I.
First snow taunts from window to
Crystal laid sill– hail, rain,
And football. Mad genuis’
Of the past,
Dylan’s all that we’ve
Got left.
Sad voice crackles in background,
Head hurt all day, pounding,
Pondering how to get kids
To read again–
There’s martial law in the mind of the globe
and no one cares
no freedom in china
america - states slave cage
iraq,
afghanistan, secret prisons
"indefinite dentention"
isreal invade palestine
genocide,
and genocide
and genocide
No one, see’s–
No one cares–
No more mushrooms in Amsterdam
No more discourse in public
10 minutes of protest police
Surround, “I.D.’s NOW!”
No more warrant in Texas
No more coverage San Francisco Bay,
Desolation offers once vibrant
Radiant thoughts, naked now
Slicked with oil–
Its been a very bad year for black
People in the news, 2007 almost no more–
No more Sean Taylor– Dead– Murdered–
No more Sean Bell– Dead–
Murdered– Pigs– Jena 6– Yes,
Nooses still swing from southern trees–
Death– Sadness– Disgrace–
No more,
No more quarterback fast passed
Michael Vick– Incarcerated– early,
Man, they really took a bite
Out of crime,
Barry broke Hank’s record,
And the law, lied to congress
but, so did the president,
and so did every president
Before that…
Brief blurb just in,
O.J. Simpson arrested again
Robbery armed– juked juice–
Have ya heard?
Have ya heard?
Have ya heard the news?
Rutgers has got nappy
Headed hos’ that can shoot,
Godfather, silent, gone
Year mark, tears dried, king popped
into exile, still grieving, robberies, banks
Hiked, gang, economic, drug
Factors enslaved, 9 to 5, rehab, cycle
Into jails, yes,
Watch America as she undresses
And fucks her criminals raw,
Machine like thrusts.
Empire cities erode fabrication
Human cancerous growth
Cluster carved into the epidermis
Of the earth– Imagine,
Quarantine decompose mycological
Revolution, earth cleanse fungal
Infest Capitalisms Spectacular Cities–
“Live elevated so you can look
Down upon your society,
Its good for the soul…”
“YYEAH PHILL!”
Performances fill dead heads and how do we
Share our selves that well? Indigo casting spell–
Lap top Christmas light spectacular entrancing
Broken glass in back yards,
Run across the country,
Metropolis, tri state, rush, honk–
“LEARN HOW TO DRIVE GRANDMA!”
Give finger to dying women fighting wrinkled skin,
rage against the roads, drive with chain under your seat,
Beat drunk pulp, count money as to gain
Respect, dollar sign black days fry nothing
Spent, ignored, as always by the Fox bourgeois
News corporation–
Make your own review, spread
Knowledge as entertainment,
Spread war across the globe
Like maple butter,
“NUKE THE BASTARDS!”
Saddam is dead,
Arafat,
No more, –
No more marches
No more voters
No more protests
Hope left a long long time ago–
2 Clintons
2 Bush’s
2 elections on par with that in Venezuela,
Chavez once humanitarian ambassador cancelled
Elections, only to loose dictatorship,
2012,
Maya empire kings spread south, north–
If we’re not careful Barak Obama will be that last
President that America will ever see–
“It’s going to come down to and armed revolt,”
–sighs a veteran covered in black Irish boy golf cap,
Patriot, gas pumps,
“Price too high,
Fucking scumbags in Washington!”
–he says with a smile
And deep piercing eyes
Kids–
My age–
Dying in Iraq–
Afghanistan forgotten–
No pictures–
No coffins–
No dead–
No problem, –
Dollar fall, “ Ah, this country
Is going to shit!”
Angels, angelic the women who
Fix their men, mend their heads–
Hearts, hopes, egos, dissolve, alone.
Strangers sit stoned and joke
For hours
Both unknown struggle same
Feel insane, death follows
Junk crusts piled up and fall out of
Cars that never make it past the
Monotony of this routine.
We roll our eyes at the thought of growing,
(old?)
Expanding… ? …
II.
Black heavy clouds give way to
Small crescent moon–
Bright and eloquent,
Gods thumb nail
Hanging in the sky–
Wake up 4:00am startled,
With tears in my eyes
Am I in–sane?
