noli me confundere amore

do not confuse me
or my acts of love
with me or other
acts of love.

i am not an ideal,
i am not a wish
nor a fulfillment
or an expectation.
i am a mirror,
a polished surface
reflecting your desire,
distorting your vision
of who you are
and what you want.

but i am no dream.

just a coincidence,
a mere whim and fancy
dancing in your eye.

do not confuse me
with love.

stimulate this!

exhortation of death
and taxes duty to the
union, booty loot man and
woman extorted in come tax
what we ain't got, some use
the word dispossessed
like we ever had some shit
to begin with; some of us are
disenfranchised, as if we
all been a golden arches
feed lot of excess but some
fat neck fool stole our pickles,
put the meat in between the buns
and pulled it back, so don't
vote for cows.

how many of us really
been developed by a white sheet
boardroom plan, had our
economics stimulated
cheap whore-like, suckcoming
to food bank lines with broken
backs from fractured tax breaks,
and still we plead to these fuckers:
please break us off some, pray
please Lord deliver us from evil,
but there ain't no heaven cuz
we forgot, oops, we logged that bitch
and siphoned it away.

yeah, lordy lord, deliver us and bedevil
us with crown thorn worship
miracle blood...that's some racket
you're runnin' up there lord...
i'll sell my soul for some stimulation,
the virgin mary don't put out
anyhow, never did.

but them robed pedophiles tell us,
you'll get some stimulation
on your knees.

free-dumb

freedom rings when death brings
change spare in a cup of empty
charity, seasonal shifts down
speed accelerating growth
potential promise of life
eternal, until cup runneth
over and over, lesson repeated
class dismissal, dismal abyss
filled in, substitute teaching
course in flow free, dumb ringing
deaf in ears blind, fears seen in
light of day, come what
may i mother my rebirth
reboot system restore, compute
cannot into can do, candid
camera capture image of self
imposed impersonation, me, peopled
with person habits per sun sign
language translated permutations
of infinite parallel truths, sooth
and say freedom ain't free but
no price to pay per viewpoint from
a prison cell, your soul is for sale
or soars free, what will it be
and how much are you worth
or how much do you cost?
lost wages for lost time for lost
ways when most days we're
really here but where were we?
were we on the way?
we'll get there when we get
here, not on the x-spot
mark my words, it's a circus
ring and we clown pack the cars
for piling out onto the staged show
of your good side face to the sun,
we moon the crowd to
fem-in the masked man selling
cheap waves, good-bye free-dumb,
i don't need you no more
i got sunshine.

music make

music make me smile and take
frown upside down,,,,really?
really it's real when heart not
quite breaks, little quakes not
quite breaks off, maybe opens, shakes off
shiver frost, or risk: cost of living
so near the edge, really it's child's game:
dare you dare me over this (?) line
in sand shifting, rifting
growing apart. really it's ok,
two letters like spoken spells
omen boding well for future arriving
here in the now now, hear ye hear me
now or never, if ever i existed it was
twixt this or that, otherwise it
wasn't, never wasn't, or is, were
to be making music to song air filled
lifeboats floating to shore: i hear
menstrual muse use music,
melodious minstrel musings and siren
whales frequen-singing memory
chips off the old indigenous block party.
we're all invited, bring a song
sing a sonnet sun bonnet,
we're all bows translating rainlight.

jesus is love

they said jesus is love.
funny, cuz jesus must be
one sad, lonely and confused
sack-o-shit most of the time.
poor jesus, he must be
broken and unfulfilled,
with a half-assed empty glass
of tears and long nights
at the bottom of a bottle,
stinking like an ashtray.
jesus is probably
a nina simone fan, probably
likes a good juke joint or
a long drawn out sax-trane
wailing like a lost siren.
yeah, jesus probably knew
his cross was coming down
the road, the devil was waiting
there on the corner,
hammer and nails in hand
ready to turn his world
inside out so his guts were
in his throat and his heart
sank into the dirt.
poor old jesus, i feel for him,
i feel like him sometimes,
crucified by trust and cryin
out to heaven, but instead of a
miracle, it just rains and pours,
and next thing you know
you're waking up from being
dead.
now ain't that some shit?
maybe we will find heaven.

