They're The Same

They’re The Same

Clunk, Tshshsht, Crinnkkle, Ratt-ttle

Russsss-tle, Tshshsh-ttt, Rrrrrrssssss-sssluur

Tear, Crackle, Crackle – tic

Tearccrrk

Twist, Crk – pop

Sluurrp, Tic

Rustle, Snip, Rustle, Rustle

Tic, Tic, Tic

Tshshshshshshsht

Rrrbt Rrrbt Rrrbt

Rrrbt Rrrbt Rrrbt

Shshsht

Thththththththwwtt (silent)

Tap-tic, Tap-tic, Tap-tic

Mmm Hmm

Mmm Hmm

Yep, Ah-ha

They’re ready

No!

They’re ready

Mmhhh

They’re the same

Just take it!

The Bringer

The Bringer

The Bringer
I was born on
Beaming
All in sight
Not one of you can move
Beyond my suffused speed

Spread blood
Smearing the lambs throat
Across your lintels
As I fly over

I am there
Hear
Sure as you
Smashed those jars
Outside the walls of Jericho
Quaking

Look up in your morning
Bathe your eyes
Baptized in mine
You see all
Receiving me
Within you
Intrinsically
Intractably

For I tell you
True as the dove came down
If you believe
Your God is my absence
Open wide your iris
Welcome your God
And gaze upon
Utter
Darkness

Camel

Camel

Immortality
I crush my camel
Grinding it to a fine white powder
The better to funnel through the eye of the needle

Is it the wild-flower
Or, the palm of our hand

Deceived by language
Flesh is weighed
For disbelief in ethereal anima

The Dog-Faced Ape
Reserves a gaze constant upon the beam
Resting the pivot on balance

It is a matter of time born
On the light of extinct stars
Thus in love of life
Refuse the stripping of flesh
It shall reveal nothing

I am sent
That I am
Undeceived grain in hand
Refusing the eye straw
Wild-flower caressed

Eternity
I crush my camel
Grinding it to a fine white powder
The better to funnel through the eye of the needle

Love No Sense

Love no Sense

Devoid of the five
Love has no sense.
Nor is love secreted
In the silence taken for ----------
Love is not present within the skin,
Nor eye, ear, nose, nor mouth;
Coming on deeper,
Higher than such whetted organs
Loves transcendence is its denial.

Jump Serotonin

Jump Serotonin

What do you think?

It is little wonder

My thought it takes

Very little

No wonder

At all, reiterated

Pre paired, returned

Served regurgitated

My bright reflected

I thought . . . it is

What I do that

You too Materializing

Realization, I mind

I really do

It is time, that I pay

No mind , Abstract my form

Free, as my communication

Facilitating the acquisition

A bargain you have no bones

About entering in spite

Of respect

All up for grabs

No one see’s you

Take the intangible

Impossible as it is

To follow Synapse’

Just as he digital

Paperless

There is no trail

Yet I know my mind

I know my speed

All you have

Speed and resources

On the uptake

Inhibitors

You cannot touch me

Grasping all ways

Reliant, here, it is not even

Oxygen

This spark, I am

Jumping

Serotonin

Before The Hand

Before The Hand

In the morning
Too soon
To see
All passing
Before the passing
I know I am not
Supposed to
Arrange cards
Before the hand
Is dealt

However
For the fear
I can not
Cover my bets
Should I loose?
This game plays through
All possible
Permutations
In mind

Consider my possible
Potentiality
For misadventure
In estimation
My basket
Always comes off
Deficient
As my talent

Reign Of Whoreing

Reign Of Whoreing

Under your reign
Of whoreing
I kept tally
While scoreing

I waited patient
Devoted ensuring
Clean linen
And dinner on time

As far as crime
Can pay
I stood beside
You in my way

I learnt not to
Question or refuse
In reserve I remained
Of practical use

So much
Time I could abide
Awaiting the turning
Of the tide

Mind your eye
Mind your tooth
In kind
In truth

Now here
Where you kneel
My baying hounds snapping
At your exposed heel

You’d so expected to crush

There is no welcome
In my outstretched palms
Collecting
The wages of harm

Kill To Urge

KILL TO URGE

Blood quickens Hearts response

Erectile follicles raise sensory searching hairs
Talon claws withdraw from sheathed holdings

IT is rising, more than the blood
The desire
Drawing
Muscle tissue taut ligament to bone

The want, the need, the innate requirement to . . .

