laughingest

She lost my number, she says
Are there accidents, say i?
Perhaps we're all just puppets
steered by subconscious eye

How to transcend our dysfunctional games?
We're too broken, neurotic, and needy
Can we possibly be the we i see?
Fearless, unconditional, non-greedy

Perhaps in this existential haze
we're forever buggered and blind
Perhaps i'm just flinging fantasies
against the prison of my mind...

Still i dream of stroking her back
until this life comes to an end
Her lastingest lover, her laughingest listener
and goddamn goofiest friend

blue

I can break you down
I can make you cry
I can put you in a funk
so blue
I only have to ask
how much you own your life
and how much your life
owns you

head-in collisions

Desensitized sandhead savants roaming 'round

never quite sure just what they've found

Breeding and greeding, a world to smother

Stumbling onto this, that, and the other

Fingers making alchemistic miracles

Hornswoggling, mind-boggling engineeracles

Never seeing the storms that gather

On they bluster, on they blather

Never seeing the ground giving way

Pausing only to fuck or pray

Oblivious to the burning ocean

Brandishing deodorizing lotion

Those few who ungum their eyes

succumb to insanity with suicidal cries

whiff

Universally interpersonally void of clue
Insecure neuroses sabotage me and you
Of rhyme there's naught in aught we do
Our reasons well-seasoned with the whiff of poo

or both...

Pacifist being! (more sensitive or seeing)
Vegan declaring! (more knowing or caring)
Atheistical! (analytical unhypocritical)
Non-patriotic flair! (too fair, too aware)
Communist slant! (conscientious cognizant)
Non-drinking! (messianic unblinking)
Alone agonized! (uncalculating uncompromised)

great balsa fire

I scan your attire
I peer into your eyes
to see what sustains you
The answer terrifies

weed

This story begins some
forty thousand years ago
A timely, tragic tale
of wonderment and woe

Excavating the extinction trail
of the bones found in rocks
shows global warming's just the nail
sealing up life's death box

We started hunting
The megafauna soon gone
No more saber-tooth, moa
or mammoth mastadon

Whales, gorillas, rhinos
did their best to hold on
Pachyderms and hippos
going, going, gone

We are the weed
See how we breed
Slash and burn greed
Apocalypse seed

Tromping boots trail stowaways
to each corner of the globe
Behold bat and frog genocides
from an invasive microbe

And what about the death
of all the world's coral?
Take peek in the mirror
if you would seek a moral

But will the plants survive?
It's not just the truffula tree
Shall simmering segmentation
sever all the green we see?

...except for one weed
Apocalypse seed
Feel how we breed
slash and burn greed

Where then the terminus
of this treachery and travail?
Will rats or ruminococcus
be the only ones to prevail?
Is it too late to extricate
our hands from the third rail?
Or will a tailless primate
be the end of life's tale?

jails and banks

Behold the houses of holy
Frankly, we're fucked
Watch the watering holes
We are way past plucked
Spy the snipping salons of shallow
Mercy me, we're mucked
It can't be true, it can't be so
with all the joy there is to know!
Silliness, science, symphonies
Redwood trees, high trapeze, biracial babies
A meteor shower in the snow
A misty romp under a rainbow
Look at the tanks and justice's scales
I'm sorry, we're fucked
Look at the banks, look at the jails
We are very, very fucked

snapshots and snow globes

I loathe the game "I'm not right for you"
We count on our brains to see us through
Bestowing love only where we find no frictions
with all our requirements, all our restrictions
Are we woven from the same weave?
Do we cleave to what they believe?
Affinities and divinities, references and preferences
Landscapes and escapes, conclusions and delusions
But our brains are dumber than our DNA
Our molecules feel the truths that we hide away
Our bones prime us to love a universe of folk
but obeying those cells becomes a sick, sick joke
This world punishes those who love without measure
We negative reinforce, we poison that pleasure
And even when we do follow our sad little brain
those loving choices lead too often to pain
How else could it be when love is negotiation?
Snapshots and snow globes give no oxygenation
So each life becomes a starless galaxy
Only black holes where love was supposed to be

can

As a child i was sent to school
dressed as a can of beer
Not knowing i'd be breaking a rule
"No child, you DON'T wear that here"
It was an excellent can, painted by hand
Craftsmanship through and through
And somehow i find, as the years unwind
i'm still in that can no matter what i do
I repulse people i try to love
Doing the wrong thing, saying the wrong word
Thinking too deep, feeling too much
Fuck the games, they're absurd

ice below

An open heart nobody needs
A wasting wound that ever bleeds
I've spent my life perfect and ready
No one's perfect? BULLSHIT, freddy
That's a crock of anti-humynism
A shlock of self-loathing jism
For i am EXACTLY as i ought be
(or would be, if life hadn't maimed both of we)
I've selfish shallownesses, sure that's true
but ever was i primed to leap over or through
To find someone in nurturance celebration
and never bind them to my expectation
Ready, always ready
Lonely, always lonely
A testament to the truism
of alienation only
Oh, there were moments
A flash of brilliance or three
But always deep down
thin ice below we
Never manipulate? - ever alone
A forlorn stray without a bone
And no longer perfect, for mental strain
has rendered me raw and half-insane
Never manipulate - ever alone
No one to calm and call my own
A wasting wound that ever bleeds
An open heart nobody needs

provocateur

If there's a bear i'll poke it
But not literally of course
In real life i'd nary nudge a horse

If there's a cow i'll profane it
Offer me that scripture
I'll show you a conipture

If there's an empress i'll unpants her
Did you ever aim for gender-inclusive
and come off sounding icky or abusive?

