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I

We all cover our sins with the spit of our fathers.
The hard wood floors, rolling down in empty innocence
Filling these hearts with the admiration of youth
We all scream and sing and move and love and dance and sleep and circle the earth…
In one nightmare
In one’s dreams
Our selfish angels spinning in white heartache light
Down towards the kicking concrete
Towards the inner sanctum streets breathless in heavy heartbeat heat
Where fires built on desire flicker in the animal night
When our disguises melt into the flames and dissolve with the endless eyes
They watch just long enough

A mothers soul follows skeleton desire
Lost now in the hard rain and cold need
Who watch the world disappear with one drop, in the red glow
Who wait for their turn to close paint stain eyes
Looking for a heart to explore, a conversation with teeth, or a smile to believe in
The soft lips of a hospital dress
Warm but with the everlasting white
The long faces of time dripping down with sweet morphine sleep
To adrenaline jumps of the long flat machine hum
The line that goes on for miles

We watch Egyptian night queens with boyish figures
Scream glory!
Glory within us! As they hang in moments
Twisting spitting moments tongue tied from weak ceilings
Blushing, their cement faces horrible death shadows
Clawing with bleeding fingers up! Up towards the undressed sun
Towards grandfather warmth, boundless in love
Away from the moving shadows…
Not his shadow
From drowned sewer rats all gasping in agony
Oh pity
Oh nightmares and sunken eyes and rows of whispering graves
The kind of watching that makes hair stand straight
The kind of waiting that makes your brain a chemical concoction of fear, of paranoia
The sick stench of too late patients
We’re all dying, we’re all waiting
We watch handsome girls borrow time down back alley promises
Their underwear ripped, their pages of the bible read backwards then burnt
Grey cigarette lips kiss metal
Like hidden auditions in picture frames and movie fragments
Invisible cameras point like weapons
Cyanide ghosts- souls already forgotten
On the waves of static radio seas
Through the walls we listen to the bombs and swallowed breath
On the radio dark voices play pretty
Voices that jump like tin soldiers dancing along our smoke yellow walls
Tired voices (no one will ever know)
Sorry voices (our secret skin)
Infant trembling voices (inside desires)
Playing like wolves in Indian visions

I watched beautiful minds reduced to sick junk lucid dreams
Broken down to a million magnificent pieces of sweat screams and regret
Limp inside mother arms crippled birds caught inside shark tanks of human waste
For the great spoon god
The great heated bubble god
Glory god pin prick god head rush god eyeball god warm skin god
Calm hands cool waves
Watching them disappear with suicide jumps to sapphire blue
Listening to the wind for last chance hope

Curiosity chokes in motorcycle fog
Kicking up dust and brown fallen leaves
The old trees spinning and growing in monster brown, fire apple red
Just to die in grandmother slow… roots and bones all breaking the same
Our shirts and flannels spreading wings like great vultures over the dead earth
Hair boy black hands gentle grip
For the new world
The no sleep sun set moon dance fast world
For the color world
Brand new in panic
In a thousand mile blink we hide in the fast trains
Glowing angry souls of clowns in the deep tunnels stained with paint and fools truth
We watch the world from wide eyes
From ugly maps drawn on skin wandering wandering wandering
For loud talk of far away desert sand and quicksand laughter, sinking into ourselves and out of our minds
Sudden movements of pure body ecstasy
Leaving us in lightning shock and peyote scribbles
Just words in no order
Dreams of snake tongues and lizard kings
Compass luck

II

Ancient green autumn follows me breathing dragon down my face and chest
I follow her worried songs along calm water and sleep-
Subconscious spider legs crawl up walls, shake you awake in yellow hotels
Fools falling in love with an idea, a promise
Hearts made of stars and blood
Until we fall in love again and again and again
Filling our dry mouths with cotton ball steam clouds
Walking as giants on ocean miles that last just forever
Bare feet and green eyes we swallow what’s left
And shoot our ashes out to sea in turpentine drip

Tonight we dance on dead men's souls
Tonight we find ourselves for who we really are
Falling down the antique wood staircase
Dusty walls with giraffe locked stare
Being kicked out to 3 o’clock in the morning confusion of love
Love, and whatever it was meant to be
Followed by naked footsteps pounding, to be brought back inside
Inside the slammed doors, waking hungry neighbors and dreaming children
Following our hands
Tonight we breath heavy, bite lips, scream like animals and fall to the floor

Sunflower poppies spilling our guts in backyard stoops to ashcan dusk
Drunk on angry women and body heat
We follow these things for connections to ourselves
We follow these things for right or wrong direction
We spill out taxi cabs that crawl all over town like rats through a maze to find the pieces left behind
We drink gasoline in third floor rents to be ignited by the great jukebox jazz
Sleeping on rooftops writing pages and plays of Aztec kings, alien abductions
Interrupted too soon by machine morning
His ugly heads coughing up asphalt dust warning his busy brain of day
We hide again in our pens and charcoal
Breaking our mirrors and boarding up windows
We hallucinate numbers in the no heat cave
Watch winter children read their breath while we wrap numb noses in elephant blankets
Kissing you I feel your birth
In this kingdom you’ve built, these children are us

Out to fire we escape
Down broken wires to the mad streets of Chicago
With our spider webs
With our shorts and shoes
With our unshaven cigarette journals
With our insect eyes
With our ruined tongues caught on false prophets and artificial visions…
Once more we flee, leaving behind only our words

Further down:
Beautiful souls get lost in the wind
Bright future eyes, simple love creature eyes
Backseat seconds and music that fills your soul and constellation veins
Dirty children watch with the eyes of lost kings and unfound queens
Play life in the muddy streets with severed chicken heads screeching like birds
Running through burnt grass to hide inside ancient burial grounds built by their sleeping fathers
These spirits that haunt here, they stick around for protection
Holding on to their hearts and homes
Here, in the sweat cities
The sick medicine men dance with shapes and shadows
On sheets of glass
Pounding, pounding
To voodoo drums waking up buried demons from the dirt
Faces of nightmares and old black death
To make mornings disappear with the wind
Scattered ashes across the drowning desert, mistaking the sky for sand
Cracked hands ancient hold
Insect kiss stings our lungs, turning thoughts to daughter grins dripping blood and bones
Inside these forever eyes, we are born into the constant beat of the serpents heart
Terrible death waves breaking space and drinking time
Our bodies follow lightning

III

Unreadable letters sent then sent again, from the moon down to translucent stars
Scribbled shapes and words that meant everything
Old car stereos smashed in the greatest explosion of sound any of us has ever heard
While the old wheels keep turning
In the slush and snow and rain and wind and inch thick mud
Slapping our faces with the last desperate miles
The last wretched miles, twisting faces of need and sleep
We collapse to the hard wood and ashtray sleep

You find yourself a bird, among birds
You find yourself catching your breath inside speeding cars
You find yourself broken again, with the words that make you choke
You find yourself in that awful orange, not human
You find yourself sinking, holding on to the oldest blue
You find yourself kicking it in the slow junk agony
You find yourself sleeping on that stone bench that is now HIM
You find yourself in ink

With these wounds we design, we find truth that hides deeper than the mind
With the seasons we all change and break and run
Until the sun is the moon
Until the night is the day is the love that will find us all
With these faces and dreams, we start again into the animal night