1996-1997

“Tears”
10.18.97
Tears run down my face
Evil in their place
And you don’t even bother
Running with the water
Save for one small taste.

“Devil Things That Angels Do”
10.7.97
Always trying to conquer
Try to capture
What is really
Not that hard to catch
Twisting through the fiery holes
Only to bend down and wretch.
Your brains are on the pavement
Your hands rest on either side
Above the stinking mess of dinner and alcohol and bile
Your chest heaves as you grieve
With a maniacal, monster wide smile.

I don’t want you to drop from
Your angelic heights
That’s why I spare so many words for you
I wanted to hold you
Beatific forever
But I just can’t ignore the devil things that the angels do.

“Alien Anger”
9.29.97
Diesel gas pumps standing
Like alien sentinels
With glowing green eyes.
Next to ripped-up earth
That spews nor bubbles black semen.
Electric energy anger isolation.
I wish these aliens would take me away.

“Standardized Dandelions”
9.15.97
Standardized dandelions
Drift through malled landscapes
White-lined eyes and Barbie doll faces.
Blistered, cracked, and peeling back.
Fake veneer fades fast enough
And all the confidence you build
On how beautiful you are
Is not so tough.

“Dye”
3.8.96
Deadweight globe
In her hands
Holds all my severity and plans
Writhes about snake brain
And understands
It’s all just black blurred lines to me.

“Golden Rule”
3.7.96
Shake me free and
Drop me on the beach
Just within the sunbeams.
Just outside your reach.
Each word is curved and carved
Each pint of ocean half salt
Each star is dead and blinking
Each deviancy is my fault.
Don’t lay me in my grave
With your deciet and lies
A part of my heart hates you
But sarcasm is its disguise.
You speak each moment bitterly
And accuse what really reflects.
When you try to climb inside,
The dark screams and defects.
You set upon the counter
The gold fit for a fool
For you forgot the truth
And can’t assume the golden rule.

“Prozaic”
1996
I am cured.
The lines are blurred.
The meat is cured.
The medicine is munched
With a good lunch.
The minister is liing
And he doesn’t realize
They’re all diing inside.

I am cured,
Stuck my feet in the fire,
Called me a liar.
The meat is cured.
I am full of the cure.
I’m not sure
But I thought it was poison.