ain't no use

ain't no use.
ain't no use tryin
to flog a horse dead
in broke tracks, hamstrung
crippled smiley face turned
upside down, ain't no
use to doin what ain't needin
done, dead and gone, buried
at home and hosed, ain't
nothin to hold onto but
your integrity, gritty
between your teeth clenched
jawbroken dreams in dreamcathcer
jailed, ain't no use, ain't no
use when truth spilled like beans
roll out on the floor refried,
but ain't no dip for them chips
cashed in, nah, ain't
no use or reuse for abuse of refuse,
junk smack and talk of self-righteous
sugar daddy pills to the brain,
closet bones up and dance
jingling keys to skeleton memory
identity, ain't no use but just try,
deny them demons, let them eat
holes in your arms or savor
the aroma of powdered
reflections, just don't spout
like some Hamlet speech of
unreachable bones and the
redemptive powers of now or later,
just wait and see, ain't no use
lest you seek your self right where
you left it, dress it down
to bones and flesh it out,
preach to your choir, stomp
shout and sing, it ain't no thing,
baby, it ain't no thing.

inspired by what?

autumned leaves on fall
ground like yellow heart
soaked rain,
shed skin for
tears of drip-drop...drop
the pretense bullshit present,
and for now-sake take
stands against winter
backdrop of sky trickling
sandcastles and melt in
melancholy saxophone riffs,
musical wind playing trees
shush the silence loud
'cause sunlight tired in the shade,
can't get up to usual speed
with weight of slave chains
to darkness propelled.
orbital sadness revolve around
mistaken identity
when clouded truth eclipsed by
slow motion moon phase.
take now life boat to ocean,
walk with fisherman's net
to drift catch range of emotion
under currents now in the now now.
comedy study of drama unfolds
dusty script from forgotten manual,
me play-act myself the clown fool
and clap with audience contrived cheer...
that shit busts me up sometimes.

a death wish

for once i wish
for love to never have existed,
for egos and desires,
feverish clutches and
long tears that follow the heart
and its follies;
i wish for the death of wishes.

broken branch, burned hat,
torn umbrella and decimated glass,
lend your story
to the story of every
heart betrayed,
give your wisdom
to the keeping of wise hermits.
let us abandon this passion,
these passing fancies
whereby we are dismayed
by rain and crucified
by sunlight.

never again, but perhaps
this is a lie,
will i look for the rose
that hides its thorns
behind the sculpture
of its figured scent.
no, give me a simple fish,
a commoner's potato,
rusted tool or glass of water,
an honest piece of cloth
and a straightforward pair
of scissors, so i can cut an image
of my heart and stitch it
to my sleeve, so you can see
i am not a wish,
no dream, no ambition,
merely a poem.
maybe you will get the words
in the right order.

figures

it's just like that--
the wind cold gets in
the skin under fire
frozen with moments of
-this-that-n
the other and the other others,
wise on the up down there
so no blind-sided ramifications
crash the door in,
in.

figure it out, so it figures
if figuratively speaking i
speak figures of speech,
it figures, well what can one
expect--the truth? it comes
like pulled teeth sometimes,
just gotta give it up, sad i
know but ain't no jesus buddha
oprah dr. phil for real
can make you real.

change is the catch phrase
for the new age but all i
caught's a flu bug tired
sack of bones, shit the bed
and piss bucket for nightly
fits of no sleep with change afoot,
can't get no flow for tired ass
lazy sunlight to go south
looking for a new day, another
one to replace this broke ass
shit, just like the other one.

yeah, and now like a swarm bees
make a buzz in my head noise
goddamn noise fuzz buzzing
silent silent, the entire fucking
universe silent but i ain't
been there to see myself,
only got pockets for the stuff
into stuff trick, see it now don't
you take your eyes off these hands.

those blind-sided ramifications
are a motherfucker, kickin down
the door, now who's gonna pay for it?
i mean, besides me?

Life, Is

Life
Is twisted
Ropes
Frayed knots
Chafing
Glove skin
Hands
Blistered
Like rawhide
Deserts

Life
Is broken
Pallets
Frozen hoses
Chains
Rusted and
Cheap
Tricks, magic
Mistakes
Gambled
Stakes
Too high
For you
To smoke
Anymore
To come
Down

Life
Is masked
Villages
Unholy
Pilgrimage
Unknown neighbors
And parables
When spite
Your face
So nose
Cuts off
Truth smells
Rotten like
Lies

Life
Is delayed
Paychecks
Debt ridden
Depression
Bed ridden
Problems
Drinking problems
Hangover
The edge
Bottles
At the end
Empty
Like sleepless
Dreams

Life
Is salty
Blood
Tearful
Streams
Falling, just
Falling
In love
Holes
To disappear
Into
Tasting dregs
Bottom
Feeding
Life
Bleeding

Life
Ain’t shit
If shoe
On foot is
Other than
Left, right
Left right
In the way
To step
In it
Shit
To stick to
Your tread
Path going
In circles
Coming round
To what? Goes
Around