Unfolding

Unfolding

A Love of death that grows into being
Through layers of smell, treachery
Scratched out and drilled into
The shatter of a locked door
Time wasting on the hands
Always wasting
Living on this wounded street
Running from doom’s helping hand
They give and take away
Pretending to be god
Unfolding lie of a morbid wish

Stepping Out of the El Greco

Stepping Out of the El Greco
“For Holden”

You did it, once again
Against the wishes of your masters
They have steely eyes
Those sparkle like jaded beaks
And tongues that betray
Flapping to eternity
Into a destiny of morass

Turned into silence
Like the windswept stones
Born from the exploitation
A morality and distrust
You feed them little scraps
Little turnips of time

I feel the vultures circling
Around my back
Sniffing out the sublime
Portals of damnation
Open to the fire breathing
Digging deep into the bedrock
Raise high your scavengers

Being in the world, but not of it
Yes, this also must pass
A penumbra of unknowns
Your star catcher surprise
But, none were really too surprised
It all came out as planned
By a loving god with cracked veins
Pointing across the ceiling

Slung across your shoulder
Like a boy packing dynamite
They love you despite yourself
Blank spaces between the sentences
You too, Brutus?

Scorched Seaweed

Scorched Seaweed

The green shadows forget his names
All those he used
In different lifetimes
Now a grizzled old man
With two pools of alertness
An ancient foot soldier
There is nothing outside of him
Nowhere can he turn for learning
He has held the absolute too long
Tired arms that know no forgiveness
He was a god with an impossible task
To set down lines that refused his touch
Before he entered the wilderness
The empty wasteland of nothing
How the winds howl with contempt in his mind
Especially when he lets his thoughts wander
Then he remembers
How the sound of forgiveness feels
Against the hard edge of steel

Once Again

Once Again

Imbued with a moist clarity
The gift of an avid fan
The teacher said that there would be days like this
Those words of warning are not hollow now
How could he know the future?
The body decomposing and neighbors growing
Suspicious by the minute
Another day would bring new adventures
But I have to make it through this one first
The cops will be knocking down the door
If I don’t get rid of the body
Remembered colors of death
I have seen this before
Maybe in another life
My Karma coming back
To haunt me once again

Little gun

Little gun

Firm brisk strokes
As the black birds fly
North to unknown seasons
The curse of your smoking gun
With a skewed perspective
Slightly off kilter
The idea of departure
More real suddenly
Come prepared for music
When the fight should be on
Doing it for pearls
Deeds of a wicked hand
One foot forward
Slowly is the attack
Apt pupil

The people have burned down

The people have burned down

The function no more
Between the blades of cement blocks
A crumbling sense of permanence
Evades your mind
As you ponder the unmeaning of life
The mayor building water parks
Seeking oblivion
And the tax breaks of the wounded
While feeding on the terror
The water misses her cleaning-maid daughters
They have left on buses and trains
Seeking ghostly tongues
The sons of alarm clock mornings
Inside you is a six-pack of beer
Moving away from the fire
Eternity in the newspapers
Tonight at the fairgrounds
Late model elimination

Black Swan

Black Swan

Overbearing memories
Laid vertically across
Onslaught of thoughts
Reserved for the habitual
Magnifying effect on the masses
Putting yourself on the line
Smashed by absurdity
Emotional intimacy undercutting
Characters on the periphery
Modal monsters flirting with destiny
Nothingness permeates the whisper
Bitter regret channeling despair
Inside and all-around
Hawkish sentiments, inverted claim
Wildly disparate views
Happenstance informed by reason
You took my words and twisted
Into something beautiful
Carried away with subversion
Painful duty passionately pursued
Met with exaggerated hope
Experience that left you wanting
Desiring unpredictable change
Something to spark the imagination
Coming to terms with reality
Recognizing the material influence
Empty formality wooed by chance
Noble-hearted inspired by difficulty
Last sacrifice made for love
Careful to preserve that which is hidden
Deliberately enticing to act
A few expressive words
Woven into the fabric
Found by those looking
Felt even by the unwise

Bedraggled

Bedraggled

Barely worth the attention
Not a potent force
Everyone means the rest
Dimensions of expected scorn
Why a subject to take
Slight show with cleavage
To care is like trying
Driven by the dictates
An easier sell with luxury
Held by same principles
Inherent in a how
Will work for beer

Jumping out of my skin

Jumping out of my skin

Standing in the void
Blue with fright
Possessed of the devil
Out over our heads
The whole bloody mess
By sweat and struggle
Getting back into the box
Part of the flux
The Old Stone Age
A head and a hand
Deep in the mud
Inflame the world
A mass of jelly
Sudden darkness
Moving amidst the sleep
In the world of chromos
An indestructible world
A blind urge to defeat
Until the bell rang
In another incarnation
A heartless son of a bitch
Light, peppery, enchanting
Trying to be free of me

