A COLLECTION OF POETRY BY JO GABRIEL

A LONELY GLOWING DARKNESS
 
GREATLY NO SECRET AND ONLY HUMAN IS SECONDARY ABOVE CRYING…BLACK LAUGHTER SPILLING WE MEET IN AND OUT OF MOTHER SAVING, SEEKING, LOST TO LIFE IN A MESS OF SIMPLE FANTASIES OR A LONELY GLOWING DARKNESS THAT FLED THE DAY. YOU WALKED WHITE AND STRANGE INTO ME TOO CLOSELY. I STILL THINK IN GARDENS OUTSIDE ALIVE AMONG THE SUBPLOTS BELOW THE FLOOR. VERTICAL DIALOGUE UNPREDICTABLE AS LEGS THAT SET AWAY WITH NO FEAR. HURRICANES IN THE HEART OVERLOOKED BY THE CURTAINS OF TIME, LONG AFTER THE WORDLESS EXTREMES OF RAGE AND DESPAIR LAY BETWEEN BRE ATHLESS AND AIR. DREAMS TO WOUND YOU NO ONE LISTENS WITH REMARKABLE ACCURACY DREAMS LAY OPEN MAGNIFICENT AND SOMETIMES IN FOCUS.


FILL
 
THINK AND YOU FILL IMAGES WHICH BECOME VISITORS SPY A DIFFERENT THEME THE PROFILE OF INSPIRATION THE FAÇADE UNVEILED, OPENING THE BOX THE BOX WAS A CHILD OF AN ARTIST CREATE A PHANTOM BECAUSE DANCING WITH FIGURES ULTIMATELY REPRESENT THE MURAL ON THE WALL JUST GETTING LARGER THAN THE BOX THAT CAUGHT US PEAKING IN. GIANTS HAMMER TO BREAK THE LOCK VANITY FILLS HER EMPTY GLASS AND OFFERS US SOME A DEEP HOUSE A SMALL INVESTED ROOM A BOX A THOUGHT.
 

AN OCCASION OF IDENTITY
 
I SUDDENLY ENDED YOUR FACE LEAVE NOW OUT OF PLACE BORN TO COME WHEN DISGRACE IS AN OCCASION OF IDENTITY A PAINFUL CONFESSION…. A LIGHTER AGONY THE SINS OF THE SERVANT THE RISE OF THE IMAGERY THE POISON BREAKS THE SUN FALLS INTO THE STREET LIKE A WORD STRONGER THAN A RIDDLE MORE RIDICULOUS THAN INFATUATION I WILL NOT REMEMBER YOU LONG AFTER THIS.
 

COURAGE WEEPS
 
WITH HER EYES TIGHTLY CLOSED WE ARE ADMITTED TO THE BACK ROOM SOME IN OBVIOUS PAIN I AM NOT SUFFERING I NEITHER RESIGN MYSELF OR CLAIM TO HAVE BEEN CURED WHEN THE WALLS WEEP FROM SADNESS FINALLY WE FALL ASLEEP I DON’T KNOW WHERE I GOT THE COURAGE.
I TELL YOU SCREAMS
 
I TELL YOU SCREAMS ARE MEANT TO CARRY DO NOT WASTE THEM ON YOURSELF I WAS JUST A LOVER OF A NEW TOY ENTERING A FISSURE TO AVOID THE IRONY THE ELEMENTS OF HOPE I CAN NOT ESCAPE.
 

RISING
 
THOUGHTS THAT REACH THE SKY EGOS HIGH AND LOW I DO I DO WHO HAS KNOWN WHAT WE DID HERE? EVOKING THE OFF AND ON FALL INTO A PRISM COVERED BY SOMETHING BIGGER THAN AN EXPERIMENT IN GRACE IRREVERENT VOICES DROP FROM STRIKING ORIGINALITY INTO SADDER EXQUISITE SLEEP THE PHOENIX OVERCOMES WITHOUT MUCH BYPASS AND GRATIFYING HERE RISES UP CATCHING A PIECE OF HOPE ALONG THE WAY*LIKE WAITING ACROSS LOVE, TIME EJACULATES LIKE PEOPLE WAITING FOR THE HOLY MAN TO SHOW UP IN THE DARK, IN THE MIRROR I FALL ASLEEP AMONGST SUCH INSINCERE DREAMS BRINGING ME MOMENTS OF RESISTANCE BRING ME MOMENTS ERUPTIONS OF MYTHOLOGY BEYOND SILENCE, RAISING THE DARK ECHOES OF A SKY SKIN DEEP.
 