If there's a cage i'll rattle it
Particularly cages of the mind
The kind i find make us blatheringly blind

I'm not saying i'm smarter than you
(though statistically it's probably true)
I'm not protesting i've been ingesting better books
(though i'll not shy from comparative looks)
I'm not claiming i've consumed more perspectives
(though i might scald your ceaseless subjectives)
I'm not bellowing i'm braver by far
(though you might meet my match only at the bar)

But i am a provocateur
who can glue 'em to their seats
And i've no time for provincial
protestations or conceits

Would you like to take me down?
You're welcome to give a go
If my defenders are in town
that might be a show

I've been wrong, no denying
I'll embrace my blunders
Have you even been trying?
One wonders, one wonders

Maybe you're completely free
of bullshit and hypocrisy
If so, you're a better fool
a better fool than me

windows

I look out my window
to the cold street below
He finds a sidewalk spot
where the sun doth glow
He lays out cardboard
Then a blanket on top
He settles right in
and lets his head drop
for an afternoon doze
His shoes for pillows
No demands on his time
Yet his nap is a "crime"?
A well-dressed man
steps around the spot
His dog is curious
The owner is not
Windows are more
than pathways to vision
They also demarcate
what's OUT from what's IN

ever

I've played every game
One truth is ever shown
If you do everything right
you will ever be alone

left-handed self-aggrandizement

I have never spoken the sentence "I think i overdressed"
Nor uttered the words "Can i use that as a deduction?"
This life so alarmingly free
of clocks, forms, lines
Bills, jealousies, deadlines
Unapologetic, uncompromised
Unafraid to be despised
Perhaps the most centered person you'll meet
For what it's worth
(which ain't much)
Mayhap the most wise and gentle
For what it's worth
(which ain't much)
As a product of a fear-based culture of psycho-sexual repression
i assure you my relative wonderfulness
compared to a psychologically healthy humyn
(which you nor i have ever, ever seen)
is akin to being a millipede
with only 999 broken legs
Watch me wave that one good leg - WHEEEEEE!

duels of fooality

CLAIM YOUR VICTIMHOOD
GET OVER YOURSELF
CLAIM YOUR VICTIMHOOD
GET OVER YOURSELF
No wonder we're such insufferable sods
Our pathways to healing at perfect odds
Our biggest imperatives at this juncture
concoct contradiction's perpetual puncture
Healing hobbles and often feels worse
as wisdom wobbles along in a hearse
Claim your victimhood, nay rage!
Not a scourge, but the boon of our age
As these veils divest from our eyes
revealing such squealing terrors and lies
Each of us degraded and desensitized
Our very humynity anesthetized
Barons and thieves, victims the same
Exploiter and exploited, all pawns in our game
Our cleverness infinitely unabating
has created a species self-immolating
Perhaps our fate hermetically sealed
when our categorical catch-22 is revealed
The mutilated mass amass scraps from our table
Those who might save us are always least able
You can't hoard wealth and compassion too
The rich are bankrupt, ever and always true
Transcending tirades of universal isolation
requires a revolutionary consecration
And yet, and yet...here's the rub of regret
Our innocence exists in tandem
with self-absorption non-random
Yet crass cruelty ain't pure abomination
(when it's an act of self-preservation)
Learning how to love something not named YOU
An art lost for a decamillenia or two
Get over yourself, blithering blatherskites
Pull head from hiney, besotted bag o' shites!
Claim victimhood whilst dislodgin' noggin from ass?
In simultaneity, a cultural cootie grass
Both essential to homo sapiens resurrection
Twin markers to our redemptive direction
Whomever finds this fulcrum's balance point
The greatest savant we'll ever anoint

the preda tree

I'm accidentally social, an intro/extrovert they say
I dismiss most with "Mean or stupid go AWAY"
Yet my bearing is brilliant, my vibe quite fun
I'm not quest-obsessed by "the one, the one"
Impressively gentle, excessively humble
A great sad movie makes me crumble
Thus i think the reason i'm ever-lonely
is my refusal to climb the preda tree

I'm no adonis, though not repulsive
I'm a nurturer, i know how to give
It's true my views buck the status quo
Maybe i come from the moon Io
Personal poverty as protest philosophy?
My theoretical embrace of polyamory?
Yet i think the reason i'm ever-lonely
is my refusal to perch in the preda tree

How many first kisses left unsmooched
because of gentle sobriety?
How many shags unsnagged
because "it's not right for thee"?
How many times did i walk away
if i knew i'd be unable to stay?
Yes, may-hap the reason i'm ever-lonely
is my refusal to play in the preda tree

Just play the game - no no, i wouldn't
Flatter, manipulate - oh no, i couldn't
Give a good chase, wage a good woo
Something i don't know how to do
I've always felt like a refugee
Perhaps from the 24th century
So i think the reason i'm ever-lonely
is my refusal to swing in the preda tree

listless

When you are breathless, then shall i breathe again
When you are mindless, then shall i become sane
When you are fearless, then shall i be unafraid
When you are helpless, then shall no more games be played
When you are rudderless, then shall i wrap you 'round my till
When you are guileless, then shall i at long last be still
When you are remorseless, then shall i kneel at your feet
When you are nameless, then shall we finally meet

moonlit

There's a deer running on a moonlit frozen lake
He flails, he falls
Coyotes salivate, coyotes celebrate
One day the skeleton sinks
And time spins

There's a moonlit canal house
Hear it roar, hear it pop
Sleepy-eyed neighbors sit on docks
The blaze glowing in their eyes
And the planet spins

There's a moonlit woman filled with hatred
For songs unsung (and even wrongs unrung)
Her torch she may drop
But her burdens won't stop
And the galaxy spins

less

I won't chase a woman
I'm loveless!
I won't chase a dollar
I'm penniless!
I won't chase my tail
I'm useless!
Why be a hermit?
It's healthy!
Why be celibate?
It's sensible!
Why be a misfit?
It's appropriate!