Heart won’t start…
Slow plastic plasma
Cold cruel blood oil
Damned my stamina
Haunted head wanes…
People stare – walking dead
Red rusted viens
Heart pumping – molten lead
Eyes can fly…
Wet smooth – jade jewels
Free phantoms
Green birds
Tiny television scenes
Color camera shows
Dream machines
Soul holes
Sacred sanctuary…
Sacred sanity
A silver – moon garden
Lies my vanity
Hide me in here
Viewing my world
From inside – a tear
“Pack up the essentials”
Water
Fire
Caffeine
Tobacco tar
We smooth over a million miles in our car…
Spitting like cobras
Spinning smoke like dragons
Suns on fire
Dry smoldering sky
Cannot put it out
Till midnight liquid
Drowns it finally out
Blue ocean air
Cannot cool its anger
A thousand strands of gold
Grow ever old
Within mean hatred heat
This land sliced in half
By a million mile street
Clouds still collecting
Spilling silver lightening
Drops of rain
Slap windshield
Like bug-storm
Villain’s drive by
Like so many circus clowns
Clutching cleavers
Some strangers
Only mirrored glasses
Hiding hollow eyes
Driving from their pasts
Chains around their throats
Like goats
Fat tyrant queens
Slaves in grip
Promenading these highways
Casting curses
Like wicked witches
We glare insidious
With viscous reptile vision
Sending them a howling
Like banished banshees
Whipping their goat men as they go…
Stop in a ghost town
Where all who dwell – frown
“Friend – this town has brought you down”
Cunning vampire cats
Roaring windy whispers
As they swarm in lustful fury
The screaming prey…
Insects upon fruit
Sucking – lapping
Warm bloody juice
Sweet blood nectar
Far deepening into
Dreamy – midnight haze
Cold – silver oxygen
Mixed with yellow scorched grass
Burning Lion lungs
As they slowly stride
Starlit african desert
Ever stirring…
Dry
Lonely
Wilderness
Hunger
Red heated
Killing visions
Within poised sharp
Serpent eyes
Lustful lions
Forever seeking
Searing hot
Flesh fruit
Insect Lion
Hiding deep
Within yellow
Sky-scorched plains
Where grass moves as waves
On the – ancient ocean
Hiding deep within
The ancient – sun garden
Forever seeking – crystal cooling, midnight winds
Forever seeking – a silver moon
“I wrap my soul in Frog skin”
Lime swamp
Mint mist
Cool crisp
I let it begin…
I glide through slithe
Lily pad portals
Leering trees gnarl and creep
Something beneath
From statue to stalker
Waking from sleep
Black pudding pond
Seething stale green
Cold oil liquid steams
A million amphibians scream
Within alligator dreams
down
down
down
dark deep
Where these demons sleep
Within in hells wells
Razor teeth monsters dwell
Serpent eyes
Green boiled skin
Serves the serpent of sin
Green
Steams
From seething trees
Algae gleams
From moon cast beams
Dragon flies stream
This swampland sweats…
Sleeping
Deep
A moist green dream
Crickets cry within soil
Toads toil
Within black swamp oil
Spacecraft fly fierce
Buzzing the bog
Another victim for these cunning frog
Worms
Squirm
Within soggy log
Leeches scream – silent mud
Lurking for blood
Nursing Vampire brood
This great swamp soup
Food devouring food
A million bones
A million ghosts
Human, Alien, Reptilian
Lie frozen in time
Under ten tons of sludge, clay & decay
Victims of time
Slime & bite
Here to sleep the eternal night
Never again to see the suns beam
Only to wander evermore
Within the Swamp’s dream
I don’t want to be wanted
For I’m am haunted
I don’t need to need
For it is without feast I feed
Leave me among dried dying leaves
For the dream I weave
Lingers long after eve
Lingers long after lost
Till fall feels frost
So my soul blows
A part of nothing
Save to give the winds something
To toss…
I am the “Lord of Loss”
I am the “Deity of Digression”
And my reason for my lack of believing
Is this “Eternal Halloween Season”
A spell of giving
And never receiving
So down I’m blown
So down dark
Where Arch Angel’s – Arc
Dare speak – not
Dreams are the color of mystery
Transcending the agony of night
Rivers of rainbows
Sunshine kissing snow
Raping phantoms
Ghastly anthems
Green bean stalk – skys
Fill your eyes
Colors carve into your mind
And days chase through time
Dark day dawns
Hell’s highway yawns
Scowls
Licking its jowls
Barren
Brooding
Dry
Desert stretching
By roadway flying
By now I’m crying
For fear this dying
I’m now denying
Shallow grave
For a sallowed slave
Cool cruel
Cement judgement!
Pure icy metal
Flash strike flesh
Last breath is death
Flesh is mesh
Flying while dying
Ghost screams away
Cursing your birthing!
Blood feeding nothing!
Not even a flower
An insect
A grass blade
A beatle
Or even dust…
This wide eyed soul
Will find no hole
To rest
And be blessed
And the black mass
I drove past
Will never stay
By God I pray
But will haunt
As the bell tolls
Until death finds
It’s ultimate goal
A dark,
Quiet hole
To shelter forever more
This lost soul
Speed over weed
Sinister Spacecraft
Through oceans of sky
Millions miles high
Dark lens visor
Coated with pollen
And space dust
Everything is yellow
Alien architecture
Humming haunted
Running cunning
So many multi-colored planets
I must descend
To taste sweet nectar of space
A thousand soft
Flowers I forge
For nectar I need
To speed over weed
Sun blazing my honey helmet
Gas flies fierce
My yellow black jacket
Jet pack vibes me into sky
As faster I fly
Black dagger gleams gore
As faster I soar
My Queen commands
Her million-man force
Seeking golden pollen
Until were fallen
Honey for hive
For this we strive
To stay alive
My Queen commands
These Alien lands
Endless sands
And hollow cans
My metallic shell
Protect me from
Suns – hot hell
Here I dwell within seductive smell
Slave to multi-colored powers
A million sunlit flowers
Where till fallen – I spend my hours
Golden pollen is money
Is golden sweet honey
As evening wanes
By waxen flame and dreary cast
Dark oceans tide
Has crept alas
Shining mermaids seethe
Amidst sand duned reeds
Eyes seduce with gleam
As they try to breathe
I weary for my bed
And bury haunted head
Passing through dreams gate
Embracing Midnights fate
As cold steals soul
Whales of old
Guard the deep with ear piecing weep
Down Winter’s keep – where sea things creep
Silver moon winds blow
Beckoning creatures of old
And they hold stole
Or’ all you’ve known
Sorrows stole in – as craft frost winds…
Like might, mage and mirror – lending fear…
They’ll blow over like storm – near dark dusked morn…
Pray’n your soul isn’t winter born – ere yer bound for the Horn…