Or just–sane?
Bombs, still explode
In Baghdad–
Old friends now clutch
M–16’s in desserts
Unknown,
Scared
Distant
–There is no Christmas in war
No love in war
No pussy
In war
–these facts haunt me
Death plagues planet, slow
Morbid torture, –
How do we sleep?
How do we go about our days,
The same?
Boney bare bark reaches out to
The heavens like the outstretched arms
Of Jesus freaks screaming hallelujah!
Branches dead fall–
Winter encroaches,
There is no life here…
Every death is a new beginning
Smile, cracks laugh
Yes, seasons change leaves die,
Past equinox spent on pier
Overlooking New York monster City
From Hudson Bay, harbor freight–
Buildings twinkling with stars sputter
Like omniscient fire flies as sun rises
East to west–
Venus floats slowly out of
View, bold, beautiful, and
Alone.
Cold now snow fell, falls
Hearts opened and blossomed
Only to die again–
How many lost this time of year?
Countless–
Nostalgia brings back
Thoughts only now
Once friends awkward
Thinking of you
Un–materialized souls, now lifeless
Bodies in boxes below the ground.
Seven years, we’re all still here
Suburbia, Shane dust bones
In dirt covered coffin–
Neck broken, footprints on wall
My grandmother in Florida broken ribs
Passenger burns bags of air with the news–
Dion crashed weed car inevitably
Leaving us to sing rock operas in the sky–
Broken glass and no more harmony, Sublime
No more long tired walks down Mantoloking
Bow tie and puffy eyes,
That don’t have to cry any more,
No more Linus Rhyme
Mother cancer spread grief
Stricken funeral in bed,
No more bug infested hotel rooms
Move one door down–
No more studio
No more chicks to catch your spit
No more cigarette bum missions
No more blue lips, –
No more air in your lungs,
No more junk
No more mom lying in bed
Only fights, hospital visits
And coke, –
“Don’t Shoot,
Please don’t shoot!”
Plead strung out babies crying, drunken
Lovers, scattered throughout this
Garden State,
Growing habits out of its back
And stabbing westward
Further and further into
It’s own uncut forests,
Christ hangs from 90 dollar pine trees,
No more Christ
In Christmas
No more mayor
In Brick Town
No more hope for the suburbs
No more hope anywhere for anything
No more hope for the future
No more questions
No more teeth
No more sunglasses
No more cloths lost
Backward shelter Tennessee
Illuminated by fire agate mass,
No more Presents
No more sick Days
No more kid days
No more–
No more cigarettes
And I still can’t breathe
No more Mr. Mailer
No more cheese
No more passionate drunken nights
With high school girls
No more blatant adultery
Binge sexcapade erase pain
No more
No more bill of rights
No more dollar all powerful madman
No more rest
No more fun
No more peace
No more peace
No–
The bombs did not
Stop falling today
Humanity did not
Except its place.
III.
No more–
No more earth suicide note left by universe
Prophecy round globe boards dive into
Right winged blessing, pressed against
The falling backdrop of the cosmos, while
The rest of creation weeps for the loss of presence,
Presenting itself now as an afterthought,
No more–
No more work, always work that of mad crazy poet–
Lusting after everything at once endless experience
Unable to balance constant mirage except, language
Explicit the fact,
We know no boundaries–
Only the fallacies of life.
Money means less than one pure thought! –
Neurological interfaces connect every
Poem ever written!
Every moment in your life
Has lead you to this one! –
Enchanted,
No more,
No more poetry only silence
For abominable ambassador,
“Freedom don’t make French fries!”
– he would say.