WIDOW'S OF GOD
 
CERTAIN MOUNTAINS GO ON IN ONE’S SENSES PACKED IN LIKE GREAT WORDS MYSTERIES LIVE DIRECTLY OVER THE MOUTH OF SILENCE AND CONVERSATIONS ABOUT PERSECUTION OF THE BENIGN MINDED FOOL AND THE GOODNESS OF HUMAN NATURE LOST FALLING DOWN WITHOUT GUNS FIRED BUT SHOT, SHOT BY INTELLECTUALLY TOXIC GOOD WILL WE ARE ALL DIAGNOSED WITH CANCER A SPIRITUAL CANKER WIDOWS OF GOD WHO DIED ON A HUNTING TRIP BURDEN THE SUNSET WITH YOUR SUICIDAL FLIRTATIONS THERE’S ALMOST NOTHING THAT NIGHT DOES NOT BECOME YOUR EPITAPH A LICENSE TO DESCRIBE A MISTY EMOTION OR NOTHINGNESS AND DETAILS OF AN EMPTY CLUTTERED ROOM LOCK AWAY YOUR INDULGENCE IT IS NO ONE’S LOSS OVER MOUNTAINS EMERGE BLADES OF GRASS LAVISH SHADOWS NEITHER GOOD OR BAD MERELY THROTTLED BEHIND THE GREAT FICTION OF THE WOUND THE STILL AND VIOLENTLY DESENSITIZED SOUL.
 
AMNESIA
 
I MAY HAVE AMNESIA BUT I STILL HAVE INSTINCTS BARBARIAN IN MY BONES MY FLESH A PROFOUND LANDSCAPE WISH I WAS A PROPHET TO BE POSSESSED OF INVISIBLE KNOWLEDGE INWARD I GO ISOLATED LIKE A HAMMER WITH NO MARK CALL A CEASE-FIRE TO THE CRAZY MAKING SOON THE ANTI-CLIMAX REELS TOWARDS US MAKES ITS PASSAGE TO THE BUZZ KILL THE HEAT FROM A RAY GUN DOWN TO A SQUINT AND A SMOLDERING SURRENDER THE SPACECRAFT LANDED AND LEFT A SCAR IN THE DEEP OF ME YOU GIVE ME TOUCHES THAT SINK EXPLODE INTO PARTICLES OF GLASS AND THE ANATOMY OF GENIUS BEGINS. CAN YOU REANIMATE THIS DEAD LIFE LIKE LOVE CRAFT OR SHELLY? I AM CLAIRVOYANT SEEKING THE INWARD SPIRAL NAILED IN A FIELD OF VISION LIKE A SCARE CROW INVADED BY BLACK WINGS OF THOUGHTS FLAPPING ON MY OUTSTRETCHED ARMS NO MARBLE STATUES HERE STRAW STUFFED AND DRIVEN IN KNOTS WILL I BE YOUR HERO WILL YOU CUT ME OUT WITH SCISSORS WILL YOU REACH OUT AND PRAY TO ME A DISCIPLE I AM SHAPELESS YOU ARE A CAMERA OBSCURA WE FALL THROUGH THE HOLE AND LAND UPSIDE I HEAR TOM TOMS IS THIS WITCHCRAFT I AM A VOLCANO I AM INSIDE THE VENUS FLY TRAP YOU ARE A VOYEUR ON THE THRESHOLD OF KNOWING ME.
 
HUNGRY
 
IN THE GARDEN HUNGRY I MISFIRED INTO CRIMSON SPIRALS OF LIGHT AND THE SKY CAUGHT MY SPARK AND ATE IT FOR MIDNIGHT CHANTING FROM THE RAGS AND FROM THE BONE UNTIL WE SING OUR SUICIDE INTO STILLBORN THOUGHTS THOUGHTS AND THE GENEROSITY OF REGRET AND THEN THE LIGHT DIED COLLIDE WITH THE HAMMER COLLIDE WITH THE SMOKE CUT INTO PIECES OF IRON AND SPIT TERRIFIED IN THE THROAT IN THE GARDENS OF DUST MOVE IN SLOW MOTION A TEASPOON OF SPACE THE PSYCHOLOGY OF MISDIRECTION WICKED AND GREEDY BACK INTO THE CHILD SLEEPING IN PASSION WEED THICK AND SAFE TEARGAS AND LEMONADE NAILS IN THE WRIST TORN FROM THE HOURGLASS WHAT IF I SAID I WASN’T HUNGRY ANYMORE?
 
