If you live your dream, what do you dream about?
Windows in your room?
Summer with nights only?
Skies you can watch from the dark side of some lonely
Flat Planet
where people are kept within limits of fake time,
gravity,
space,
other constructs of dead science
and cloned
with their own organs attached to them
for ease and meaningless sins of skin and sick desires?
Deep
Fucken deep
If you don’t speak your mind
whose mind do you speak?
general
programmable mind
designed for average sheep
by mind specialists?
Or mindless mind of instinct lovers
to fuck or to eat
or maybe both and in that order
is your only answer to every
daily
known and unknown problem in life you encounter.
Epidemic of questions…
who needs it?
at 3 am
at night
alone
where I was born to this world
of herders and herds
and hidden Gods of fences
just
sweet
and perfect.
remember
don’t ask me questions
I am a stone
a rolling stone
I wait for no one
when in fall
I like how this new Day One
has stayed at a consistent distance from me
miles of people behind
afraid
that I would burn them on the highway and eat
their livers and hearts
children and dogs
to finally
get away from them all
and it will be blamed as well
this new Day One
behind
in the rain and alone
by All-Seeing Eye so far blind on me
and on all of my deeds
dawn
still in labor
just another of those lost cases of light
un-resurrected Sunday
from late yesterdays and stillborn tomorrows
I give it life with brains I keep in an orange helmet for non-critical safety
on top of my critical neck
carbon-clad full face can of filth and sorrows
fears
I wouldn’t mind finally breaking into splinters of sudden coincidence
fate
and word of mouth
accidental roadkill crawling all over the asphalt
living organ donor
gasping for useless air
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 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)
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
step by step
died contained within the design
baby face
on fear
how bizarre
I could never believe
my mind being more desperate
than its absence
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
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
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?
