26.03.15

trained to defend

Empire and Queen

Before I could shave

the best and brightest

Widower

At 16

Jilted by death my favourite lover ,

At 22

The Bus
A young man walk’s up to me, and I notice bad ink, all over his face. Oh an encounter with some disenfranchised excon; now I can die.
He point’s at the tear drops “Do you know what this mean’s?” He say’s proudly.
“One of us got caught, now step back before I smoke you like Marlboro.” He looks confused, and walk’s away. I’m still a radge.

20,03 .15

Need an Uzi to cut this shite

And

It's 

Low

Low

I Want  to just 

Be 

Done

It's

Low

Low

I want to go underground

I

Want 

to 

see 

poppies bloom

I

Want to 

To 

Come

Home to you 

But it's

Low

Low

Come 

Home

To 

You

Still it's

Low

Low

Temper, Temper
You were by my side when I was cautionary tale. I went from zero to a hundred my fist colliding with someone, a roundhouse kick. It almost went with the music.  I had evolved from guitar player to urban legend.  In the concrete bunkers we lived in every night who I was and how I earned the benjy’s in my bloody, bloody left hand were common knowledge. It was still all about the music, but the Saturday thing had crept into Wednesday, then I decided to go dark. I guess then, I only acted like monster, and not so much looked like one. The graffiti, after they took me down, by that Rasta god I called friend at the dive we began so many nights at. Me lying on the ground weapon in hand bleeding, dying. Caption “T’was beauty killed the beast!” in the background a tall woman walking away.
The women, oh the women you witnessed them all, actually liked one or two. A favourite moment when you walked over the model/actress to meet the one I was chatting up. I look at you, and say. et tu Brute, “ both  women looked so blank. You manically laughing, because you knew they were from rival agencies the equivalent of Montague’s and Capulet’s in those circles.

Do you remember, pushing me in a wheelchair, when that girl started crying, calling my name?” I didn’t even have to ask, we just left. You were there, and I remain forever in your debt.
After
You of all people should know, that some of that shite they were talking in E 10th Ave was true. In all the time you’ve known me I have never been more “civil.” Yes, I get angry, but I haven’t medicated away the parts of me, which might tend to disturb others, nor do I have any intention to do so.
If I don’t fit into your life in the V.2 I apologise and understand, and I’ll be sad for a while, but this is whom I am for better, or worst. It’s better that you remember me that way I am, than I put on an act when I am around you. I love you too much for, that.

21.03.15

He’s always

At work

She comes 

Smiling 

And easy

When he is gone

I wouldn’t confess to the dark one

She comes, and she comes

I accept her 

With a light touch

No need to speak

Just

An embrace, 

That tells all

And 

I don’t fear him

And I don’t hate him

I get being alone

And she comes

And

She comes

And she comes

I get being alone

Tour guide

 I have 0% of getting into heaven, and I am not worried. I can hear the greetings shouted out as I enter hell. Satan and Beelzebub appear, I yawn and ask for the lake of fire to light my gauloises. Upside I can smoke again
Satan looked confused asks for my file. He starts reading taps Beelzebub they walk off, and talk Satan come’s back, and say’s “I have looked over your history, and there’s nothing here you haven’t seen, you qualify for our tour guide package. “
I answer “Brilliant, where do you keep the fallen Angel’s? There a lounge that, looks cool.
The women are amazing. I just have to avoid some my exes.  Tour guide show people Hitler, Stalin, Nixon, W and Cheney
The bans are cool, we all knew we were headed here; just didn’t care.
I feel at home already. I recognise a lot of people. I hear my name shouted every so often. The fallen angels are serious party girls.  My exes are still arguing who’s set   in Mademoiselle was better. Who had more covers. This isn’t at all much different from my last life.  I am going to see a show tonight, with a fallen angel tonight;I fit in just fine.

 Punk’s Storming   Heaven

Sweet one, friend, lover, and comrade in arms.’ Just walk away from posers’, sycophants, and self-important, self-righteous old fucks. They are not worthy of your attentions. 

You haver lived the life, and continue to live, dream, and be it. You recognise the sacred music. You both, create it and savour it. You and both have experienced the stigmata and screamed in ecstasy as it appeared on our arms and in our souls.

One day we will storm heavens gates armed with sacred switchblades, clothed in blessed black leather. Punks’ mobs, looking like a cross between the nomads of the “Mad Max,” and “Sid and Nancy.” Refusing to pay cover and demanding, drink tickets. Walking back stage, and chopping heavenly lines. Shooting heaven straight into our necks. 

Don’t be angry, but instead pity them, as they have not your grace, beauty, and talent.

Rumours

It was a time of rumours

No one

Absolutely was 

Sure what lay? 

