brutal
words
fall
off
the
edge
of your mouth,
the tip of your tongue
still wagging

that's how i feel about my poems,
someone is always saying do this to that.
i say but it's not in this poem to do that.

no one knows better than i when
to borrow a word
and make it into something it's not.

metrical metropolis iridescent
the merino's now grazed mercerized
eating sky, breeding sly,
to sing a mezzo contralto
of messiahs born in mews
was Jesus a sliver simian-
you call all Africans apes,
tardy that lambs and silage
all life's still need a ripcord
in the day of deaths evaporation,
stevedore in the wharves offshore

candy coated
lips loaded
crooked teeth
and the barrage
of beats
beneath this
hissing windstorm
and dusty street
full of tinned gilled
rounded amphibian
creepz

Popping Lifesavers
why not chew gum

Cant see your glare
cause its hidden
by the sun In the
flare of the magnificent
set of lifted shades
The tint of your fresh
dyed hair today

A raven wakened me today,
delivered me from moldy bed
liberating me to stray
from considering the dead.

I awakened to a dream,
some poets neglecting rhyme.
Picture boxes sit and scream.
People have no sense of time.

Time proceeds here without ticking,
clock hands sweeping, never ticking,
typist typing without clicking.
My past will return nevermore.