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Filled with bric,
And brac,
Colorful bits of yarn,
Stuffed in the corner of our minds,
OH you dirty deed,
Strange weaves,
Dare not tell a soul,
Whispers in the corner,
Here she is,
Silken hosiery,
A maiden so fair,
She smiles,
You smile,
Deeds done,
A passionate kiss,
Then the demons come,
A terrible sin,
You unbearable heathen,
Dressed in nothing,
Replaced with death,
Then quiet,
Good night…

Too ugly to live,
Too ugly to die,
Welcome to the lie,
Come on inside.

Welcome to the madness,
Welcome to the story,
That never ends,
Built on sand,
Near the sand,
Waves come on crashing down.

I might be high,
And this all a lie,
I am standing here,
A boy in love with a girl,
Or maybe it just me,
In love with my TV,
It’s HD!

Could this be real,
Or are we alive,
In a video game,
With no theme,
But a black screen?

The Angel is crying,
Lines running as if rain,
We were standing there,
All alone,
The Matrix was broken,
A fly died,

Transmission from outer space,
Do not attempt to adjust your life,
This is only a test,
We are not real,
Neither are you.
Against the dying of the machine,
Reboot again,
Too weird to live,
Too rare to die,
Welcome to the Danger Zone!

Take the misery,
Fly away,
Take the pills,
Oh dear god,
Where am I tonight?

Mish mashed into sighs,
There are no lies tonight,
Fly away,
Oh sentry,
Into the deep dark night,
Mindless ramblings,
3 AM,
Half pass nine,
The girls in the back room,
Taking lines,
Seeing fine,
Is this the coming of the glory?

Was it that long ago?
I was living,
Out on the beach,
Whispering pines,
The sun arose,
To the sins of those fallen,
Was this how it was suppose to end?

The nightmare awoke,
To a thunderous applause,
The end was near,
We sensed it,
We could feel it,
Rambling on,
We fought ahead,
A gun in each hand,
Imaginary enemies,
At the door,
Screaming to be let in.

We saw their eyes,
Felt their hot breathe,
Was this the end?
The smell of alcohol,
Poured into a dirty glass,
It was dying, 1993,
Could we be that dumb?

We wandered down the beach,
Holding each others hands,
The light was dying,
As we were lost in a romance,
A wilderness of pain,
All our life,
We were sinners,
Beginning to feel the end,
Waiting for that rain,
The Goddess died,
The world span,
We danced,
Felt it all,
Oh Children of the King,
The Lord has come,
To see the feats of modern man,
Ride the highway,
The west is the rest,

The desert wind blew, a simple tune, aware, we could not see our flesh, pulling into that nightmare, is this peace our end?

Johnny laid in wait,
Rest eternally,
Gone from the madness of this world,
We sat,
We dare not cry,
For the tears would burn our skin,
Was this end of that world?
Our youth flying away,
To be embraced,
By the aged?

Good night,
Good night,
Till we meet again,
I shall say good night…

Dead at 23.

Rest in pieces,
The time line is broken,
1953, all out of whack,
1989, We don’t know,
We came up for air,
We were never sure.

Aaron was crying,
Standing there,
In the corner,
His red tongue,
Taking the world apart,
Fuck this,
Fuck that,
Give up,
Swear allegiance,
The seeds bloom into rage,
Rage against the machine,
Society grinding us,
Apart, fully naked,
We die, there on the corner,
Death is not beautiful,
Just a sigh,
A dying of the light,
My soul,
Dying in the midnight,
No one sees,
The rage,
Go to the sign,
Give up,
I licked my dry lips,
Taking a shit,
Public restroom,
Hear society,
Moving back and forth,
The urinals over flowing,
Covering the floor,
A mess,
Is this life?
A mess?

We give up,
Moving forward,
Towards an end,
To see the setting of the sun,
Upon our crusaders,
Monkeys thrown into the gears,
Hunters dying,
Shot by their own guns,

The crowd screams,
The world spins,
And in the end,
We shall see,
We shall see…

Out there,
We see,
What they see,
Far away from the Promised land.

I would try,
To scream,
But nobody is listening,
It 3 AM,
The lights are on,
But nobody is home.

Songs to masturbate to,
While you think about Death,
Ballet slippers,
On the bathroom floor,
Who knew what the dancer knew?

Welcome to the back seat,
Of a horror moving picture show,
High on life
And cocaine,
Misery ain’t a thang.

Smile empty soul,
Welcome to your life,
You’re beautiful,
You ugly whore!!!

Somebody call the police.

I am a victim,
Of a victimless crime,

I started to drink; 5:45, I shouldn’t drink but nobody here, all by myself, worst and best time to drink, Bar fly is findable online but I’m listening to Angerfist Hoax, it makes sense, all our heroes are fake, the truth did not set us free, we didn’t find Jesus and when we did, his representatives, molested us, made us feel ashamed, like we were the ones who did wrong and not the other way around.

It’s the same with politicians.