NO CANDLES
 
COME BACK CAN’T ANYONE SEE IT BEGIN TO SINK BEGIN TO FADE RECALL ONE MOMENT STAND ON STRETCHES OF ROAD SO DELICIOUS TO THE GROUND THE TEMPLE WHICH SERVES TO WORSHIP HAS NO CANDLES NO ELECTRICITY ONLY SUNLIGHT ONLY MOON SHADOW THEY ARE THE SILENT STATUES TO PRAY TO LIKE FORGOTTEN GRAVES.
 
FEEDBACK
 
THE OTHER SIDE OF DOORS DENSE LAYERS OF GENERATIONS BROKEN MELODIES BEYOND FEED BACK PENETRATING THE BLACK TO HEAR THE PLAYING STARS A CALL TO THEMSELVES A PLURALISTIC DOWNTOWN NOTORIOUSLY CONVINCING PROVOKING A COMING OUT THE NOTION OF PLAYING INVISIBLE ANCIENT NOISE HARDCORE TRADITION STAB THE MUSE TRANSGRESSIONS OBSESSED WITH IDENTITY A COLLISION OF THE REVEALED LIKE THE NIGHT OF BROKEN GLASS REBELLIOUS SPEW ACHING TO CREEP THROUGH THE MUSIC EXISTED HAUNTED BY SOUND ATTACKS OF CRISIS AND SOMETIMES SOMETHING FAMILIAR CONVERTED TO FEED BACK THE LION IN THE CROWD OF DELICATE NOTIONS.
 
AMONG THE LIVING
 
UN-NOMINATED SOUL TEMPTED NOW THE MAIN THING IS DONE AMONG THIS RIDICULOUS REASON ALL CREATION HELPLESSLY INSPIRED FAITHFUL TO THE EVIDENCE THEN WE ARE JUDGED LET ME REPEAT THESE IMAGES THEN WE ARE JUDGED IT LIES IN PROTEST AND THE BLIND ALLEY SACRIFICED SACRIFICED SACRIFICED I WILL NOT GO I WILL NOT GO YOU CAN NOT TAKE ME THERE
 
 
THE TRAGEDY OF DAY AND VAGABOND NIGHT
 
NIGHT IS A VAGABOND BLACK EYES MOST SUBSTANTIAL HER POSTCARDS FIRED OFF IN A FACTORY BY DAY SHE IS BUOYANT LIKE CHOICES SOMETIMES PREMATURELY DEVASTATING TIGHTLY CRASHING INTO LIFE PROWLING IN THE LIGHT OF STARS THEY LAY LIKE MINEFIELDS IN THE WORLD SKY BLISSFUL DEEP UN-SUFFERED BY FINGERS OR FEET OR WORDS…. THE TRAGEDY OF WAKEFULNESS WE ARE DAMAGED WITHOUT MEANING DAWN BECOMES THE NEW OZ DANGEROUSLY RAGING WOE VIOLATING DAY CONDEMNS US INTO LIFE AGAIN OH TO BE CAPTURED BY NIGHTS WHIMS HESITANCIES OF SIMPLE ENTRANCES CONSPIRACIES TURNED INTO RHYTHMS DESTROYED BY SACRIFICE SHE PIVOTS BETWEEN THE SADNESS OF DESOLATION AND THE VOLUPTUOUSNESS OF BEING OPEN.



THE ELECTRICAL SECRETS OF HEAVEN
 
HE AWOKE FROM THE ELECTRICAL SECRETS OF HEAVEN THINGS EXTENDED, TIME IN A DIFFERENT RADIO RETURN FROM THE LAUNCH TRADE CHANGES DIAL BACK THE SIGNATURE AMONG THE CONSTANT EARS IT COULD BE GIANTS SO LET ME WALK AND BE RELEASED BY THE HERE AND NOW ABSOLUTE OPEN WAKE UP FROM CREATION NO REACHING UNTIL AN ARRIVAL THE STRANGEST HEARING HEART THE ECLIPSE THAT SHOULD BE STOPPED CONTROL MY COVER TAKE ON A REASON MY WORDS WILL NOT LIVE TO REGRET IT’S EARLY LAST COMING WHICH MEANS EVEN THINKING ABOUT RELEASE MARKS TIMES WITHOUT STRESSES THAT NO FALLING WHEN YOU’VET WORKED BECOMES THE BEST THING TO ATTACK COMPLETE THE THOUGHT NEED SOMEONE COME AND SAY WE DIDN’T WANT A HEAVY BRIDGE BETWEEN OUR PAST AND THE PARTIAL SOUND DONE ENERGY OF MILLIONS FORGOTTEN MAKING MINUTES DIE AND GETTING AWAY WITH IT.
 
