle musings and the like:
On homeless beggar handout barons
And rocket men to boot
On inclinations to violence, hope, and wanderlust
Something wicked in a lone wolf pre-corporate monkey suit
Testing shallow waters before that fate filled
Lesson in the art of sink or swim

Of Sleepwalkers and Their Kin

Prematurely exhumed from the hole
I do reside in
Someone just might think...
Just might...
Of the walking dead.

3 Finger discount
No money for the other
The brighter
Softer side of Sleep

Stumble through the door
Haggard leper prince,
Come home for his
Iron laden crown of thorns mentality.

Not yet ready to succumb
To the waiting arms...
...Sleep
In piece.

Like so many other s
Not afraid to DIE
Not afraid
Not....