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.

METAMORPHOSIS SITTING

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.

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.