 
EAT THE DAWN
 
HUMMING IN THE BACKGROUND CURIOUS NIGHT WE’D EAT THE MORNING IF WE COULD BUT THE NIGHT FOUGHT HARD TO BE RELEASED AND IN ITS FURIOUS RASP IT SPEAKS TO US IN WEARY MONOTONES REMINISCING ABOUT THE LIFE IT HAS TO ENDURE AS A SOLITARY COMPANION TO US ALL.
 
 
THIS IS NOT A METAPHOR
 
THIS IS NOT A METAPHOR MOTH AND FLAME THIS DOES NOT RESEMBLE A METAPHOR I DREAMT YOU DOWN FROM YOUR CLOUD YOU GIVE ME THOUGHTS I CAN OR SHOULD NOT THINK OF IF NOTHING ELSE I AM NOT PROUD THESE INCONSISTENCIES ARE FOR LOVERS ONLY A KISS THAT COMES TO FRUITION I GIVE MYSELF OVER AND OVER REFERRING TO A GHOST ISOLATE THE CAUSE OF DEATH I LISTEN TO YOUR FOOT STEPS A WATER MARK THE FLOODS ARE DRY BUT THIS IS NOT A METAPHOR
 
 
THE NOISE ASLEEP
 
THE HEART KILLS THE LESSON THE ROCK OUTSIDE THE NOISE ASLEEP NOBODY WANTS TO TURN SORRY THE INSANITY PIECE THE REFINED GRAVITY OF NIGHT THE EVOLUTION OF MONOTONY THE FEARLESS EXCLUSION OF COMMON SENSE THE GODS ARE LAUGHING
 
UNREACHABLE SKY
 
CRAZY BEFORE ACCUSED INVASION AN OPINION WEARING SANITY TODAY AN EPISODE REFUSING A RIDE TO JAIL THAT CLARIFIES I WAS PART OF MIDNIGHT HANDCUFFED TO THE STARS COMMITTED TO THE LONGING FOR AN UNREACHABLE SKY TO BE AS HE WANTS TO BE AS SHE WANTS WHAT DO THEY WANT LONG SINCE DROPPED FROM TIME HER PRESENCE DARK BLUE BEATEN BELIEVE ME YOU CANNOT IMAGINE BELIEVE ME YOU’VE HEARD AN AWKWARD SILENCE INDULGED IN SPACES STANDING RIGHT NEXT TO YOU THAT ONE LAST ACCEPTANCE BEFORE THAT TRUE SOUND KILLS US.
 
EPHEMERA
 
OF VINTAGE LOVERS ACQUIRED LIKE SCULPTURES COLLECTORS OF ADMISSIONS SELF PORTRAITS ACQUIRED ON THE CROSS IMAGES BORN BY VOLUNTARY CONTRIBUTION THE HUMAN DRAMA OF LIFE AND DEATH IN THE LANDSCAPE PAINTED WHITE EARLY SHADOW STREETS A NUDE BODY TAKEN IN BY THE UNIVERSAL MOUNTAINOUS REFLECTIONS OF ELSEWHERE EXPLORING WATER COLORS NOT SIMPLY DULL COLORS LIKE FULL OF LIGHT AND STILLNESS AND A SORT OF GRAY THAT SLEEPS BECOME TRANSFORMED EMERGING THROUGH THE INVENTION OF SPACE THE SHAPING OF MASKS THE STORY BEHIND LOVERS HEARTS EPHEMERA PUPPETS DRAWN TO THE BEGINNING LIKE A STUDENT OF THE END.
 
PEARL SHAPED LIE
 
DEAR GOD I HAVE FALLEN TO EARTH I WEAR GLASS IN SACRED OVER DRIVE AND GRAVITY RISES UP TO MEET ME THERE’S A THREAT OF BLISS AND THE THRILL OF THE AGONY AND QUIETUDE WHERE THE DELUSION FELL BUT LEFT NO MARK I DREAMT ALONE HERE I DREAMT WITH YOU HUNTING DOWN THE CEREMONY THE SOLITARY SIDE EFFECT OF A MARATHON OF SADNESS FROM AN IMPATIENT BED IN A CHAIN OF DESERTS LIKE A PEARL SHAPED LIE GIVE UP AND BREAK DOWN LIKE A SPARK PLUG HUNTING DOWN THE HABIT THE WIDESPREAD NOTHING FIVE PARTS TO THE NIGHT ALL DIFFERENT SHADES OF BLACK IMMORTAL… REFLECTIONS IN THE VAST UNDERTAKING OF BREATHING KISSING THE WRECKING BALL WHILE IT STILL SWINGING.
 
