Gutter Guns

Awe-soaked eye sockets
Of perfect blue and symmetrical
Geometrical planes of lids
On the man
Is a distract ion
A mysticism of testosterone
"Take away the welfare
And let the junkies die"
As he praises social Darwinism
with another Yuengling
All I can help to do is look
At how pretty his irises are
Or if I thought more
I'd slap him
Palms open
Eyes shut

Calisthenics

"Be glad you have limbs at all,"
So says Seneca
"No, no meaning,"
Asserted Satre to de Beavoir
In their well- adorned parlor
Smoking tar-soaked French
Cigarettes, speaking as so
Others might think it bickering
"Laugh at it- or die,"
Cackled Camus
And doing all
Or none of these things
The poets wailed through words
2/3 woe and 1/3 awe
Drunkards and damned
Artists sent streaks
Electrically frequent
For optical nerve to nay:
I see beauty but
I am not beautiful
It would sound sexier
In a romantic tongue ... I think
Therefore,
I am acting out, ranting, shouting
About government, God, and
What it all means
When the bug gnaws
At light green vascular thing
Just under the leaf-
When I finally pinch it
Between index and thumb
Will I even wonder who
Put it and its predator there?

Biographical Histories

Tony Stark, Iron Man,
Homeless manic over on twelfth,
Terrifying thug six foot seven stylish
In three hundred dollar shoes
Housewife, and whore all steal away
Time to think of themselves as philosophers frantic-
Ly figuring out the fade of blue and black
In their twilight sky but
The ominous values only speak
Of their own mistakable modern hues
None of the day makes sense
and they wonder
If they may ever say that out
Loud
And to whom?

Morning After a One Night Stand with Mortality

Naseau sets guts aside
When you realize
Bukowski's barf
And teary beers
Was your father,
Senator, Was you.
Who knew it was truth?

Milky Skies without the Milky Way

"Light parade everywhere"
-Ginsberg

They saw the light but the explosion was clandestinely one ominous oversight
Heat scatter clouding human brains with sunny Son soot of sprouting energy
that solemnly whispers, "Don't think. Don't leave the porch poor in the dark."
So you won't want better for Virginia Their biospheric bigot wanderlust
could be cured if they espied the stratosphere past smog
Cured by the cosmic if they could see meteorites as fragments of comets
Know their descent by the burning trails aflame in chemical stew
and bless the process and beg for luck
with the scene of red, white, and blue streaks of space litter still glistening
alive in their eyes. They'd see the light

Pacing Aisles

Wonder if he acts like my father
No, more like how your mother falters
Wonder if he looks too much like Bride
Oh, would the altar say it?
Wander if his dirty socks crystallizes
Love in athlete foot lava
Leaving only stable cleavages of stone
Wander if his puppy barks
With the harshness of awkward hertz
Or if the pup is black
And fades into the night
He may lift the veil to the dull luster
Of my bat eyes and think he sees me
There slowly stuttering over vows
When I am summoning daddy Engels
to speak his deep-pitched dharma
To ask the man if I ought to step off
This auction block
But the man speaks no more
Damned to wait, wade, wane, do I?
Do I? I DO.

Polished Aluminum Badges of Authority Dug of from Dirt

"We should have found you

a fellow; then you'd stay"

An educated high school principal

Earnestly explains to drop out deviant

With black painted finger nails

And frizzy Italian hair 

He mistakes for African,

Cuing him to think: it figures.

She lost her golden-haired 

Sapphire-socketed first love

So he could become Bukowski

As all young men must do.

She doesn't dare divulge,

"At 17, i see boys can't do a thing

For dainty intellect and crushing 

Cushion curves calling out for a life

Worth leading." So she took her GED

And found her nerves 

Were Ivy League.

Man's lover took a fatal slip 

Six fee under he counted 

All of the times they made love

Out of anger, anticipation,

Celebration, boredom,

Copacetic Sundays and could see

There were seldom moons they left

Unknown He let her go

And when you do that,

You become a ghost

Died promptly two months after

The orphans wer the only ones

Who didn't understand. Death

usurped further action, solely

Satisfied.

Broken tail light, body riga mortise

In the rear, bursting red eye vessels

Vow this is it! As police curtails

The woman on her way. She is 

Comely, Caucasian, long, curly hair,

Exotic, maybe mixed, looks like 

The first girl he had ever kissed

 and The officer observes:

She couldn't kill a fly

And would not dare try!

He misses the bloody and belligerent 

Battle to take back justice,

Which jaggedly sticks out 

In between her straightly set teeth

"Get that fixed" Forgetting tail light,

'Is he discussing my soul?" 

No, he lets her go

Salivating over tan skin,

White in eyes,

Cleavage caught when he stood over her,

Begging her for pardon, registration, and I.D.