Your absence has been branded
Cat ,
where once in a while
in the universe we all call wilderness,
thou escapist to make folks wonder
where the poet has eloped
and when the return is un-sounded
hearts begin to thump again
poets like me are grounded
is it you once again?
I can't believe my weary eyes
some tear drops always remain,
anyhow that's my luck
twill always be the same

those who love me are very few
almost nil 'tis true

stutter

Spit and grip on the freedom tip.

Dig the street rhapsody,

soliloquy of the disenfranchised

who witness the lies, alibis, bought and paid for,

playful no more. Meet pissed with a fist and get the gist

that an ignored scream is better than a pliant whisper.

I can't remember an ember so limber it locks in to box in

the hatred. Smoldering, holding in

the ten word long expletive before I begin again.

This sail is full of wind, the volume is kickin' in,

draw a day deep
her tide shelter
the kelp and cockerels

the winds carrying
burning peat

Perspicacious pimps make jingles out of crime.
The crèche of dope is there, if you need ‘quiet time’.
Incipient, the sushi train roars round the bends of fate,
Princess Origami smokes 'cause Madam Skim is late.

Animals on menus, the blood of saints for sale.
Refugees from a sunken earth scuba dive beyond the pale.
Madam Skim now orders up to celebrate the end
of another war where no one knew who was foe or friend.