 
THE TRAFFIC OF SOULS
 
ANSWER TO THE DETECTIVE THE END OF EVERYTHING THIS WATERED DOWN INQUIRY THE ATOM IS A RARITY A DEVASTATING ACCIDENT OF FABULOUS MISERY SUNKEN IT IS A BLESSING TO GO MAD AN ARTICULATE HOLD ON UNHAPPINESS A DOMINEERING STEEL DIAMOND CUT IN A SOUL UNSPEAKABLY FRIGHTENED BUT DANCING IN A STORM TWO GAMBLERS GOD AND MANKIND AND INSTINCT HAS A STREAK OF THE NATURAL MODESTY AND SIMPLICITY CAN CONTRACT A DISEASE A HUGE MORAL SELL OUT A HIGH RISE TARGET RELIGION AS A POISON WHICH CAN’T ESCAPE THE ASSAULT AND PROCEEDS TO DESTROY THE MYTH OF LOVE THE SCREENING ROOM HUSTLING THE LATE NIGHT SHOW THE TRAFFIC OF SOULS DRAGGING THE FRAGMENTS INTO THE SHOCK CORRIDOR ENERGIES DECONSTRUCT WITHOUT A NAME ON A SCREAM HUNT
 
 
HOWLING BEYOND
 
IN A BLURRED VISION I WORRY ABOUT HEADS THAT HANG LIKE WATER TO RAISE OR CATCH THEM IN A DAM IS THAT ENOUGH TO DRINK A BIT OF HEAVY STREAMS TRAPPED BY MEMORIES AND UNREALIZED FENCES INTO CONSUMING LOADS OF DELUSION THE POSSIBILITY OF THE SUPER NATURAL INVOLVING THE RELIGIOUS GHOSTLY PRESENCES GHOSTS LIKE HOLY UNTUTORED MINDS AN AGING OLD HOUSE CHOSEN TO RELOCATE THAT WHICH IS HIDDEN WE NURTURE THESE MYSTERIOUS PHRASES TO SPEAK IN CADENCES WORDS ARE CHARACTERS WE ULTIMATELY INHABIT GHOSTS WE ALL ARE FATALLY ALIVE BUT ALL AT ONCE REMOTE OUTSIDE THE STATIC IS NOT CONFINED TO A WORLD HOWLING BEYOND THE PERIMETERS OF FEAR DELIVERED FINALLY BY SUBMISSION.
 
 
THE PLENTY ROOM
 
WORRY WILL BE A TARGET FOR LIFE AN IDEA IS A TUMBLE WEED SEIZED BY A DESIRE TO EXCESS TO MERELY SPILL OF WHITE SPACE OPENED CLOSE RIPE SUDDEN SULLEN DEAD END HANGING AROUND INSTEAD OF NEARBY DID IT HEAR MUSIC THE SELF RELIANT JOY INVOKED IN COVERED SKYLINES ALIVE IN YOUR HEAD EVERYTHING FROM MILD TO PRAISE THE AWE OF SPACE WILLING TO PROFESS THE PLENTY ROOM THE ARCHITECT OF GODS A TEMPLE OF UNITY A MOTHER FACTORY A MAN PRISON EMBODIED INSIDE ICE OF STAGGERING DIGNITY TO RUN OFF MURDERED BY ELSEWHERE ABANDONED BY DREAMING A VIOLENTLY TROUBLED EARTHQUAKE OF WORSHIP ONLY MANY WOULD REMAIN IN SKETCHES OF DREAMSCAPES THE IMAGINARY YELLOW OF ACTUAL MORPHINE TO GO ALL THE WAY.

