electric evangelist

electric evangelist
sending paper airplanes on sparks and wires

you’re on the

same side of a different coin

a flip that gravity claims

you call heads

as it thuds

in the mud

slung

fat jackal

irrational practical

you should try to have the unshakable faith

of a paranoid hypochondriac

and the tongue of Jack Kerouac

you fidget with the truth

if you ever knew it

yeah,

you blew it

 

your charisma ecstatic static

burns down chapels

makes man wanna eat

the apple

your plague of fumes

they fucking arc

art paints your christ

with a trademark

but you send the charge

that flashes blind

the corroding terminals

of all mankind

lied

and what a shock

nobody waits

nobody rises

no body waves like the starr’ed flag in the sky

we commune

in grounded gavels

electric evangelist

please arise.

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Chew it Slow

We’ve all got a lot on our plate

Typical American gluttony

Swallowing time like cheeseburgers

Every serving, a heap too big

To go right back and fill it up again

Shovel it in.

Go here, do that, volunteer, cheer, soccer, career

We can’t afford to sip the drive-thru latte slow

GO!

“Serve us seconds of wind so we can go again, again again.”

It’s the 5k we’ll never win,

(someone forgot to tell us there is no end)

Viagra, super-size me peckers,

4 hour erectors,

it ain’t no good ‘less it’s a marathon

Unwanted commitments are stacked buffet high,

and washed down with half-assed accolades.

We’ve all bitten off more than we can chew,

and we will choke on the ambition.

Me? I want to relish each taste of each minute

slowly quenching my soul;

every morsel of every millisecond dissolving on my tongue.

I want to feel the wind blow through my hair

and pause long enough to ponder what it means.

If you can’t taste it, you’ll never be satisfied

If you can’t pace it, you’ll never savor life

If you run the rat race,

at the end, you will find

somebody moved your cheese.

Geriatress

my grizzly bones
bound in this thick pulp
lumbering, laboring through this mill
grinding, shaving down
paper thin
remold, reshape me
into something useful
I am no sequoia
reconstituted
but a disposable particle, bored
reincarnated, someday

to something useful
my timber gone
a missing tooth in groves, green
my grizzly bones
bound in this pulp
bound in bark
withered
disintegrating
pecked
my canopy, sun-baked
dry
leafless

and ready for the first cut

The Present

There’s no time like the present
the present is a gift
it’s the gift that keeps on giving
the gift is living
open it up
play with it
until it bores you
’cause tomorrow there’s more for you
keep breathing and there’s more in store for you

He Loves Me Knot

All I have left is love and shoe strings

Shoe strings make for a great noose

Well Kept

I will keep my mouth closed
so that when I finally open it to speak
my breath will be warm
and not cold and bitter

I will keep my mind open
so that when I finally share it
it will be free
and not merely bound by my own perception

I will keep my heart open
so that when it finally feels
it will have braved the worst
and be ready to discern real love

I will keep my legs closed
so that when I finally fuck
my depths will be clean
and unchapped

I will keep my hand open
so that it may give freely
and take without asking
and slap when I am solicited by the one
whose legs and mouth are open
and heart and mind are closed.
Warm words do not work for those.

Your Muffled Mistress

I’m a bright bulb wrapped in a wet blanket

a cherry in the pickle jar

a rainbow in the smog

       

I’m a map in a snowdrift

a whisper at the club

pearls on a hog

    

and should you want this heart of mine

all pickled in lime tinted brine

just prick me with the rusty tine

and slice into the core

         

I’m a watch that won’t give you time

a punch with a hook, but not a line

a suicidal valentine

a church dress on a whore