Present, a flavor
Each breath
Sensing the atmospheric coolness
Outside of the body
Inhaled over sharpened fang,
Across the tongue

Absolute pulse
Being
Coiled in that restraint only employed
Prior







Descending
Cessation
URGE TO KILL KILL TO URGE
Sealing
Ascending

Dosage

Dosage

Dawning days rise mourning
Strained to meet mundane obligations
This physical compulsion to visceral
Requirement for medicinal essentials
Symptomatic in clear demise
Body set to anxieties alarm
No sleep-in possible
At the command of time
Form in time, on time, it is time
And there is no lee-way
Function relies on form
Governed on a nonnegotiable schedule
Such a tight demanding treatment
Comes to equal the illness
Transposing life’s dependency
To a necessity more forceful
Than the malady mirrored
Self-medication to prescription
Therapy imprisons body
Alleviation imprisons mind
Restoration leaves the soul abandoned
To insatiable hunger
Merely changing flavors

Less About Carbon

Less About Carbon

I’m not strong enough
It is not enough
Just can’t get round
Can’t crush
Didn’t think
Now I can sense it
Now
Tighter . . . can feel it
The pressure increasing
Yes
A shift . . . yes a shift
Almost all sides . . . almost
A better grasp becomes a firmer grip
Now can come round
All the way round
I’m doing it
The appropriate application of pressure
Hand diameter can be deceiving
It’s a small space between head and shoulders

Compression comes round harder
Straining the distress towards obstruction
Pressure imposed enough for deprivation
Steeling the tightening squeeze
Thumbs press down in
The neck is thick
Yet the way is thin enough
Restriction is but a crush away
Compact the larynx
The necessary obstruction
It is less about the deprivation
As it is about the carbon

Press hard . . . prohibit
Put down by force
Squeeze Tightening Squeeze Tightening Squeeze
Suppression stifling
This is no smother
No choke ending breath
Carbon must replace oxygen
Enough to lose consciousness
Easing the gripping
Deprivation

All White Meat

All White Meat

White and overflowing
How is it you taste
So sweet
I like my sustenance
Crisp
There aint noth’in
Undercooked here
Just a fragrance
That invites
And how you stir
My fry
Now I bet your mamma . . .
All white meat
An Kosher as
So that you can’t believe
Furtherest thing from chicken
Jigg’lin
All like that
It aint my fingers
I’m lick’en

Cooks up straight
No citric
Damn!

Fuck Brown Sugar!

Hard Milk

Hard Milk

Hard, almost vitrified
She rarely speaks
It is a look in her eye
Gleaming prohibitive aggression.
Lips parted lips vehemently
Manifest a venomous vocal spray
Spite aspirating an air-born poison,
Each drop of her spittle
Congeals to industrial diamonds
Honed to lacerate.

Hers an astringent femininity
Scrubbed to a sheen,
Nothing flashing keen
As her eyes, as her teeth.
She breathes resentful
Exhaling bitterness
In self-defense,
Pacing a well guarded cage
Grilled mesh gates she locks
Turning the key from the inside.

Her breast harbor’s no sweetness.
God only knows
How the milk she refuses
Her babe
Tastes.
For a certainty
He shall never
Know.

Centimeters Away

Centimeters Away

On the edge of sensation
Just out of -----------------
Night provides proximity,
Possibility always centimeters away.

Loved true in-depth sincere,
Perhaps,
Rather than sensed less
Love now drawn to this stationary halt,
Abstracted towards deference.
Loves Purity transcends
Unsatisfactorily, well beyond reason.
Discarded Physicality left to lie
Untouched.

For all of this, told and known,
The hopeful bear no denial.
This soul, form lain down,
Complete at your disposal,
Each night within your reach.
We lie as one
Interchangeable, tense
For sensation.

Yet night after night
My body taut
But centimeters away.

