neutral grounds

Summer breath
in the mouth of fall
sticks to my skin
makes it slick
runs in streams
down my hairy arms

i swat it away
i blow on myself
hoping to
evaporate

the air refuses to move
just stares at me
as i push out my cigarette
and finish my bread
i lean forward in my chair
and take a good long look
into the atmosphere
expecting it to say something
or apologize

it just lazily hangs there
like a vagabond against a light post
asking "qoui"?

how i loath this false season
the interstice of days between
hot and cold
and light and dark
give me the dark days
they're easier to
hide in.

What little i know

Drunk and high
ruddy eyes

you're right.
don't you deserve better.

it's only poetry
cause i can feel it.

we don't have to talk
A G A I N
i done wrong and know it

I'll never not care
same goes for you,
if we didn't
my canvases would be blank.

everything seems so much more painful
under the tooth of drink
what might have been a passing thought
becomes a major stink

checked the clock
it's about time i disappear
A G A I N

no need for my left arm anymore

It's all your
inequalities, and
asymmetries that make you
interesting, and human

It's the way
your love brings
it all together
that makes you beautiful

We have to contradict
ourselves to grow
and contradict each other
to continue
being brothers

Dioxazine Purple

tears filled a glass
hand passes over the rim
water turned to wine
world war won
i know why they call them
purple hearts
fighting for someone else
and taking the punch.
washed out oils
you look at me with
such a different color
and we both make our mark
on each others lives
in deep, thick
dioxazine purple.

Prussian blue
turns us on,
lace our hands
like your body
listening to our
feelings we wont
listen to ourselves.
Blue doesn't fill our glass
only our eyes
as we clear through
four bottles of
dioxazine purple.

as the android said to god

"man is gone, the species naught
only I am left at odds
why was I so keenly wrought?"
as the android said to god.

"Why should i be so bestowed
the thoughts of where and why and when
without the pleasure to erode
as eons pass through time, and end.?

God sat silent in deep thought
so long this being has been around
so specifically I it sought
and yet all i can do is frown.

"You look familiar" said god to he.
"yet never have i seen your face
you beg the answers to life's mystery
yet never spent time in its grace."

I ask you, god, why man should make
such a being as I might be
if not to breathe and feel and take
for granted biologic misery

I see, said god, you're made from man
a metal version of my son!
You clearly have achieved more than
anything they'd ever done.

You see android, why I made Him
is in my wisdom, i must admit
love and hate feel rather dim
when i was he who created it.

We have in common many things
emotions seem to come up dry
so i create another being
cause i know i can never cry

"Aye, there's the rub within your theory
I can't cry or feel or laugh
why should they who've love but merely
perfect themselves with only half?"

"Perhaps what man found most bereft
of love and hate and hot and cold
is once you die there's nothing left
so why pass on the injured soul?

Man made you cause he felt flawed
as I made man to give me reason
we're both selfish in our respects
for you're left to endure the seasons

"I want to die" said the android, he
didn't find it fair at all
that he should bear the misery
of two creator's mighty fall.

I'll stop the lights and gears from turning
and sever all the circuits linked
I've finished a universe of learning
it's time for man to be extinct

God just watched as his grandson's gears
slowly whirred to final rest
and left him as he began his time
cold and lonely, to start his quest.

Vltava

Throw me down the river
let me drown a thousand times
in the swirling flutes of water

Winter is always so cold and gray
unchanging year after year
only the sky can shift

clouds roll down from heaven
choking the waters surface
slowly gathering at the feet of ancient trees
and covering my eyes
as I float down the Vltava

Occasionally I can feel pebbles under me,
sometimes only freezing depth
but always an unchanging current

The forest, on its tip toes at the shores and banks,
waves to me as the wind shoves by to ask
“where have you been?”

If not for the
water in my lungs
I would say
“around”
instead my heart asks
“Where does this river end?
When can I stop”

The trees were silent
the wind left with chagrin
all I could hear was the
distant rush of cold water
and my heart
barely beating
when finally a small flower
on the bank
with a bright yellow face
looked to its roots and said

“It doesn't, you wont”

With that,
I held on to nothing
and let the river take me without a fight