U can’t really understand bukowski until yer a 40 year old man – had a horrible drinking problem and life has kicked you in the teeth at least a few times…..everybody read it when they were young thinking they were down – in fact it was an accessory – we weren’t down, we were punks – bukowski’s voice turned out to be an inheritance to help cope with the shit…..the road map of life in a right hook to the jaw
Kerouac is fluff – pages to wipe your ass with….I know shoot me- I’m obnoxious but the fact is he is one degree away from residing in the trust fund endless summer cut out bin
Beaudelaire is a fork tongued bastard with a mind so sharp One can only think of the ginsu knife cutting through a soda can in one motion – This motherfucker gets banned from a whole country by a 3 page intro to his book – Rockstar ? YES No one fucks with the reader more……… Unfortunately he is French scum and a queer Who loves to fuck with his face ( not that there Is anything wrong with that )
What else u got……….bring it on – ill dot your eye and bite off your ear

Will the look in her eyes save my soul Those Watery marbles roll with a glow – Endless feathers innocent do not blink – All those miles feet still to travel This path or that with truth as a vessel – The stories arc is in the brow Buttery skin No fatigue in these lids – The melody is sublime The ear of the heart fills at the fountain between her wings

Its raining sheets of anxiety

Pounding the roof

Puddling under the doors

Creeping ever lower

This tempest tosses ships against  the sides of my skull

My heart

a solitary bird being tossed through pitch black

Random lightning bolts only reveal the peril of my situation

Oh what

Mockery of the gods

The phalanx of medication on the verge of collapse

The dragon is close displaying immortal patience for the kill

Always the rhythm of this tortuous rain and its displays

I confine myself to my cabin for fear my disease will spread…….

terror’s

morbidly vibrant hand is unwilling to trace the monster churning my sea

Every stroke of the typewriter is a blind spin of the compass searching for home…………..

Broken arm robot dance Oh my god Strep test ? Hate those things ( Gurgle sounds as stick in throat ) 62 lbs Large medicine bow Screaming baby down the hall Hey…stop breathing the breath of fever all over me Swinging feet butt on crinkled paper Baby still screaming poor little guts out / talks of throwing up That’s what I was gonna say – sheesh dude

The wrecking ball does swing
-Hairy knuckels on controls
The weight of your world
Your body pays the tolls
-Good days and bad
Happy worlds and trash
-Lipstick paradise and shot of whiskey would be nice
-Virgin thighs for my head
And the debt is undead
-Were the crazy corner gospel street man hymns
-Bacon frying on a tin can land
And an old women living in a shoe…….screaming get your ass back in this house you dirty SOB
-Ice cream truck fairy sprinkles the youth with the sav of ” it will be o k ” and the paste of DOOM is in home room
- the carpets stained with blood and walls filled with death – the names in a tumbler spinning stained glass for their breath -
The memory of sunshine found dead on its apartment floor
-  souls In the headlines for acts against the state
- the better part of ourselves the better half raped
- a legacy of shame the size of a nation – poor it up as a strong libation – I ve got stories to tell but I do not tell them well – a minor from kentucky on a purple horse and buggy said all was still in the cycloptic third eye -
there is no oxygen left to breath
- the canary is on its knees  choking and hacking and forgetting about its wings
- and there lies the trouble from brother to sister
- all in one image and stuck outside
- the dirty damn truth is there is no where to hide.
- the dirty god damn truth is no chance to hide

fragrance

black and pink erupt up ahead = hammering of skull – swaying of trees – come so far into bended knees – fastidious shrine spreads the field – the deity deep – the worship goes around the sweat grinds down – humidity,flies, flies and disease – hepatitis A B and C – saffron robes open to womb – the milky way fills the room – answers come and questions go.

The TOP

The top spins so fast
The axis skims the ground
Dancing – gliding – poping of the ground dying to move all directions at once

At the core the force has created a vacuum
No ground just sky
No home just flight
- the spin creates the spun

JUST ANOTHER NIGHT

Unconnected
Dial tone
The mirror of cold shoulder makes one see

The distance between stars
Would be made short work compared to my loneliness

I orbit the deep space of neglect
Revolving around me is the moon of selfishness

How far under the crust can love possibly be…..
The canary in cage
Feet up, beak stiffly open
Death by broken heart
Death by broken heart

-The wrecking ball does swing
Hairy knuckles on control
The weight of your world
Your body pays the tolls
-Good days and bad
Happy worlds and trash
-Lipstick paradise
shots of whiskey would be nice
-Virgin thighs for my head
And the debt is undead
-Were the crazy corner gospel
street man hymns
-Bacon frying on a tin can land
And an old women living in a shoe
….… screaming get your ass back in this house
you dirty S – O – B
-Ice cream truck fairy sprinkles the youth with the sav of ” it will be o k ”
And the paste of DOOM is in home room, roll called today
the carpets stained with blood and walls filled with death the names in a tumbler spinning stained glass for their breath -
-The memory of sunshine found dead on its apartment floor
souls In the headlines for acts against the state
- the better part of ourselves the better half raped
a legacy of shame the size of a nation
-poor it up as a strong libation I ve got stories to tell but I do not tell them well
a minor from kentucky on a purple horse and buggy said all was still in the cycloptic hills cuz there is no oxygen left to breath
- the canary is on its knees choking and hacking and forgetting about its wings
- and there lies the trouble from brother to sister
all in one image and stuck outside
- the dirty damn truth is there is no where to hide
- the dirty god damn truth is there where to hide