I hope it hits you in the face

coming in fairly short
missed runaway slim
two lane drop zone
wingless flight, pictures
in head, kill the earth
where it stands, bury the
evidence in the cosmological
lie, all existence is finite so
fuck it, ya? they'll(re) make(ing)
movies about that shit,
pollute negate ignore
this is all you got to look foward to,
there's nothing

I am prophet entropy
calling you back
calling you forward,
heat death, end of time
fuck'all, right?

let's take this planet with us
when we go, humans deserve it
we earned it, it's ours,

there is only us
and shrinking (or expanding)
whatever our numbers tell us,
space, all empty without our flags,
sad really,

we'll throw some out there
some day, we already send out
trash and cameras, anyway
to get rid of it, ya know?

I'll mark it up on some calender
post an inspirational quote on
tumblr, those seem to work,
and we'll sleep tight under
the chemtrails, under the heavy snow,

I'll carry a wallet of bitcoins to
the funeral march, scattering their
abstract existence by the roadside.
singing all the way
one of our all-time hits

starts with a girl in the middle
encircled by men, uncountable,
uncomfortable.

ends like this--

Take a walk we me baby, take a walk

breath,
white plumes of
smoke, winter hangs
on, bitter cold
last day of Feb.
shortest month
rent still same,
food costs, trans.

what's in the bank?
I dunno,
other peoples money
I guess,
or the bank's lent it all,

that one seems more likely.

the latter one,

closed the door
chill slowly melts
shake it off,
heat hits like wall
and coats you,

I am more uncomfortable in it
than the cold,

three people stand in the elevator
staring at me
as the door closes,
I am 3 feet away.

fucking fuck.

assholes.

Employment up in Germany (DEU)

hopefully we can
get that dang number down to
theoretical abstractical 0%
get all those thinkers doers
be-ers into some office cube
get them motivated working
on keeping things right the same
perfect they's always been,
fitting into the machine money
making life completing dream
all shined up and walking busing
subwaying biking driving being
work work work work
'cause what would we be doing otherwise
the bible says to do it first commandment
if i'm not mistaken get that number
down down DOWN society functioning
promise everyone is safe get those feet
off the street occupy those 8 hours maybe more
if you try hard enough, what's that dream called
what's your concern, advancement evolution
right might right might right
google the whole explanation thing
it's in articles typed words businessmen have
been saying it, you can't make a buck
on thinking a' different way
so why try it?

The greatest shit

The greatest shit I ever took.
Elk City.
Oklahoma.
Motel 6.
off I-40.
on E State Highway 66.
couldn't find a bar
coffee at Loves.
walked up and down.
road.
too many of us.
had to sneak in.
one at a time.
Joe/Tommy, first.
Gabow vitaly me.
stray cats.
macks without cabs.
starry puddles.
slant face.
back door open.
I could barely make stairs.
inside.
close the door.
body relaxed.
we shouldn't be hittin' so many hotels
left it all and the coffee in the toilet.
never wanted to go home.

Snowy Alley

back-to-back
snowy forgotten alley
pungent street smells

lead with a haiku
not your face

lead with uh haiku
uh haiku, not your
snow storm hatter
sprinkled in remote
location swing, dance
recognize text read O-
C-R optical character
recognition (ABBREVIATED)
do a word search why don't ch--

not gone to back now we are
(anananagram)

what's it saymean probablynothing

so forget it all the meaning
say
all the meaning is in uh
ferse line

it's in the first line, see.

Prepared and Parcel

Good.
people eat.
snapping fat on
griddlekssssssh
internal organs
iron taste. bowels
urine. sweat. stench
of casing snap
oil clickclackclick
heavy air full air
thick on skin
wipe finger cross forehead
devoured medium rare
rare, blood seeps
on plate mixes gristle
fat tendon boils globs
breaks molds fills arteries
stomach mouth gut
glugglugblubglugglug
yellowed eyes dim
restaurant lights dim
hum of electric nothingness
hmmmmmmhmhmhmhmmmm
empty chairs fragrance of sopping
gravy, baking bread, steamed
vegatables, mixes in almost ready
almost done click of click
and hack

Pounder

left turn with
all the other left turns
headed home
snow fall earlier
now street just wet
turned over
torn up by winter
metro crowded,
standing like always
trying to choke down
some book some thought
some idea some reality,
there's nothing in my
fridge for dinner
but 4 bottles stout beer
4 pack tecate pounders
I follow the crowd home
or they follow me,
no energy to go out
once I'm in and changed,
no reason either,
I'll survive the night,
I forgot I had a quart of milk
tucked away in the back,
head out to the balcony
sun going down,
watch the miniatures
cut across highway lights
I wonder what they're going to eat,
or if they've got the same problem
as me.