Horizontal Utterly Still

HORIZONTAL UTTERLY STILL

Horizontal and utterly still
His heart and diaphragm
The only muscles within
His body not entirely relaxed
Sound the only stimulant
To his semiconscious senses

Clip Clip Clip CLIp CLIP
Shhhhhhttt
To halt

The silence between
Arrival and action hisses
Deafening white-noise
As adrenaline screams
Yet he chooses not to look
He keeps his eyes closed

A tink-chinkling of chimes
Small metals not hanging free
The whole gathered bunch
Tink-chlink-chinkling
On the swing-chain
To SMASH a CRASHING
Collision against flat solid metal

The silent Tick Tick Tick
Of seconds sounds a riotous fear
Through tissue-ligament-bone
Trained to conditioning
Every muscle shrieks
To be flexed
To instigate the unconscious regimen
Yet he chooses to remain still
He keeps his eyes closed

A tlick of little ridges tapped
One after the other metallic tumbling
Inserted into narrow openings
Metal against metal
With a slight resistant friction
Punctuated by a solid
CLICK

Such tiny sounds amplify
Within Silence
Echoing a volume
Four stories deep floor to ceiling

Echo overlaps echo
Singing in cannon
As each incidence draws
Gradually closer
Closer CLoser CLOser CLOSer CLOSEr CLOSER
Clip---shhhhht-----rattle----- tink-chinkle-----tlick-----
CLICK . . .

R U M B L E . . .
Tones of sliding metal
Thunder forth
Upon metal roller wheels
Ringing out as only metal can sing

There should be movement
It has always followed these sounds
Regimented
Executed
Daily without divergence

Yet today
This one morning, decidedly
Assertive defiance stationary
On conscious overruling
Pacifying conditioning

Eyes closed
He remains horizontal
Utterly still
Listening
As consequence draws closer

CLICK . . .
R U M B L E . . .
Tones of sliding metal
Thundering forth
Upon metal roller wheels
Ringing out as only metal can sing

Against Ones Better Judgment

Against Ones Better Judgment

Acuity skirts this day shining
Keen as rolled steel razor sharpened.
Along a stone whetted interaction,
Deliberate strokes
Interface abrasion, filing contacts blade
Precise to the narrowest margin.

Born down steel perfection
To the point pressured
Bends this blade barbed
In Compliance,
A compulsion for open flesh.

Such explicit exposure
Invites crimson beading
Complicit in action.

One forceful puncture,
Enter then twist,
Turning the steel
To exacerbate healing.

Wisdom nothing to do with this.

Something about the consideration
Of others that goes against
One’s better judgment.

Circumstance Blinds Ability

CIRCUMSTANCE Blinds ABILITY

CIRCUMSTANCE blinds ABILITY Limited within its finite range
RESOURCES subjugate CAPACITY ‘What Is’ ruling ‘What may be’ ACCESS defines REALIZATION Mind in its fleshy prison
Flesh its physical prison PROBABILITY being CONSCIOUSNESS’ cruel joke Certainly there is much that ‘Can Be’ However possibility depends purely Upon the provision of
RESOURCES and their ACCESSIBILITY Despite
COMPREHENSION and CONSCIOUS PROGRESSION
REALIZATION Remains the dominion of the few

Acquired Desire

Acquired Desire

Of coursing
In mind
Physical force propelled
Direct Progression
On route

Intent
Applies pressure
Willing the act
Thought
Leads constant
Fleshy emotion
Fated

Energetic
Motive toward
Auctioned
Intuition

This is instinctual
This is an acquired desire
Impetus to pursuit
Hunting, tracking
Heightened awareness
Fleshed in motion

The possibility
Displayed
The lingering
On tongue
Taste savored

As Only Money

As Only Money

After the daylight saved
A glimmer in the dark flashes gold
Silver reflect sky wanes softening wide
Diffused street-light luminescent upon youth’s skin
Leaves flutter between
A glint shone from secreted eyes
Veiled beneath shadows maternal wing
Everything bright is trailed by red
Turning over times necessary preference
Well worn, the trappings
Free in the night
As faith dreams insatiable fantasy
Trickling down
Oozing only as money
Adolescent bodies strain
Towards selections descending window

A Thousand Bucklers

A Thousand Bucklers

Grace
in stance
lightly trod.
An inveighed
elegance as
comportment imbued
in styled steps
clearly conveyed.

Inevitably
such finesse
shall come to butt
against no thing
more honed
than the acumen
of my pure blade.

“Thy neck is like the tower of David,
builded for an armory,
where there hang a thousand bucklers,
all shields of mighty men.”

How well my steel
slices
bearing pressure
to a sluice of blood
garroted.

“a thousand bucklers”

Where are they now
my love?