No more roads open kitchen tables
In ozone, Americas dream is a
Cold spontaneous bottle of Jack–
No more poetry in Patterson, East Village
Analogies compare generations of men,
Exploding the grip of bureaucratic tradition
Rebellion, out with the old, and in with the new
Also, alas rested,
Tired no more,
In Elizabeth–
Gone ten years now–
Four fingered hand prints, all that’s left–
Longer and longer, gets sadder and
Sadder the songs filling our voids, –
Shot gun junk strains, escape bin robbed found
Loony amongst your plants, head gone
Brain soup all over floor and, “stoned note” – AP
No more spirit of youthful pit arm,
The pain of lost innocence–
Lost consciousness
World un welcoming
Un loving,
Momma Gaia accepting
Arms open,
No more,
No more underage drinking
No more gas prophesized under
halogen light bulbs save earth
for eternity, seven generations away
in the streets of pink New Jersey Pseudo
American dawn–
Fairies forgotten, left to roast
over the fire place of linier time
Take off your boots,
Don’t think about the war,
Chill your bones by the charade of flames–
“I swear I’ll take it all away,
Just focus on the liquidity of the situation” –
Destiny’s law lessons learned with air
Alone wind burned lost love and soul
Hunger for life, spontaneous flow blows fantastic
Oh no!
Back to the routine,
Holliday masquerade
The act of gifts giving fake vibes
To wholesome intent,
I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU,
I LOVE YOU ALL –
We never say this unless we have to
Celebrate every second
Holy as the first!
Holy as the last!
Holy as ever!
No More
Un holy no more
Normalcy no more
Darkness only holy! holy! holy! holy!
Break light shatter shadows of monotony
With creative influence, yes
Every moment has lead to this one
And this second, minute, breath,
Is holy! –
Holy! second’s every up for grabs,
And down for change
Holy! now magic surrounds awareness
A goddess every woman that makes
You smile, makes your soul remember
What it means to be alive,
Desire,
O sweet sensual desire,
Holy moment
Every moment
Even the worst moments
Even the death moments
Are there holier moments
Than the one before?
Life beautiful complete bliss,
Stimulate exotic
Feelings to ward off the ancient
Enemy of laziness!
Not meant more of job
Than vacation,
Though–
Sacred, love holy sacredness!
Holy! Holy sacredness!
In moments, momentous-
Holy! Is the tube of my soul lying
Under urethras pull,
As I look down I realize
That you are Holy! your hair, holy!
a frizzy mess move, up– down– holy!
around– Up– down– around– around…
Walls of skin penetrating entire beings
Melting together– everything in
The universe, and you, and me–
Unseen , - dreams bending underneath…
Holy! Are the candles burning orchestras weeping for
Humanity, as we contort the world
with moans, howls, and cravings…
We speak art maniacs, dancing through skeleton
Windows– isolation breathing breaths lips swollen
Against gains of epiderm and this moment
Is Holy! Holy! Holy!
Realize your alive and every second is Holy!
Love insides with lucidity
And cry for understanding
Life – Holy!
Make holy love, holy! caress the wind of
Your psychotic fate, holy!
Mystery unleashes awareness
together making sweet this dark
Stormy planet aligning moon sun
Signs with light –
Chemical organic materializing
Third dimension emotional
Outbreak uncontrolled incomplete
Passionate tastes licking salty wounds –
I’d
Do
Anything –
For you, to see yourself
As I do now. Holy!
No more
No more wedding
No more baggage
No more ring
No overly romanticized trips across country
No, perfect pictures don’t paint themselves
No more awkwardness
No more work, I’m done
For the day–
No more pain in lower spine,
No more poem I have not
Much to say, –
Holy moment of free thought caught on
This page, no more
Stupid society to drive me insane
No more, words holy! keys holy! type
To generations unseen yet lost,
Still holy!
Be lost no more.
Only holy!
Be lost no more.
Only holy!
Be lost no more.
Only holy! holy! holy!
Most holy in your search for the truth
Yes truth takes work, not free to be seen
Only understood through holiness! the press
Is no more! the breath is no more! the debt is
No more curable! OM through commercialism
Onto the other side of creation, recreate world
Holy shit cities! diamonds bloody terrible! Terrible!
Endless void of the soul lost in time! lost in America!
Lost in transition! Lost in the consciousness
Of every man of every woman of planetary evolution!
Lost in the thick of it all! Lost only holy! found only holy!
Path to get there only holy! Profound Rhythms breath mind
Lattice holy! immortal I am in my mortal death holy!
At last,
Holy!