SLOW ASCENT DOWN A PRIVATE HALL
 
FOREVER’S SO BIG HAND IN HAND WITH SWEET EXPERIENCE WHAT HAS HAPPENED THE SEASONS HAVE BECOME SO RAVENOUS A HIGHER TRUTH THAT SINKS IN SCRATCHING ITS WAY OUT TO OFFEND YOU IMPOSSIBILITY HADN’T EXISTED NONE OF THEM PERFECTING THE ECLIPSE THE ABYSS CRUSHING EXCUSES NARRATIVE POSTURES I WAS BORN BACKWARDS GROSSLY INADEQUATE GROWING SUBTLE AT A DISTANCE AN OBSTACLE A SLOW ASCENT DOWN A PRIVATE HALL COLOR SHOTS OF BLACK AND WHITE CURIOUS GLANCES ONLY LATE AT NIGHT CAN GIVE THE EVENTUAL CRIMES THE IMPACT RECOILING FROM THE WORLD A PASSAGE ONLY IMAGINED TRAPPED IN A FOOTLIGHT WAITING TO BE DELIVERED.
 
NIGHT FEVER
 
BENDING SHADOWS HIDE THE MIRROR WIDE APART DEEPER VOICE THE WORLD OUTSIDE ROTTEN SWILL NIGHT FEVER LONG AGO CROSSED OVER ME AS HUNTER UGLY WOMAN BRUTAL CONTROL BRING JOY UNDERGROUND GRAY RAIN TRAMPLES SOAKED AND MUDDY DRAGGING WEATHER DRIPPING FAR DOWN PUSHING FORWARD SHUT OUT ALL TOO INVESTED DELIRIOUS NO WHERE NEAR TILL NOW CRY BABY NARCISSIST MADDENING REAL LIFE BRIGHT IDEA COAXING LOGIC BEYOND AN INSPIRATION SLAM THE PRETTY RADIO THE QUESTION FACTORY THE UGLY NOISE BOX THE BIG STAR HANGING IN ONE SHORT NIGHT.
 
A FREQUENT NIGHT
 
THE APPEARANCE OF A MOMENT AN UPWELLING CONTROL TOSSED DARK AND DECLARED EVERYONE INTO A KIND OF BLUE WHO’S GIVEN WHO’S GIVEN SHE’S LEFT HIM TO BE ACCUSED TO KEEP ALONE QUIET MADDENINGLY ABSOLUTE IN A ROOM FONDLED BY A MISMATCHED DENIAL AND A PROMISE KEEP QUIET SAFELY COVERED A CONSPIRACY OF MOTION A GUARDIAN TO RISK A REASONABLE PRISON A GRAND FICTIONALIZED DANGER ASSURED THAT ONLY TIME HAS ITS OWN LIFE AND EVERYTHING ELSE HAS BEEN THREATENED BY PARTICIPATION SHE PAUSED DRAMATICALLY AND AFTER ANOTHER HOUR OF CLEAR INSULT SWORE THERE WAS NO EVIDENCED OF BATTLE THE PAST WAS APPARENTLY OVER SHE THREW OUT MOTION A ROUGH INFATUATION WITH OBSESSION SOLVED LIKE TROUBLES PLAYED IN MEAN STREETS SOMEHOW BETRAYAL WAS THE SADDEST DAY A RENTED PRESENT A FREQUENT NIGHT SHOOTING OCCASIONS DRIVING THEM BACK I LEFT THE ROOM…
 
DEAR LIGHT, THEY HAVE FAILED
 
SURGE ITSELF DID ONE MORNING ALMOST DRAWN STRANGE TOO SIMPLE, OVERWHELMING INFILTRATE ANYWHERE PENETRATE, YOU MOVE INTO WORLDS IN A DREAM THE WHORE OF LIVING BATTERED DOWN TO GOLD BRITTLE SMILE, GROPING CHILDHOOD INNER UNFOLDS SHATTERING BEAUTIFUL KNOWING IT BORN BETWEEN FENCES CREATURES AND LIES MINIMIZE SPUN THRASHING AGING DEATH VOICE GLORY EXECUTION DEAR LIGHT THEY HAVE FAILED.
 
 
A PIECE OF RAINY NIGHT
 
JOY LANDSCAPE TAKE BACK THE BETRAYAL IN TWIST IN RIOT A PIECE OF RAINY NIGHT A PROPHECY OF SMILES I HURRY THE IDEA I KNOCKED ON MY FLYING HOUSE INSIDE THE SWIRLING MIND BOX SPENDING, SUDDENLY REMEMBERED RADAR ON NEVER WORLD ABOARD A TRAIN BIG DENT IN TIME URGENTLY OPENED PRESSING THE BLUSTERY NIGHT OPENED DOOR FELT MORE LIKE BRAIN STORMS WILD SCHEMES I DRANK THE FLOWING THOUGHTS LIKE WINE A DEATH DID ME IN THROUGH SMALL IVORY TOWERS OF STARS LONG POURING THE KILLING SONG OF NIGHT.
 
