Friday, March 16, 2007


I can't sleep,
less my youth and beauty recede while I sleep.
I may live the longest in the eons of unintelligible existence,
consciousness without beginning or end,
hazy reality,
and I'm amazed I don't nod out with a half cacked pipe in my hand.

But at least while I'm awake I am safe from my nightmares; monsters. The Manticore with
the head of a jetplane,
the body of a backhoe,
the legs of a train and
the heart of an atom bomb.

His green Uranium breath burns off all my hair.
I wake up groping my head.

Thursday, March 1, 2007

Cast Ominous Shadows

After the long day, as the sun sets over the far bayside industrial park, skyscrapers
Cast ominous shadows
Upon the near houses, as night arrives, ending scrutiny.

Night alight on a tumult. Let the towers cower as the streets are reclaimed by those who now
Cast ominous shadows
That measure thirty-feet long in the low, dim, twilight lamp.

And every countryman,
From all the matchbox houses,
From every tenement,
And compartment,
They all came tonight.

And the street was complete with charred bureaucrats and
The blood of swine.

And the sunlight, on red morning, glistening crimson freedom. As those standing, self-liberated
Cast ominous shadows
Gazing at eachother; remembering what this new day had cost.