No more…
December 2 – 7, 2007
Brick, NJ
First snow taunts from window to
Crystal laid sill– hail, rain,
And football. Mad genuis’
Of the past,
Dylan’s all that we’ve
Got left.
Sad voice crackles in background,
Head hurt all day, pounding,
Pondering how to get kids
To read again–
There’s martial law in the mind of the globe
and no one cares
no freedom in china
america - states slave cage
iraq,
afghanistan, secret prisons
"indefinite dentention"
isreal invade palestine
genocide,
and genocide
and genocide
No one, see’s–
No one cares–
No more mushrooms in Amsterdam
No more discourse in public
10 minutes of protest police
Surround, “I.D.’s NOW!”
No more warrant in Texas
No more coverage San Francisco Bay,
Desolation offers once vibrant
Radiant thoughts, naked now
Slicked with oil–
Its been a very bad year for black
People in the news, 2007 almost no more–
No more Sean Taylor– Dead– Murdered–
No more Sean Bell– Dead–
Murdered– Pigs– Jena 6– Yes,
Nooses still swing from southern trees–
Death– Sadness– Disgrace–
No more,
No more quarterback fast passed
Michael Vick– Incarcerated– early,
Man, they really took a bite
Out of crime,
Barry broke Hank’s record,
And the law, lied to congress
but, so did the president,
and so did every president
Before that…
Brief blurb just in,
O.J. Simpson arrested again
Robbery armed– juked juice–
Have ya heard?
Have ya heard?
Have ya heard the news?
Rutgers has got nappy
Headed hos’ that can shoot,
Godfather, silent, gone
Year mark, tears dried, king popped
into exile, still grieving, robberies, banks
Hiked, gang, economic, drug
Factors enslaved, 9 to 5, rehab, cycle
Into jails, yes,
Watch America as she undresses
And fucks her criminals raw,
Machine like thrusts.
Empire cities erode fabrication
Human cancerous growth
Cluster carved into the epidermis
Of the earth– Imagine,
Quarantine decompose mycological
Revolution, earth cleanse fungal
Infest Capitalisms Spectacular Cities–
“Live elevated so you can look
Down upon your society,
Its good for the soul…”
“YYEAH PHILL!”
Performances fill dead heads and how do we
Share our selves that well? Indigo casting spell–
Lap top Christmas light spectacular entrancing
Broken glass in back yards,
Run across the country,
Metropolis, tri state, rush, honk–
“LEARN HOW TO DRIVE GRANDMA!”
Give finger to dying women fighting wrinkled skin,
rage against the roads, drive with chain under your seat,
Beat drunk pulp, count money as to gain
Respect, dollar sign black days fry nothing
Spent, ignored, as always by the Fox bourgeois
News corporation–
Make your own review, spread
Knowledge as entertainment,
Spread war across the globe
Like maple butter,
“NUKE THE BASTARDS!”
Saddam is dead,
Arafat,
No more, –
No more marches
No more voters
No more protests
Hope left a long long time ago–
2 Clintons
2 Bush’s
2 elections on par with that in Venezuela,
Chavez once humanitarian ambassador cancelled
Elections, only to loose dictatorship,
2012,
Maya empire kings spread south, north–
If we’re not careful Barak Obama will be that last
President that America will ever see–
“It’s going to come down to and armed revolt,”
–sighs a veteran covered in black Irish boy golf cap,
Patriot, gas pumps,
“Price too high,
Fucking scumbags in Washington!”
–he says with a smile
And deep piercing eyes
Kids–
My age–
Dying in Iraq–
Afghanistan forgotten–
No pictures–
No coffins–
No dead–
No problem, –
Dollar fall, “ Ah, this country
Is going to shit!”
Angels, angelic the women who
Fix their men, mend their heads–
Hearts, hopes, egos, dissolve, alone.
Strangers sit stoned and joke
For hours
Both unknown struggle same
Feel insane, death follows
Junk crusts piled up and fall out of
Cars that never make it past the
Monotony of this routine.
We roll our eyes at the thought of growing,
(old?)
Expanding… ? …
II.
Black heavy clouds give way to
Small crescent moon–
Bright and eloquent,
Gods thumb nail
Hanging in the sky–
Wake up 4:00am startled,
With tears in my eyes
Am I in–sane?