I lost it

I saw the
great emptiness
and I opened my eyes to it,
opened my mind to it,
aceepted infinity in
all directions,
rejected all finite definitions,
all finite philosophies,
I saw the world fall apart,
truly fall apart,
the walls lurched back and
peeled away,
there was a great statue in the distance
a statue to represent all things
living, dead, built, imagined, destroyed,
it was no shape, one shape, all shape,
it was both miraculous and mundane,
there was complete silence,
a silence of the void,
the silence of solid space,
I saw this great emptiness
at the top of the stairs,
it was in some ways magenta colored
other times indigo blues,
I labored there forever,
suffered for but a few seconds,
I struggled to hold on
but the lie forced me back,
there was nowhere to rest my back,
nowhen to turn,
I saw the great emptiness
and I blinked.

Winter Prayer Ground

I said a prayer to
ghost of Appalachian Shawnee,
entered ritual cleansing waters,
not Jeffersonian springs,

what would my ancestors say?

that I bowed to nature,
humbly, naked,
that I stood in the cold?

that I am a disgrace to whiteness?

we don't ask,
we take
they'd say,

it's the only way,
they'd say,

to take,
not just the spring
or the land, or the idea,
but the bodies
it cleansed.

(it) Kills

so long
you spoke a
word
goodbye and it
was spell,

I told you walking
forward

was a lie

you insist on finding cracks in
rock face, picking scabs off
my poor arms, poor legs,

I am exposed but you
turn away,

why? I don't know why
you've come,

will you take my fantasy?
will you strip me?

Is this end,

I have planned for all occasions
all outcomes,

I refused to write them down

they are forgotten, but I'll rummage
when time is near, when bell rings
for dinner on the buffalo's plains,
writ in sky, writ in holy high,

so long you speak the word
and I have followed,
walk in desert, no food, clothes
eyelids dry together, drinking sand
sad sand, all coughing,

I had hoped to lead myself,
master myself, but there are no
open spaces left, there aren't even
spaces, just names on tags
on shirts on souls on faces on dreams,

there's pavement and cars and bills
and whatever else,

the children force a mask on me,
it burns like ice, it warps, it spells

little sister sky little sister mud

it kills.

Now I am here

emerald stones
washed smooth
dim in some cupboard
tucked away
far from the west
of their birth,

I am where you cannot find me

I have found the edge

sediment slowly settles

to bottom of jar

pink sand and memory 

collide, forgetting past lives

figuring on the soul,

I am where you cannot find me

I have found the edge

Van and motor are gone now

crushed in some junkyard hell,

tides drift slowly, back in back 

and forth, back and overtake the

land, there is more sea then 

you'll ever know, ever experience,

ever see,

I was where you would not find me

now I am here.

This one lost its way

In the MIRROR
you SAW some phantom
mis-remembered
a HOLY GHOST of the past,
a reckless soul giving way to
disinterest,

[a forced societal timeline
connection invading this poem]

directing his thought pattern top 7
what the fuck are people sodomizing
each other/themselves with?--He thought--
I looked--so OLD--so DIM--
unlike photographs--

triumph, denial,
shoots and ladder praise,
no wonder all children are
doomed to adhd
hallucinations &
HOPEFUL prescription cures--
work for a living--work
                            for a grave--

                            where have you been
                            besides computer TV
                            fiber optic flurry--?

[kiss him goodbye, he's a fossilized image.]

laugh, laugh

tweet

he EXISTS
             
                  un-penned
               
[without words there's no--]

PAGE.  

Brown Nose

Walt, you're probably
disappointed--

I've ignored any semblance of
allegorical mishmash
     connective tissue to
the past remembrance of
great heroes,

I guess I'm slowing down,

on birthdays
on Turtle Island atomic holocaust
                                       nightmare
while the non-grass carpeted world
                        howls a selfish
                        self-same, self-aggrandizing chorus
           at
an uncaring pitch
           relating stories

sadly

a million seconds in the wrong direction--

I've lost
grip on
the metaphor.

JC

Can't help but think of
Kansas on dreary gray days
like this, like the morning
we woke to cloudy Junction City,
van dead, trip in peril,
tow truck man (no 24 hour) taxi
man black holes of
Earth & all was well, this
was the road we walked
silently, in pairs, in threes,
in fives, to Stacey's & the
weeks ahead.

Fork

We walked the wooded road
alone, together
 rapids of shavers fork
gurgling in the background of
late afternoon sun,
she held my arm,
pulling on my shirt like always
like the last seven years always
walking in mountain silence
               we talked
we moved into the future slowly
the sun shone on her face
& I tried to look out
beyond the trees &
really see the forest aging, changing
and she kissed my arm absently
our feet ground eternity into dust
leaving no trace.