Self Defense
Angry Oni are dancing with just gypsy gigolos
and here they fear pale haired pixies playing poi
flames arching like maddened will-o-wisps weaving
over under
the three fates
and all the strings are tangled
tight to taught
whispers explode
Maybe Milwaukee is a quilombo?
sure esquivas murmur amidst renaisancian resistencia
and the drums flash with light in the roda
lets ginga
we the mad, the children of our ancestors
released upon the universe
to laugh black holes and kiss gamma bursts
in our rainbow hued voices
and they’ll ask me for my sorrow and despair
to cry the blood red suns super giant end
and they’ll ask me if I miss you
and I’ll nod my head
watching only the Oni
Curious quaint comets commit
an angelic suicide
while water
wrecks
the march towards progress
blame it blame somethin’
darn
and every story has been told,
every poem palavered,
lyrics laconically laid
out there
and I’d search for ink,
yet, a proud pen is running
with rainbows and pure yen
karma bang
shiva shakes the end of the
world white wash
“Goodbye”
star song so long
lets say goodbye
a moment to rain
and thunder
Christmas
easter
smiles
children
presents
coffee and tea
chocolate and carmel
lets say goodbye to
the word and
and lets say goodbye
to death
war
sickness
abuse
angry people
insurance companies
people justifying their
existence in dollar signs
people coughing out don’t care ‘bout you
lets say goodbye a moment
to dragons
unicorns,
Pegasus
gryphons,
hydras,
medusa (always a beautiful dame, except the snakes)
super heroes and
starships
and
hope
and lets say goodbye
to despair and
Pandora’s pale box
and lets say goodbye
to goodbye
“Hello”
Quest to the Last Star Bucks
Fast frisby
Patrick Stewart and David Duchovony
searching the stars for truth and peace
and for macking
sex craze city sings a sin song
come on in, water is warm
men and women
flow and sparks
every
where
blinded by the bloody sparks
and I twist and throw my frisby
and it is alone in the wind a moment
and I watch
what will we weave when
it grows darker again, when sparks
vanish and
we have just the rest of our lives?
Lindsey, Paris Hilton,
mead maids
mad men
for a day,
alive till the end of each of our forevers
happily ever after?
it is late, and I just want one more
cup of caffeine, a sip of life and death
blood flow, brain surge,
its late, and the last
star bucks is closing down
the baristas barring the door
sonic screw drivers firmly in hand,
riding t-rexes into the night
all the obamas and mccains and biddens and palins
looming the land of the loss
we trudge to
the tower of tenacity
and this is the last word ever written
right
here
star bucks is closed
but they are talking of
starting a crusade
for the last cup of coffee
and I long for one
final adventure