Some times I just need a break…to break away…

This bird is a petite powerhouse…a righteous, riotous force of nature…a trick shot gunning for me…tugging at my zest and breast…she ain’t nothing but something…she got style…she got grace and she got face…she move and dream in washing waves, drowning me…

Always searching…searching for…the way out…exit…that little sacred, secret something…that pull me and push me…move me…the heartache that lift me…the words that keep me…the finger that shush me…touch me…tease me…lick me and kiss me…

All lubed up with no place to go…

I bring down the night with all my might…and she’s scraping resin from the pipe…like a whispering wind keeping me safe in the shallow nightmares…

Walking up the street…hoodie pulled over my head…the sun, moon, and stars in my pocket…universe a moebius looped around my pinky… the laziness of a writer…the grace of a felon…a swagger of timid arrogance… the soul of a soldier…scars like pretty, delicate lace embrace my still beating heart…a tired lion and Atlantean priest…imaginary friends like silk strokes of laughing gas and untamed chemical gnosis dancing in the corner of my eye…overdose and withdrawal…prison breaks and narrow escapes…hard won, invisible triumphs…an akashic record…spiritus in the nostrils and draining down the back of my throat…the after taste of sex…vigorous panting…ancient snakes, dead by the lake…a finger tapping out the rhythm of break down…internal screaming and hurricanes of sorrow and narcissism…wailing all fraught for naught…laying naked over a grave…a forlorn epic born to be alone…bring me the heads of Pancho and Geronimo…tonight we feast on ecstasy…just let me alone…let me alone…can’t be hurt again…means can’t be felt again…utter freedom…no compromise…dig…

A full pack of cigarettes…I’m on top of the world…

Casanova and Cagliostro cry with me…or I follow in their tear drops…

Rimbaud and Jim hard for me…or I’m limp as Oedipus…

I want to write these words in my blood…and die bleeding in a warm bath tub…an immortal still shot…selfish and grandiose…

The ripple of my passing destroys everything around me…with a frolic and shy, sinister, flirting bat of the eyes…

Don’t say it…don’t say it…

The secret name of god and all souls spoken like wet thunder sweeping everything away in the perfect mushroom of nuclear holocaust…

A false sense of innocence…sun kissed, blue eyed boy…catch me and cup me before I get away…like a fire fly…blinking in silly, summer delight…