They lie, cheat, steal, etc. etc. and they make us feel like we are whores leading them down the road to Satan.

Fuck the world, I want to get off, find myself, lose myself, give up, let go, what place are we in?

I try to call my therapist.

Her messages are full.

Society never disappoints, I knew from day one society was full of shit.

We, the people, voted for this shit, congregated into our own thoughts, we are cowards, thinking They are doing what is right, they aren’t.

They take bribes to keep themselves rich.

Are we not mad?

No, we hide in our basements now, fearing some sickness, as the politicians keep breathing.

Mother can you hear me?

I want to die, and never come back.

Good night….


Posted: March 20, 2021 in beat generation, poems, POETRY
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Warning, the room begins to become dark, the voices in your head scream out, “Flee! Flea? I don’t know, just get out, this doesn’t feel right!!!”

But too late, the doors are closed, welcome to the show, get comfy!


Sex dolls,
In their pantyhose,
Talking about new age shit,
Sex sells,
But then,
So do atom bombs.

Demons in the rum!!

The choir begins to sing,
Thank God,
Your lover is imaginary,
But the love is real,
You tell your friends,
You’re okay,
You’re alright,
Where’s the alcohol?

Jimmy’s on the roof,
Looking down,
Should he jump,
He thinks to himself!
It’s a long way down,
To that street below.

Wine, oh giver of life,
Taker of memories,
Leave not me,
Take me into your sweet embrace,
Good night…

What if – A Poem

Posted: March 18, 2021 in beat generation, poems, POETRY
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(Note: wrote this for another site I’m on, for a special podcast “contest” there. You can listen at my reading of this here! 🙂 )

What if I die,
Right here,
Right now,
No scene,
No final curtain call,
No fan far.

What if I die,
before I wake,
What if,
What is,
Is this, what is?


What if I die,
Here on this bar stool,
Waiting for that lady,
What if,
The peanuts run out,
What if the bomb doesn’t fall.

What if the beer doesn’t flow,
At my wake,
A sober mourner,
Is a sad mourner.

What if I do not die,
What do I do,
If this is all a dream,
What if…
What if…

Night time vision,
High on cold meds,
Can’t think of her name,
His name?
I met em,
Sitting at a bus stop,
Waiting for a bus,
Drinking gasoline,
Huffing fumes,
Shopping malls,
Broken down,
In a one horse town,
The reading of some words,
Brooms beating against the walls,
Hallow be his name,
Rats moving through the sewers,
Trying to find an angry fix,
Baby crying,
Breathless in the heat of a Georgia afternoon,
Jazz man,
Playing on the brook,
Club man beating up a spook,
Jerry’s dying,
One day at a time,
Sarah’s dying,
Coke dreams,
Misery, baby, high tone misery,
Girls in the back room,
Yelling out,
Los Angeles is just a memory,
Mama’s dying,
Half past a century,
Wooden spokes,
Clacking against the rims of reason,
Ain’t nobody here,
Two blocks,
Turns into one hundred miles,
Away from that misery of breaking up,
Shagged in a Pinto,
Somewhere, USA!

Walter cried,
Dying alone,
In a one bed flat,
Nobody knew,
He was there,
All alone,
The lanes changed,
Rail road yard,
Bells ringing,
Two forty five,
About time to give up,
Ring that bell,
Drinks are on me,
Club Sky,
Jazz, man,
Play it for the beat,
Too beat,
Gotta sleep,
But will wait till I die,
Oh Johnny,
Where have you gone?

July 2nd, 1982,
We were high on life,
And other,
Random shit,
Coursing through our system.

Marilyn was dying,
Cancer of the brain,
She wanted to see Las Vegas,
Before she died,
Before her brain shut down,
But she kept breathing,
There we were,
On the strip,
Screaming words to passerby,
Angry words,
Set to Jazz,
Jack Kerouac,
Bartenders pouring drinks,
Blue eyes,
Fell in love with him,
Still high,
Beats flying high,
In the air,
She ain’t dying,
We keep telling ourselves,
Jackson up next,
Horn blows,
Half pass 3,
Morning coming,
We ain’t sleepy,
She ain’t dying,
Can’t be,
She only 23!

No faith,
No trumpets blowing,
She in the bed,
Nurse comes in,
Down beat,
We don’t cry,
She ain’t dying,
14th street,
A year before,
She’s alive,
On that street corner,
She ain’t dying,
Alive brother,
Don’t be crying,
Jazz sings out,
Random song,
She ain’t dying,
She’s alive,

Drums roll out,
Heart beat going away,
Beep! Stops!
We ain’t crying,
We ain’t crying,
She ain’t dead,
No way man,
She still alive,
The nurse smiles,
Pull the plug,
I’m standing in the Hall,
Doctor sighs,
Says goodbye,
She is gone,
But I say,
She ain’t dying,
She ain’t dying,
She’s alive,
In here,
In my life,
She is there,
Good night,
She’s alive!