 


 
ARRIVE SHADED DRIFTING FAILED BLOW UNDER THE BRANCHES IN THE MIDST WITH GOLDEN EYES DRIFTING CROSSING THE SQUARE EXPLOSIVE EMBLAZONED WITH LEGEND GOLDEN EXPECTED DAY PACKED WITH WHITE SIGHS REFUSAL OF WORDS I AM A HEAD LIKE A BALLOON SERVE TO DEFEND SLOWLY DRIFTING GOLDEN DRIFTING NOTHING A TRAITOR DEPENDING ON THE FURIOUS HAND OCCUPYING A RING OF GRAY ROARS AGAINST THE VOICE SHAKING ME TO DROP I’D REFUSE NO AND I DID MOTHER OF STONES TEMPTED TO LEAP MOMENTS ON BOTH SIDES OF A SECRET MUST END AND WAIT FOR THE PURITY OF ARMS TO FORCE EXPRESS TO DESCRIBE JOIN AND RETURN METAMORPHOSIS SITTING.
 

WE’LL NAME IT SILVER
 
AN OLD RENTED GARAGE THOSE NAMES MEANT FOR DAYLIGHT STRETCHED RIGHT OUT OF THE SKY SHAKING YOUR HANDS NOT A SHADOW JUST A BOY TICKLING THE SPIRITS HEAT DOWN IN THE CORNER IN THE DRIVE-IN IN THE KITCHEN SHINING WITH BIRTH MADE FROM THE REFUSE BEATING YOUR SOUL ON THE THRONE WHO WOULD LATER ABANDON THE HEM OF THE SKY JUST A GIRL IN THE BACKGROUND ON A ROOFTOP GRANTING LIFE AN EXPLOSION THAT WAS NOT EASY A SMALL WINGED SOMEHOW HALF STILL FROM THE ECHOES THE NOISE FROM THE SLEEPERS PULSE WE’LL NAME IT SILVER TRIMMED ON THE EDGES WRAPPED IN SAINTS AND THE END OF DARK.
 

THE FIRST TO REACH BEYOND WORDS
 
I WAS SEEING LIVING WITHOUT SHAME FEAR RELEASED EXORCISED AND NOWHERE BINGED ON FAILURE PURGING THE DAMAGE EATING THE TRUTH LOADED ON BECOMING LOOKING AND LOSING MYSELF THE FIRST TO REACH BEYOND WORDS CUPPING AN IMAGE IN MY HANDS SHOOTING OUT FALLING TO YOUR LIPS BETTER THAN ANY OTHER QUEST A COLOR CALLED SOUND SWEET MANIPULATED GIANT OLD DISTANT AN UNLIKELY MASTERPIECE SPLINTERED THE REAL FACE OF GOD A NEW SHAPE.
IN A JAR
 
I WAS DOWN THE HALL IN A JAR LOOKING STRANGE LIKE TWO FACES CROSSED I STOOD AND LEFT BACK TO THAT END THAT IS BEFORE YOU WERE NOT YET BORN ROLLED IN ARMS TELLING US TO LISTEN YOU WATCH THE BRIGHT HURRIED TELLING SPARK TOLD IN PILES OF PLACES EVERYDAY A LITTLE RETURNING IS OUR OWN PRIVATE HERE IN THE WORLD THE HALLWAYS TONIGHT BLACK AND BLUE CAVES YELLOW SIGHS I DON’T KNOW WHAT I’M DOING WRONG WE ARE LIKE MAGICIANS I CARRY IT BACK TO MY OWN PLACE BECAUSE IT IS A COVERED CUP HALTINGLY TOWARD THE SHADOWS HUNGER AND THIRST ALLOWING THE ILLUSION THE HYMN OF HELL POPULATED MY SEARCH WITHOUT FEELING THE SHALLOW BREATH MELTS LIKE DROSS IN THE FURNACE THE WICKEDNESS THE ISOLATION THE MADNESS STOMPS ON THE OPEN DOOR I COULD HAVE WEPT BUT ONE WHO FEELS TO SUFFER GIVES WAY TO THE LAST WORD.
 