Like Shooting Feet

Like Shooting Feet

Shooting into the barrel
I can not say that it is something
I merely find myself doing
Like all actions this involves some consciousness
Safety off
Cock the hammer
Both require a firm steady hand
These are the checks and balances
Placed on a weapon to ensure deliberate use
No somnambulance
Certainly no duress
The responsibility is having repeated the action
Time and again
Something to which I have become used
This staring down into the barrel
Where, looking more keenly I see no fish
Only my feet treading water
When the shot rings out
I am shocked at the explosive thunder
A shock that does not seem to bring me to my senses
Glancing down at my bleeding feet
I want to feign disbelief
I think that I am intelligent
Yet I have done this all before

Furtively Ascending

Furtively Ascending

Step up desire
Slight motions furtive to the subtle
Differentiation of purpose
Surreptition glances sideways
Quickly back down
Cast eyes to view across
Initial stimulation
In sight directs
Yearning taken in hand
Connecting to this collective
Conscious conjuring the image
The same image
Projected as you
And you, and you, and you . . .

Slight sway
Step back revelation
Rock back forward
To the realization of the image
It is what I want
I want to see
Less interested in the connection
Just it
Your yearning
Taken in hand
Quivering
It’s hard
To see where the nerve ends
And excitement begins

Behind multiple masks
It is impossible to see
None really care
Here are the most willing
To be fooled
Mendacious Solicitation
Advertized for want of need
Such beggars cannot be choosers
This is a vicious hierarchy
Whipped mercilessly by time

Endangered silver fox
Handicapped by age
Left all but a salacious starving maturity
Radiating desperation
Upon the silver stair
Denied attraction opposite desire
Eyes so whetted
These tongues shall remain long
Parched

So many
Drawn to the water
All varied disguise
But always the same eyes
Some
Tailored suit
Shirt and tie
Jeans and T-shirt
Uniform a unique rarity
There are no names in the underground
Anonymity the essential armor

Time is the greatest danger underground
The measure of minutes
The measure of years
Fears face is young
A countenance instigating unease
To silent commotion
The question of age
Stirs the ranks
Each heart in manic flight
Each breathe tasting sharp
On the bitterness of mistrust

Such discomfort in proximity
So close
Fine the line
To the highest of prizes
This question answered favorably
A palpable excitement ascends
Jostling for precedence
Completing for vantage
Many prepared to settle
Satisfied with mere observation

SLAM
A new presence
The question in all eyes
Nerves return as at the first approach
Step forward, face forward
All the business of business
With no business going on what-so-ever
Until
One by one
Eyes strain round sideways
Glance by stiff-necked glance
The new situation is assessed
To the recommencement of proceedings
Or, the farce of functionality
Dry shake

Actual intent is unwelcome
When they wait
Sacrifice is in the air
There is a ransom due
For the benefit of all
Wash basin
Mirror
Check the face
Fix the hair
This is the masculine powder room
It is not the face
Being studied in the mirror
Extended hand drying
All to frustrate the impatient intruder
Some leave without relief
Some leave with dry hands
Some leave hands dripping
They all leave of their own volition

The underground is a mute space
All water dripping, running, flushing
And the roar of the hand blower
Intruder exits
Business resumes
There shall will be no rewards
For the sacrificial lamb
Merely a key
Opening the door locked
By imposition
A sacrificed position is lost
The gods of the underworld are
Blind, selfish and fickle

The music in extended play
Resembles as closely as possible
The arrangements prior to disruption
Pair's, Trio’s, Quad’s . . .
The dance of the daring
Grips a tango taken in hand
Or the cowards
Preferring the line dance
Nervous excitement
Their solo sidestep
Fearfully untouched

Ascending the silver stair
Or peering the sliver of space
To the slow slide of a latch
Possibilities endless
Depend less on the situation
As upon the eye
And catching it
For as it goes,
Experience shows
The eyes worth catching
Are the quick darting
Eyes of insistence
Having somewhere to be
Watch, hand, grasp, hunger . . .
Watch, wrist, grip, thirst . . .

Time the stimulation
Enemy and excitement
Decisive direction is absolutely necessary
Against the grain
Now must
Cross forcefully or never
Such treasures do not live
In these subterranean caverns
These precious visions reflect the light of the sun
Glancing at the watch
Timing lunch, timing time
It is close, it is almost over
Every sweet moment squeezed in
Urgency discards passiveness
Demanding control
Decisive demand
Now Now
You are pure,
Masculine
Buckle, zipper, buttons
Hair, skin, sweat,
Unlimited desire
Consumes limited time