After The Gold Rush

Is cold here in each me room
sat listenin' a scratched record.
Swears it's cold as molded tomb
Yet, naked of me own accord.
No job or worth n'more I have
Gone idle all completely
Tis whirring air wot is me salve
the record she sings sweetly.

Two Poems

RED


like a splash of blood on the floor
my beloved red cancer of old
spread like forestfire
expand like a ravenous disease
open up like a trapdoor to hell
hot as the highest sun
fucking killer
drug to the soul
crack to the head
accidentally-on-purpose ghost baby
idiot youth arm in arm
swallow me up again
y’sweet sickness



INCHBYINCH


Seasons pass by
inchbyinch
onemillionM.P.H.
melting thru likebutter
I have so many plans
SO much time
BUT
it passes at
onemillionM.P.H.

I bought a
WRISTWATCH
to keepmys elf
in chec k
6o’clock
inchbyinch
onemillionM>P>H
Tomorrow came
(like anyotherday)It passed and i
didn’tevennotice
I wa sn’t sleeping.

I have somany plans
I dreamof them
sometimes.
I wake UP
and recallthem aloud
sothaticanremember.

I wantto bake a cake
I want to readsheet music
I wantt o reach distantfriends
I feellike workingout
get my self into g oodshape
I feel likeamillion dollars
(in debt)

I have so manyplans
my watchspins at
onemillionM?P?H?
T IME
meltsthru like butter

Four Cut-ups

I

I saw you yesterday
A parade of phantoms
Don’t look now but –
I am the empty man –
you are disappearing.

The man who eats –
a cat in the engine –himself.
Fall into yesterday –
the pool inside –
and stay there.

It is beyond all of us
The freedom to leave.
Help me help you –
the cutting room floor – help me.

Wish away your last –
feel free (don’t)
– three wishes.
Try again later.

II

In the eye of a storm
Precious little heart
Blinded by love/control
Reach inside
Feel it within you
All of you
In all of us
Whirlwind desire

Feel/belong

III

It’s a beautiful life
in the air, dancing
Falling in slow
motion
For half of your
life.
That thing inside
your chest turned
my life upside-
down.

If you see me
again
Under a lens
Don’t look up.

IV

All hearts fall
apart.
If only you had
known.
Some people just
aren’t meant to
be.