Transparently Alive

Transparently Alive

Breathing in the memory
The first tangible substance
Our outer world
Building membrane
Morbid desires
The stars extinguished
Simple and obnoxious
Toward a nebula
Half to Satan
Old and patched
Sleeping with the serpent
Not dreaming
Not coiled to the automatic
Magnetic eyes
They see you
Move about naked
The abnormal span of your wings
Eager to overcome it
Disappear forever
Abandoning
Deserted and betrayed
A black hatred
Flowers thrown into the wind
So full of flame
And the spice of incredible

I spoke the lines

I spoke the lines

Spinning forward
Toward an ultimate end
Raining down perpetual
The twirling frantic
A crawling torment
The mind becomes a fine point
Every pore is spittle and foam
This transformation pounces immediately
The heart and liver
Twinkling eye
The wheel of lust
The cavernous whirl
Lulled to sleep by the century
Quenched with blood
To burry In with teeth
The doom
Nothing outside the wall
Let no one in
Not now, not ever
Gnostic decimals
For another
Somebody else’s velvety deception

seduction

seduction

Sometimes,
I forget the reasons
For the whys
Between blushes of spread
The turning freedom taunts
No longer caught
In this obsession with darkness
Now there is focus to your fire
A certain voltage within
Haunted by demons from within
Picks at flamboyant soothing
The curls of warning
Deeper with heaven’s questions
My sugar
My sweet
Knee deep in bloody valentines
With trepidation
an invisible wish
To see and feel the real
Spending more fear
Not knowing anything
You want to cry
To pull out your hair
You claw at your face
Desiring to be ugly
If only you could match this feeling
This dread
This alien structure
That sucks the blood from your veins
Snaps your bones
Makes you howl
At the moon
The you could shed
This coil
This existence

No trace of blood

No trace of blood

Drifting by the window
Nothing to fear
Bursting and mangled
Eaten by the flames
Surety is in the air
Above and triumphant
Being the last
Emerge and roar
To myself
Destruction
Tidy up the mess
The burden of self
Blind tenacity
Nourished by death
Take the devil
Take his horny hand
The same destiny
Gunned down in the street
No memory
No regret
Only bloody hands
An unthinkable void
Lost in obscurity
All a sack of bones

A star in the corner of your eye

A star in the corner of your eye

Against the fence
The transmigration of souls
And methods of torture
The fine bite of cannibalism
Full of wonder
A frontier of unknown
A life of daily bread
The loaves and the fishes
Bribed and transuded
Eliminate the beauty of the past
Relentless is this swift remorse
I want to outstrip repentance
A curse to the earth
Touch with outstretched arms
Alien and hostile
In a flash
Faster and faster
Much more than mere nakedness
More like peeled
More than alert
My own proper destiny
With wide opened eyes

Whispering to your bridge, but it never listens

Whispering to your bridge, but it never listens

Without sin and evil
Turning the sausage machine
Working like cold cash
Being what it is
It was war
Putting the fear of god into you
Undone and twisted
Moving like an octopus
Tied into the knot
The magneto world
Dropping to the bottom
Blue with a slow drizzle
The empty soul rising
Like naked reality
With big oxygen eyes
The barren mechanical pull
Perfectly meaningless
Into the minus sign
Through the bright glitter
The last moment of time
Crossing over
And making you pay

Demented Poignancy bought at the store

Demented Poignancy bought at the store

A part of life
Like the wandering blind man
Everybody and everything
Al have been added together
Lousy, rancid, and rotten
Like the bad next
Chew for the sake of impossible
No reason to close the door
It’s just me and cat
Both a part of this world
In it and of it
I must run away
Start a new life
Working for body and soul
There is no hope
No solution
Both are ugly and senseless
We all have become absurd
Everything is lost
This is serious business
Waiting for the resurrection

the holes get bigger as you try to fill them

the holes get bigger as you try to fill them

twisted by fate
looking horrendous
living in the now
secure in the turbulence
taking in the drama
longing for the cataclysm
absolutely divested
wanting to stone the light
the deep well of the womb
between the two of us
decomposed of light
heartless as a molecule
washing it off
absolutely sunk
absolute silence
how hard it is to accept
to just barely discern
you had opened up a tomb
removing memories from the past
and I wanted to strangle you

balancing at the edge of humanity

balancing at the edge of humanity

tottering and swaying
the human integer
living on like a rock
no interest in the slaughter
all is destroyed
all is perishable
like heaven and earth
constantly crumbling
belonging to the earth
being without shadow
with a hardened heart
worshiping different gods
beyond the normal limits
a bankruptcy of despair
the smell of love
insatiable as the belly
the wind standing up
crying with lungs of freedom
struggling in a tomb
in a den of vipers
it was all chaos
shreds of the periphery
of null and void