JOURNEYS REBELLION
 
JOURNEY TO THE END THE OLD SUN WITHOUT CHILDREN ONE’S LIFE LIVED IN REBELLION THE HEART IS REBORN SENSATIONS OF LIGHTNESS BARED WITHIN THE ASH’S DESIRE FINALLY THE DEVIL FALLS IN LOVE THE RISK MOST VIOLENT THE TOWERS OF INEVITABLE SYMPATHY SHUT UP IN DREADFUL JOY A SPECTACLE OF VICIOUS REACTION BUOYED TO THE SECOND SUN A FORMER LOVER SICK WITH HOPE TO DIE A MONUMENT OF ILLUSIONS CHILDREN WITHOUT WISHING SENTIMENT WITHOUT SOLITUDE A ROOM WITH NO PEOPLE DRIVEN AWAY IN HERDS THE EVIDENCE A DIVINITY SHORT OF REFUSALS NOT FINDING GOD IN HEAVEN A LADY LAUGHING ON A QUIET PULLS PARADE GULLIVER IN CRAVING AND PASSING THE COLOR OF HUMANITY STAINED IN SHADOW A CRIPPLED AWFUL FLIGHT CREATURES OWED TO THE END OF NIGHT THE MORNING WEARS THE NEXT SUN MOTHER IS SMOKING AND SETTLING IN HAVING BEEN DROPPED FROM THE NIGHT SKY THE PERFECT EPILOGUE TO A DREAM.
 
DRESSED IN HUNGER A SPRAWL OF ECLIPSES
 
BARREN OF ETERNITY’S HALF-EATEN FACE TIME TESTIFIES LIKE CHILDREN RUMMAGING FOR A VANISHED SWEET POOR AND EASY ACHED LIKE RUBBER STRETCHED NOT TO BEND BUT RAVAGED BY CONTROL TO BREAK WOULD BE BETTER REUNITING THE BEGINNING AND TUMBLE INTO THEMSELVES AGAIN BIGGER STARS SUFFERING NO HIDDEN BLADE OF BLACKNESS THAT CUTS AMBITIOUSLY LIKE A BACK STAB TO A BLOOD BATH IN A SPRAWL OF ECLIPSES IN A SHADOWLAND OF LOST SKY DRESSED IN HUNGER WE LONG TO DEVOUR THE TRUTH LIKE DEAD CITIES DIVIDED BY CRAZE SWEPT LANDSCAPES A PALLETE WITH FEAR’S FIRE HINTING LIKE GLASS HINTS JUST TO SHOW LIKE A WORD IS A DREAM UNRECOGNIZABLE A SPECTRE A FOSSIL AN ENDANGERED BIRD WHO FEEDS ON THE NOTHINGNESS LOST ARE SILK AND SUMMER HILLS INSIDE A JAILHOUSE RADIO SMOKE STRUGGLING FOR FREEDOM RESISTANCE GRIPPING AT THE DOOR THE BLINDFOLD LIES IT RESTS UPON THE VISIONS LIKE A STONEWALL LIKE A DISAPPEARANCE A BLACK MASS DESTRUCTION OF SIGHT TO EAT AWAY AT LOVE CONSUMED BARREN OF ETERNITY’S HALF-EATEN FACE I STILL SEEK YOU OUT…
 

COPPER DANCE
 
WAKE UP LIGHT PUT A LITTLE STRING AROUND THE NIGHT DANCING LIKE LANTERNS IN THE FIELDS OF STARS A CLUSTER OF FIRE FLOWERS MIDNIGHT WISTERIA IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SKY MORNING GAVE ME UP DEEP SHIVERED AND WRAPPED IN WORSHIP OF THE FAINTEST GLOW I REMEMBER THE LIGHT THE SUN ANCIENT AT MY TABLE APPEARED A MILLION MILES AWAY BUT UNDERSTOOD ME IT GAVE ME HEAT IT GAVE ME SLOW TIME COPPPER AND AMBER AND SAGE WAKE UP LIGHT IT DROPS SO LOW TO THE GROUND BRING IT REAL CLOSE TO MY FACE.

METAMORPHOSIS SITTING

POMO EPIPHANY
I WAS NOWHERE LEFT TO GO
THE DAWN WAS DRINKING INTUITION
AND ALONG CAME TRANSCENDENCE.
PARALYSIS LAY DOWN YOUR BOXING GLOVES
TWO MIRRORS
THE ONE FOR YOU AND THE OTHER IS MINE
SILENT
MEANINGLESS
INHERITANTLY HEROIC
THIS IS MY LANGUAGE
80% OF THE DAY
I AM A SNIPER TO THE INCONSCIOUS
SOMEWHERE BETWEEN REVOLUTION AND AFTERMATH
I STRUGGLR TOWARD THE CONSEQUENCES
I SLEEP TOO MUCH
I CAN'T SLEEP AT ALL.