Or just–sane?
Bombs, still explode
In Baghdad–
Old friends now clutch
M–16’s in desserts
Unknown,
Scared
Distant
–There is no Christmas in war
No love in war
No pussy
In war
–these facts haunt me
Death plagues planet, slow
Morbid torture, –
How do we sleep?
How do we go about our days,
The same?
Boney bare bark reaches out to
The heavens like the outstretched arms
Of Jesus freaks screaming hallelujah!
Branches dead fall–
Winter encroaches,
There is no life here…
Every death is a new beginning
Smile, cracks laugh
Yes, seasons change leaves die,
Past equinox spent on pier
Overlooking New York monster City
From Hudson Bay, harbor freight–
Buildings twinkling with stars sputter
Like omniscient fire flies as sun rises
East to west–
Venus floats slowly out of
View, bold, beautiful, and
Alone.
Cold now snow fell, falls
Hearts opened and blossomed
Only to die again–
How many lost this time of year?
Countless–
Nostalgia brings back
Thoughts only now
Once friends awkward
Thinking of you
Un–materialized souls, now lifeless
Bodies in boxes below the ground.
Seven years, we’re all still here
Suburbia, Shane dust bones
In dirt covered coffin–
Neck broken, footprints on wall
My grandmother in Florida broken ribs
Passenger burns bags of air with the news–
Dion crashed weed car inevitably
Leaving us to sing rock operas in the sky–
Broken glass and no more harmony, Sublime
No more long tired walks down Mantoloking
Bow tie and puffy eyes,
That don’t have to cry any more,
No more Linus Rhyme
Mother cancer spread grief
Stricken funeral in bed,
No more bug infested hotel rooms
Move one door down–
No more studio
No more chicks to catch your spit
No more cigarette bum missions
No more blue lips, –
No more air in your lungs,
No more junk
No more mom lying in bed
Only fights, hospital visits
And coke, –
“Don’t Shoot,
Please don’t shoot!”
Plead strung out babies crying, drunken
Lovers, scattered throughout this
Garden State,
Growing habits out of its back
And stabbing westward
Further and further into
It’s own uncut forests,
Christ hangs from 90 dollar pine trees,
No more Christ
In Christmas
No more mayor
In Brick Town
No more hope for the suburbs
No more hope anywhere for anything
No more hope for the future
No more questions
No more teeth
No more sunglasses
No more cloths lost
Backward shelter Tennessee
Illuminated by fire agate mass,
No more Presents
No more sick Days
No more kid days
No more–
No more cigarettes
And I still can’t breathe
No more Mr. Mailer
No more cheese
No more passionate drunken nights
With high school girls
No more blatant adultery
Binge sexcapade erase pain
No more
No more bill of rights
No more dollar all powerful madman
No more rest
No more fun
No more peace
No more peace
No–
The bombs did not
Stop falling today
Humanity did not
Except its place.
III.
No more–
No more earth suicide note left by universe
Prophecy round globe boards dive into
Right winged blessing, pressed against
The falling backdrop of the cosmos, while
The rest of creation weeps for the loss of presence,
Presenting itself now as an afterthought,
No more–
No more work, always work that of mad crazy poet–
Lusting after everything at once endless experience
Unable to balance constant mirage except, language
Explicit the fact,
We know no boundaries–
Only the fallacies of life.
Money means less than one pure thought! –
Neurological interfaces connect every
Poem ever written!
Every moment in your life
Has lead you to this one! –
Enchanted,
No more,
No more poetry only silence
For abominable ambassador,
“Freedom don’t make French fries!”
– he would say.
