Everything Is Fire

Everything Is Fire

The moment you think
you know what you are
talking about, you are
full of shit

because, still,
everything is fire
everything is flux
there is not time

like desire, we
have only been
put here to fuck.
To fuck the earth

to fuck the pain
to drill and spill
and lose
and gain

These words are fire
and so are your eyes
everything is fire
and everything is lies.

Stroll thru Paris

With my eyes closed,
I can stroll thru Paris
like a fast-food meal
of imagination

The dogs and the stone streets
the broken bottles near my
faux leather shoes, ice cream,
and cigarettes and deep red lips


And there, when I look up
There is a billboard of
my mother, naked
in the shower

my mother, young with
the fullest bush and
tattered breasts, with
pink hotel soap-suds

and I remember
I have never been to
Paris, and I only know it
from a movie punchline

Mermaids of my mind

Anxiety is actually a terrible pain

It makes me understand why people drink and do

Heroin

I am a pre-junkie

I am a caught fly in a wet web

I am still skating on the pond of consciousness

Crack Ice Crack

That smell of frozen

Cold

Discomfort so numbless

Just fire; everything is fire

Tantrums and anthems

Our virtues held ransom

I know what I’ve become

And old old old filthy

Dirty finger-nailed

Fuck, with brutal

Retching and I

Don’t enjoy any of

The stuff that makes you

Alive. I still want to

Die. i still want to

Die. Let me just

Live. Sleep now with

Mermaids of my mind;

Sleep alone Jason.

Pain

Pain

To call a poem pain
you must have something
strong to say, so here:

There is a fanged spider
that crawls out of my insides
and into the cavity of my mouth

There, it is perched like
a fiddler crab and now
it runs out and

down over my shoulder
and skitters out onto
my finger tips to you;

Nuclear destruction
Torture and blood
knives and bones are nothing

compared to a whole life
in the prison of a mind
that only wants to be understood,

but has no audience.
An eternal forest of falling trees
that fall in silence.

Falling Asleep at the Wheel

Falling Asleep at the Wheel

Medication that isn’t balanced right and

A night of panic attacks

Here I am

Falling asleep at the wheel

Beside me are cars and walls and

Yellow Wallpaper and

Pitchforks and bowler hats with apples

There are honking horns and

Clouds that shape of bricks

There are computer keys and

Foie gras on water crackers

There is a taco bell sign

Where the bell is moving

And it’s cracked, our

Liberty bell is a Taco Bell

And it’s still so cracked

And it’s still hollow.

Don't think

Don't think.

You go into this
Thing thinking
And to that I say
Don't think

You have your skirt
Up high and your
Long jacket and your
Brown leather boots

Don't think about the
Budding breasts
Don't think about
The heaving chest

In the back of a
Two door civic
With the automatic
Transmission and

The green light coming
From your adolescent
Vocal cords / don't think
About your problems

Don't think about the
Future and the other side
Don't think about the new
Me waiting on the porch

With heat and humidity
And the buggy Florida blanket
Heaped on my mind
My daughter, you are my everything

Don't think about your pain
You're not going out with
That boy anymore
Don't even think about it