Beyond 

The 

Known 

World

Bounded

By Washington square

St Mark’s common

Needle Park

And the bowery

Beyond there was 

Wasteland 

A post apocalyptic 

Nightmare 

Even worst than the one we inhabited

                                                              Baptism
Not so much club, as a concrete box where band’s play. Working the door black leather and a switchblade. Covers are not negotiable, nor are the rules.
The band is loud and not a favourite, with the heat. Cops   are everywhere in the car park, which largely composed of gravel and broken glass. Walking through the club to intimidate.
One of the cop’s say’s there’s a red corvette with the top off in the parking lot.
“I know” I answer.
“No one’s bothering it “ The cop continue ‘s.
“I know” I answer
“Why is that?” the cop asks.
“I don’t know” I answer with a smile. It’s my car if you bother it, I will make sure you have a trip to the ER. I ‘m watching the door taking cover agreeing on head count with the promoter getting drinks from bartender; bored.
She walk’s through the door, long black hair stilettos fishnets, and breath taking short skirt.
She asks, “what’s cover?
I don’t answer I throw her against the wall switchblade open, and kiss her. She kisses back and presses against me.
I come up for air, and say “no cover, you’re  one of  us now ; punk!

16.03.15

the way you 

move

those legs

so long

so strong

that

dirty, dirty

blonde hair

just

come over

Viola!

A brand

New

friend

15.03.15

I get it

Scary things

Are better

At a distance

It’s cool

That

You’re

Not

Out

In bridge and tunnel land

You’re probably edgy

Next 

Next time you’re in the city 

Day tripping

Let’s not do it

again

HEB Montrose has the most entertainment of all area grocery stores. Last week a little possibly 5ft, tells “me tall –person reach, that for me, no filters-kind of brilliant.
Today a blonde walks by carrying 2 6 packs under each arm. I offer a hand.  “ A woman after me heart, need a hand?”
Thanks’, but I am just headed to express check-out I am good” She answers.
“Marry me?” I counter.
“You would leave me when the beer ran out” She answers.
I say “In my case that’s probably a good thing, when you’re talking about me.”
 She walks over gives me a kiss on the cheek, and goes to checkout

I am guessing that if you don’t get  by absurdist I mean  Ubu Roi Jarry, Caligula, Saprano Eugène Ionesco,  Waiting for Godot Samuel Beckett.  Instead you think I ‘m casting aspirations on your self created drama’s, then you’re never going to get me.  She is younger, but she is not dumber, because you know a lot about one thing in no way mean’s that you’re as smart as you think.

12.03.15

Love is short 

Memory long

I loved you then 

I love you now

I’m still

Jealous

She was 

Our lover

But 

She chose 

You

Death,  she caressed a, kissed, and held me

But she chose you

11.03.15

The first time 

Was china white

So good 

So bad

Spontaneous combustion

The heretics of love

Always frantic

Never quiet

People stare

But

Then 

You can’t 

Look away 

From 

The beauty and the beast

10.03.15

From the cathedral 

Of

Rare earths’ 

and

Sand my friend

Calls 

me in the underground

Promises 

That above the sun still shines

my friend rings off

puts on 

a zucchetto

and 

leads the ritual of 

zeros and ones

08.03.15

You were impossibly

Young

I was incredibly

Old


You were so naïve, and innocent 


I was faded and jaded


We walked together with my pack


You’re not 
So young, nor illegal any more


I am suddenly not 
Ancient


So we meet again 
Walking and talking
Again


Everything’s changed 
Nothings changed


As I wave goodbye

07.03.15

Heaven’s always a little closer 

at an art show

drink in hand friends  in arm

drinking it all

in 

heaven closer

and  all

things’

possible

05.03.15

I know the ring tone

It’s 

My friend calling

From the

Shrine

Of 

One’s and Zero’s 

I have 

Seen the future

And it’s 

murder

04.03.15

I’ll love until the end of time

Love can you see me too?

Kiss before you go

I just wanted to know

A day of summer in winter

Tomorrow winter returns

I am better in the dark anyway

In my urban armour of black leather

Looking for a fix

You like the danger

mon coquina

fille 

Te’adore mon cœur noir

03.03.15
Home is
cluster phobic
Lets go to your Place
Home is
always screaming
go to your place
Home is
Sticking in my throat
Let's go your place
Home is
Standing on Me tits
Let's
Go to your place
Home is
Angrily accusing
Let's
Go to your place
Home is
Quietly loathing me
Let's go to your place
Love

Memory must learn 

What the heart always knew

One can never forget

Those

Who remain

Forever 

Ghost

01.03.15

I miss the ritual 

The snow monkeys

Resume’s that were sketches, chord’s

And scars

Now 

We both have too many 

Initial’s 

Behind our names

The known was bounded by Tompkins Park, St Mark’s commons

You took me to rotaway beach 

Pointed at the lights and said that’s where you’re 

From

Across the ocean 

I just kissed 

Sick days and all the rest

Just noise 

Your kiss always told me everything