capable of bleeding

when i draw it comes out in lines and circles

dug in like sutra and smelling of zinc

   poses touching    too close for corners

making it hard to counter 

        i often wonder what messages rest on walls 

not seen                      since corks plugged everything

               and stones were thought to be alive

that is        capable of bleeding 

as he does

a time where myths were stories told by tellers of stories

                           

                                                                                         that had no other plans

you take it how you can    and seem to know the difference  

a time where sandbags of filth mags where burnet then read
 
     the time before pockets of madness
grew rockets
                      that blister                   fire paper at random
seeding further the pleasure of death

the bourbon rests in front of contacts    lying beneath the only things

i know                         bought online

the difference between sent and found 

channeled musing

''i want to electrocute myself on london boulevard and punish the rain
with reason  s

splattered across cross streets
affecting traffic''          she said       crushing bullets

and camels   like the end of the world was a decade ago
and chemical symphonies are in vogue

                   holding a few bullets of my own i thought i'd let it slide
like a public school swimming pool slides

affecting childhood                  
     
                                  into my mind  splashes and everything

her     speaking in Simples and wearing the bar like a good pair of jeans
              and to think, i was only speaking of the possibility of change

when confronted with          what seems to me as     channeled musing
only there are no captains and we run when we want to

i said, "you can electrocute yourself when ever you want     but the doctors don't recommend it,"
she turned,         in such a way the wind looked back, and said,

                      "ol boy, a doctor is not what i need."

sports and drinking

i drink because the turning signals used in navigation are dim
and ocracy isn't a word by itself

and this is america                      drink for yourself

sweat for yourself  and deny yourself                  the pleasure of today
for the promises coming                     tomorrow

       because this is america

And    if not tomorrow then     surly            the next day     or
the next day when     the next best thing came and went

    'and it came to pass'       it came to be consumed

because this is america

 where the next thing is alway the best thing
            because this is america

'thy will be done'     because this is america

your fickle features favored     in america
     pickled to perfection    and delivered safely as of yet

and history is clear     even the rocks are not infallible

i drink because         in my opinion
to pray in silence isn't praying at all  and even if it is

they are all kept underground under a cross-length fence
kept  behind an eye

behind an undergraduates degree
behind the sand lot   playing for snickers bars and the right to

wear a different colored jersey during the same race

everyone races