thoughts crawling out of a dark corner

thoughts crawling out of a dark corner

above life and death
flowing on like time
tugging away at me
admitting my delusions
led by its independence
grasping for death
biting like Satan
down into the ooze
through your heavens and hells
slay me with a walking dream
on the other side
the planets’ revolution
detached through sorrow
through outstretched palms
knowing too precisely
haunted by the object
striking me now
the grain of ugliness
vibrations emanating
a monstrous edifice

it is almost invisible in your mind

it is almost invisible in your mind

the effect dizzying
secret’s in my hand
laughing all the way
like twisted gnomes
waiting for it to blow over
hollowing out the base
nibbling at the bait
every bloody thing
belching fire and pestilence
with cloven hoofs
no world of my own
drifting from day to day
vivid before my eyes
after the rain
it pours into my soul
blackest rain
rubbing seldom with the world
they live inside me
never taken the course
submerged lives
raised to the 10th degree
tenaciously lodged with
a strange unfamiliar world

Depicting the landscape as it once was

Depicting the landscape as it once was

Of the disposed
The fears of existence
Her inner thing
Nothing better
Nothing worse
A treat of ordinary brutality
Tremors desired
Champagne atrocities
She gives without asking
On the edge of chaos
Using a dazzling array
So deeply fundamental
Demands that big pills
work better than small
especially when chased down
with half a bottle of vodka
deep connections
between cause and effect
discriminating between art and effect
purposeful frenzies

Going Down to the river with my bucket

Going Down to the river with my bucket

One more silver dollar
Burning a hole in my pocket
Entering through closed fire
Playing with remembrance
Running with my wishes
Out your back door
In the hot morning sun
Bringing me happiness
The wrong and the hundred ways
Not just making
But, taking away
Rolling brown and blessed
Crispy like tumbleweed
Down, down un luck
Looks good going down
Watch it all burn down
Doing me wrong
Wild candy dances
She has wisdom in her eyes
Doing me right
True to another
True to the cut
Shooting dice
And building homes
Before the cow comes
Your up and down melody
we aren’t through
just beginning
just used to the coaster
meeting all the beauties
riding with the Russians

How Much?

How Much?

And then, it surfaces
The darkness
I try to keep it out
It pries it way through
The space under the door
And I see
Like never before
The Formica of your touch
Cold and dull
Mechanical and unfeeling
As if you are going through the motions
Following the orders
Of your master
You are something
Made for nightmares
The time we spend
Means nothing to you
Everything to me
And I know
In the end
There is nothing
There is always a dollar
To be made
Any way you can
Just speak it into existence
The first car
Down your dusty road
That leads you back
To me
Easier to wallow
In the confusion
We both lie
We both hurt
We both walk away
From each other
A those practiced lines
I found written in your notebook
You pretended to be cold
Your distance was a disguise
And now
I know
You will never say
How much you love me

They were not written

They were not written

Upon your mind
No, they were not
It just couldn’t be
No matter how many times
You tried to twist it around
In your mind
It still didn’t fit
Didn’t make sense
And it never will
Just accept that
And get over it
We all have
Well, most of us

His Name is Baphomet

His Name is Baphomet

stumble over
again like clockwork
like unfurled freedom
kept hidden from the world
the way of drunken predictability
tonight it will be different
uncomplicated to destroy
an unfortunate sin
if I asked you for something more
would you give it
could you meet me half way
in the darkness
where I plot our mutual destruction
I imagine you creeping up behind me
you are so ready to pounce
to take your pound of flesh
you are not confused by my contradictions
you touch the real me
the me that no one knows
only you
could you give yourself away
free without reservation
without doubt or belief
blind to the reasons
could you still the questions in your heart
bend to the blowing of my wind
cradle my gift of fire
I pull apart the flesh
and show you the dragon within
you know his name
he has been with me
from the beginning
the calm force behind my eyes
and he loves you
as much as I
maybe even more
he knows you cannot resist
the heat of my flame
my fire is in you
and it does not burn
it satisfies

© Deep Piercing Cut 2009

Deliverance is on the Next Train

Deliverance is on the Next Train

not looking
not even a little
huddled under the forgotten
the parade of faces
lives, roughly hewn
in the furnaces of life
the remains are painful
known for so long
under a raspberry sky
beginning to swell
yes, I said swell
becoming so large
ungodly in its sight
more than we can count
waiting for the ghost
that hides in the closet
to melt in the summer heat
like clapping hands
and stomping feet
so sticky to the touch
we can never wash it away
not in this life

born too many times
a prayer for your ribs
one is missing
it fell out from you
and no one can explain why
the edge is so jagged
rusty from so many years of use
my heart buried in the bookshelf
ten needy fingers
my head on the carpet
listening for the buffalo
my lips move, but there is no feeling
no drops of blood from my soul
I shout at the stars
ask them why they are silent
born with this bad sign
the curse of my fathers
keeps me here
bound to the wretched land
waiting for a deliverance
that never comes