No more roads open kitchen tables
In ozone, Americas dream is a
Cold spontaneous bottle of Jack–
No more poetry in Patterson, East Village
Analogies compare generations of men,
Exploding the grip of bureaucratic tradition
Rebellion, out with the old, and in with the new
Also, alas rested,
Tired no more,
In Elizabeth–
Gone ten years now–
Four fingered hand prints, all that’s left–
Longer and longer, gets sadder and
Sadder the songs filling our voids, –
Shot gun junk strains, escape bin robbed found
Loony amongst your plants, head gone
Brain soup all over floor and, “stoned note” – AP
No more spirit of youthful pit arm,
The pain of lost innocence–
Lost consciousness
World un welcoming
Un loving,
Momma Gaia accepting
Arms open,
No more,
No more underage drinking
No more gas prophesized under
halogen light bulbs save earth
for eternity, seven generations away
in the streets of pink New Jersey Pseudo
American dawn–
Fairies forgotten, left to roast
over the fire place of linier time
Take off your boots,
Don’t think about the war,
Chill your bones by the charade of flames–
“I swear I’ll take it all away,
Just focus on the liquidity of the situation” –
Destiny’s law lessons learned with air
Alone wind burned lost love and soul
Hunger for life, spontaneous flow blows fantastic
Oh no!
Back to the routine,
Holliday masquerade
The act of gifts giving fake vibes
To wholesome intent,
I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU,
I LOVE YOU ALL –
We never say this unless we have to
Celebrate every second
Holy as the first!
Holy as the last!
Holy as ever!
No More
Un holy no more
Normalcy no more
Darkness only holy! holy! holy! holy!
Break light shatter shadows of monotony
With creative influence, yes
Every moment has lead to this one
And this second, minute, breath,
Is holy! –
Holy! second’s every up for grabs,
And down for change
Holy! now magic surrounds awareness
A goddess every woman that makes
You smile, makes your soul remember
What it means to be alive,
Desire,
O sweet sensual desire,
Holy moment
Every moment
Even the worst moments
Even the death moments
Are there holier moments
Than the one before?
Life beautiful complete bliss,
Stimulate exotic
Feelings to ward off the ancient
Enemy of laziness!
Not meant more of job
Than vacation,
Though–
Sacred, love holy sacredness!
Holy! Holy sacredness!
In moments, momentous-
Holy! Is the tube of my soul lying
Under urethras pull,
As I look down I realize
That you are Holy! your hair, holy!
a frizzy mess move, up– down– holy!
around– Up– down– around– around…
Walls of skin penetrating entire beings
Melting together– everything in
The universe, and you, and me–
Unseen , - dreams bending underneath…
Holy! Are the candles burning orchestras weeping for
Humanity, as we contort the world
with moans, howls, and cravings…
We speak art maniacs, dancing through skeleton
Windows– isolation breathing breaths lips swollen
Against gains of epiderm and this moment
Is Holy! Holy! Holy!
Realize your alive and every second is Holy!
Love insides with lucidity
And cry for understanding
Life – Holy!
Make holy love, holy! caress the wind of
Your psychotic fate, holy!
Mystery unleashes awareness
together making sweet this dark
Stormy planet aligning moon sun
Signs with light –
Chemical organic materializing
Third dimension emotional
Outbreak uncontrolled incomplete
Passionate tastes licking salty wounds –
I’d
Do
Anything –
For you, to see yourself
As I do now. Holy!
No more
No more wedding
No more baggage
No more ring
No overly romanticized trips across country
No, perfect pictures don’t paint themselves
No more awkwardness
No more work, I’m done
For the day–
No more pain in lower spine,
No more poem I have not
Much to say, –
Holy moment of free thought caught on
This page, no more
Stupid society to drive me insane
No more, words holy! keys holy! type
To generations unseen yet lost,
Still holy!
Be lost no more.
Only holy!
Be lost no more.
Only holy!
Be lost no more.
Only holy! holy! holy!
Most holy in your search for the truth
Yes truth takes work, not free to be seen
Only understood through holiness! the press
Is no more! the breath is no more! the debt is
No more curable! OM through commercialism
Onto the other side of creation, recreate world
Holy shit cities! diamonds bloody terrible! Terrible!
Endless void of the soul lost in time! lost in America!
Lost in transition! Lost in the consciousness
Of every man of every woman of planetary evolution!
Lost in the thick of it all! Lost only holy! found only holy!
Path to get there only holy! Profound Rhythms breath mind
Lattice holy! immortal I am in my mortal death holy!
At last,
Holy!
No more…
December 2 – 7, 2007
Brick, NJ
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