Fuck, beer me you devil

Books try
to tell the story
about what happens
here on earth
but none come close
to the actual chaos
they can
never exactly draw
the everything shift
and we read
to escape it
trade you this
for that.



3/6/04
tackle me away

tough
into the dirt
we go sailing
someone’s gonna get hurt.
oh shit
let’s admit
that everyone is gonna get hurt
and in between
the bewilderment
and beside
the gunny sack of guilt
will be our magic trick
turning the key in the lock

4/2/04
brittle frozen finger bites

hanging so close to the tiny pieces of gravel
laying still as mimes
on the scummy rug
your feet kick in their sleep
just like they kick at the table
i could have blood
dripping from my mouth
pouring from my eyes
and you’d still kick my legs
and i’d still look the same.

you gotta keep your eyes on the grapple locks

tangle doubt with open space
the trigger bouts of juniper
climb morning glories
with warm melting wings
keep out your turning masses
but wave in the free.