© Deep Piercing Cut 2009

Watching the Body Decompose

Watching the Body Decompose

you are exhumed
your hair is long
nails twisted
inhale and exhale
like the black dog
you speak for the devil
we kneel upon your evil
your grace is a broken vessel
no wait, no quarter
the milk spilt upon the floor
it pools into a haphazard design
a lack of intelligence
there is nothing among us
we walk in our tragedy
our heads bowed down
tails dragging in the dirt
I have eaten you
like the dead
you were my enemy
your head upon a pole
the garish details
my capital, my atrocities
my wounds fester with love
under cruel hardship
crafted with my own hand

© Deep Piercing Cut 2009

Practicing Throwing Ninja Stars

Practicing Throwing Ninja Stars

I have scattered the fragments
in these desolate streets
these streets with unfeeling hearts
they pull on me like little children
I know all their names
call them one by one
as they sit at my feet
each playful laugh
is a treasure
the spirits move
in such strange ways
I know their motions
are only reflections
but, I marvel
at them anyway
finding my love sign
in a juke joint on Venus
she squawking on the harmonica
fresh from the blues festival
she’s a blowing
man alive
she sends shivers
down my spine
my pathetic spine
the devil is a creeping

this is the music we were waiting for
we listen intently to the piper
he played that unfortunate song
the one we learned in Sunday school
throwing the notes into the wind
it was almost human
in our fight for desire
to give it arms and legs
and a mind to betray
almost human
spilling out with abandon
out from all sides
in its sickness
suffocating
rising up into wave after wave
there is no golden treasure
with the sheet wrapped around you
we lie down into the sound
a curse that talks
and keeps talking
while the audience cries
death rides on
all the way to the coast
under the surface is a dreadful taste
something that makes you look
behind you all the way
arms stretched out
as a fume
and we shout
against the bastard
his boots do not sail
on these troubled waters

I found yesterday
hiding behind the sofa
it might have been hide-and-seek
no one was in the fields
as the fire scorched the crosses
without scarecrows
the seeds are small
scarred as they are
they lack water
buried deep with your alabaster cares
you shout, “get back into the fields”
no work is getting done
no stone is being turned
they watch us build the boxes
all have been measured
washing off the blood
before we put them away

© Deep Piercing Cut 2009

Starting Out Spurious

Starting Out Spurious

against the red dripping skies
strained through the coarse
you fear the freedom of utopia

intractable green eyes
the strangest of superstitions
hitting every red light

provided moral center
counting the licks
feeling each tick

a throat strong and proven
touching the wishful body
governed by riddled tombs

each bowed as placid dreams
hate is that shaggy animal
the thawed flesh of agreement

smoothed over by the parts
a hungry arrival
this is not light

cracking open the bones
extracting the marrow
more ropes blanching

spread through the hurt
she runs backwards
with hostile eyes


© Deep Piercing Cut 2009

post modern blues

Post Modern Blues

caught bare handed
beaten down by the misery
love’s company
you keep them all
a god crawls down your arm
as you sit in a strange room
there are many angles
all of them are names of life
strange names we repeat
over and over
as they come straight out
I am your voodoo doll
you stick me and laugh
neglected by someone awesome
the man with blue handshakes
entombed with excessive love
barren shameful wings
my green skin evaporates
one virgin scurries
past the sweet rain
she flies on waxen wings
over Waterloo
the knives to the throats
a pink melts off
and we remember

© Deep Piercing Cut 2009

fuzzy peach

Fuzzy Peach

slowly fade
into the pale
like a lewd dream
a Hemingway café
cigarettes and coffee
contorted relationships
haunted by the tibia
obstinate limbs
a tired bowl of things
out living the chains
inconsistent arms
the Sun with purple eyes
inspired bleeding lips
half under the curse
her half body of light
shines upon the rooftop
the same dirty knees
as your mother
sobs through the out door
unsure of the heart’s prize
a plastic melted graveyard
where the fuzzy peach met its demise

© Deep Piercing Cut 2009

Dying Every Day

Dying Every Day

mean and dirty song of the streets
honesty is not a privilege
it is not necessary
but it is sufficient
swift accuracy summed
pushed into the portentous
an appendage of macho
a rough crude likeness
exuding the carnal vision
each narrative fits the curve
machined by the voluptuous
never lacking the luster
a nucleus of misery
winning the right to toil
to question the existence of god
to wonder about love
the trap is set
with the lonely words
you cannot escape
we resist the sculpture’s knife
our shape is our own
the right to be ugly
and unsightly
this our claim to glory
cutting away the world’s tethers
refusing to be molded
we refuse to be ignorant and blind
to turn our backs to the light of reality

© Deep Piercing Cut 2009