Rubber Baby Buggy Bumpers

Asps

In every quarter-hour crisis
The blood infused retch stains carpet

Oh be still my faithless heart

Please be still.
But I will not say peace.
Not to each passing wave of nausea
Each directed search of pain
Each reverberating weakness

Please be still, I ask you
But I issue no commands.

I offer forth no trust
Neither animosity nor kinship
Darken bile-cracked lips
Consider me a moment to be chosen
But neutral on the both sides
Until the future of forestry is revealed
As ink-stained obscenitied hands
With cyanide tears.

Or should I say all trees become paper
Covered in worthless words
And the cries of our venomous fears.

Consider my scars, measure my doubts
Carefully weigh this poverty
Yes, consider me well
Else, consider me poison.

Winding Roads of Cheese

Paul Revere

The intravenous insurrection beckons, gently
Come.
Ethereal injections whimper as you run
Until the howling in your ears become the throbbing hum
That bids you think escaping is an urgency,
Just Come.
Forward on the beat, at the thrash of pounding drum
Come.
The silence echoes swiftly across the darkened numb
Of holes in midnight forearms,
Into the breach - the scum
Into the cracks - the scrum
Into the darkness
Come.
The Paul Revere of madness rides in twilight, gathers some
But answer not his cavalcade of finitude and
Come.
The bells astound the scattering alarum of we numb
Catatonic replicas of violence render dumb
Into the breach and seal the void, insurrection's strum
Come.
And rally toward the weary lines of chaos,
Simply Come.

Come.

Come.

I beseech you, come.

Fear not the tyranny of possible
And Come.

Ultimately life makes fools of us all

Rivers, Rivets and Convergence

We will kneel
With empty hands aloft
As the albatross
Of our grief bears down upon our skulls
And every spoken word
Infringes on the quiet
Each sigh of sweet relief
Rings harsh amid the silence
All well-intentioned
But utterly pointless.
In seamless retractions
Of infinite voids
One whole is the next
The intimate toys with the blasphemed
Creating a kaleidoscope
Of comforting irreverence.
We would speak to vanquish
The still beating hearts
That gather together our tears
In banquets of tourniquet blunder
And the rending leaves every wound fresh,
Even ripe for the plunder of breath
Into staccato, stale breathing.
But speaking is words
An encroachment of order upon
The meandering meadow of chaos
While heartbreak judges itself.
Thus we will stand
With vacant eyes alight
As fragmented hands reunite
With another
Hands raised to banish the oncoming darkness. 

Danish boats float higher above the water

Cottage Cheese

How long can misrepresenting
And various "isms" hold us together
When we are determined to blow?
Yes, the infinite dwelt inside
And corrupted all our movements
With extending bronze fists
In iron-clad contracts.
So greatness entered a life's holy hell
And the fulfillment was too great to bear
Tiny hands drop their egg-shell worlds
To cover the stains on their pants.
Love is paramount
Anything else is tantamount
To swearing allegiance to disaster.
We are jesters in the courts of mobs
The unruly conscience of riot
So full of the ether we explode
And cover the world in our entrails.
We're so full of the righteous we crack
Leaving a track of digested god
The world sits in hand grenades.

And your smile is the reason I am still alive

We The Broken China Dolls


In the whirlwind of unanswered pleas
Spat back like vending machine change
From the genie jar of well-wishes,
         The weary insincere mop crinkled brows
         With wary eyes in haggard countenance
         Weary shine dampened by romance spots on tissue.

Every clarity forsaking me
In news reels of microfilm vision
Swimming against the dowsing rod
That has claimed my lusted, rusted orbs
As it's potentially hapless victim.

(I already walked the aisle
And took my hypocritic oath
With a reveler's hand on my shoulder.)

Everything within climbs over the clamor and out
(Digging trenches of crusted precari)
Retreating from ruddy child with muddy cheeks
         Wanting only water, hugs and candy
         With their human rain-delayed smiles

My twin spirits dilate with greed
I cannot move forward and yet I can't leave.

And I only see a sawdust-stained iris.