eight minutes

I hurt eight minutes of my life

better die with good memories
than perfect dreams

eight scars
I must heal now with bandage of eternity

living body

its sudden confession
that has attached my face to every pain

under this Sun

made veins
vomit patient blood and provoked

all liers of skies into

purple darkness above

I surrendered

more than I ever had on any Earth
given or taken

Waited
for a taste of air in my mouth

I

I can’t believe that people think that

I can’t belive that people think

I can’t belive that people

I can’t belive that

I can’t belive

I can’t

I
(crickets)

12

just because there is no path

doesn’t mean you can’t follow me

12

12

in all directions

by finding ways you’ve always cheated yourself

out of Everything at Once

invented passage of time

Invented self

it’s purpose

died contained within design

how bizarre

I could never belive

my mind being more desperate

than its lack

love list

tires
ear plugs
micro jump
shower credit from truckers
gun
meth heads
apps
motels and stuff
bell
helmet
white
quit
no
fuck it
leave at first light
daily
book by 2
get off by 5
sleep in bad
fuel cell
repair kit
flyracing .com
(special op jacket, comes in black, mesh)
next day
no GPS
disable tracking
some cash
mesas
monument valley
rest
Monday by noon
furniture polish
micro fiber
her picture
see
you found it
dumb ass

beauty pageant

vacancy
all signs of it
written over my face I hanged
as a window into my vacant head
with its unexpected turns
I confess
fate got me tired
and I need to rent it to the best essence
someone else can find for me
to fill in the gaps between day and night
close and far
equilibrium and the cluster fuck
I was made of for this monkey beauty pageant
I out-did with patience

In and out

I got my life to go
let me check
yes
but it is fucking annoying as Hell the way they serve it here
dirty and slow

come on
God
don’t look at me as if I had time to wait for eternity
I don’t
in and out

chop chop shift leaders
Gurdian Angels
Mexican Saints
Pain Dealers and Operators

look
I am in the fast line
love on the side
gardiniera
daily bread
honey mustard
regular
po’boy death
dipped in sex and gravy

I want it fresh today
not tomorrow
not yesterday
and I want it now more than ever
you know what I am saying?
before the wait
makes it old
stink
and hard to swallow

 

mercy

Would you live in a pot
if you were a plant
and thanked Gardener each and every day
for his care and love?
Or would you rather burn your flowers to ashes
during  heat wave
in the middle of beautiful summer
and thanked the Sun
for mercy?

alpha dog on a chain

with legs beaten off while taking fight to the next heaven
I think I am done
will prostitute myself
become dog in a shed
it is gonna get easier
golden chain
or TV set to make me bark all day at a tree
or me in a mirror
crazed with a dream of jerky treat
my kosher virgin
next door
naked
and still
fear of flees
can’t hold me back

z odgryzionymi nogami
po ostatniej walce w niebie
skończyłem karierę
oddam się na kulawego psa do budy
będzie łatwiej
złoty łańcuch albo telewizor i będę szczekał na drzewo
albo siebie w lustrze
opętany marzeniem kiełbasy
koszernej dziewicy
w budzie obok
nagiej
nawet pchły
nie mogą mnie powstrzymać

living side of darkness

do you see the Black Star
or do you see the Shining Sun
which frequency
awakens you to act?
Symbols
silenced
still
explain themselves
on time
you brought upon yourself
by means of light
on living side of darkness

money and priceless don’t mix

Do you make money or does money

make you?
Whose money was it

that made you so far?
How much money did it take

to make you

who you think you are?

What really is it

money made you into?
Are you now

worth anything in money
per day
per hour
or are you miraculously
priceless?