we are animals/ the difference between reality and examples of reality

we are animals       at death    in the end we all lay with our own piss and shit

we are not angels         fallen dogmtic nomads 

   pumped at leisure          trembling before the unseen Fuhrer

          lacking in path or prevalence 

shooting believable fiction through vain and vaults

 
             thought to be ours alone

      and even the greeks had actual lightening to fear

we are animals. watch your own eyes
             as the cycle    doubles  spinning

  spinning minor octaves           doubling Orwell

             speaking in real time

             speaking of dirt devils like 

                         curved shovels mining miles of thought

on paper and between his fingernails

                         

                                  doubling our chances       so that We could
double our chances

we are animals           be prepared to stop

we are not angles             to be measured    in length and weight

           we stand in lines          

           we buy umbrellas on rainy days 

           we forget the reasons why it rains

and its varietals 

                

we are animals   animals that counter
      clockwise and the anti-clockwise

          some of us were told to fear

the difference between reality and examples of reality

or dyslexia isn't a bad thing

happy Xman:
   


or.

      what best to celebrate christmas but with a story

or

       jr.s berth then with a video.
one that is telling of Christmas miracles bleeding from
all the  bells   spreading the christmas cheer.

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

reading, now and the cellars of you

i always thought Life came in waves
ran on circuit circumferences        and sustained itself    in reading


    Its breathe in curlers

              capturing Keyman island time

winding down on believable wind  shielding  itself
feeding itself the same
     
    then       falling
                                onto itself

    would it mean anything to live without the concept of sainthood
ill-sainted

  life's heated liquidity  fed through chamber maids mindlessly repeating the mindless

like bread rising in moldy cellars were the spores can not breath

            and Life         by the time its read      has passed


And the vague assailments endured in this attempt to be conscious
        attaching in elevator music          seduction

both numbingly annoying and boastfully pleasant

And in seeing this the skin grows thicker
            like painted lines on the tan of Braves

tutored in the art of breathing        so that the curls become

      a  movement in endeavor

rendering its fatty belly           to the highest of calms
in order to create

And          what is Now for    but to make it so

the procession of the equinox

black list
               pump fist
                               memphis    bone kiss

tanqueray
               repent to stay
                                    the golden ticket is in a chocolate bar

or              what if lincoln said

              fuck it

and made his wife        make him a whip
                             maybe i'm just upset because my house doesn't have a garbage disposal
but a dream that was passed
to the first and the last
handcocked tallied contrast

                             the balls in their court

until we all stop playing with our own balls