This is an ode to the sub conciseness poem
the one that exist only for moments
to be exasperated
in love with the world and our entangle nature
an ever present change and stature
if your going to swing
swing hard
sweet chariot
I’m awake as doormats
welcome to the circus
if you want to see bedrock
you better be an astronaut
or as important
we have been [...]

Everyone called him boring Warren, the dullest adolescent to grace god’s green earth. He was 17 and home schooled, he played with his belly button lint and collected it. The term navel gazer was inducted on Warren’s behalf, having entered the guineas book of world records having gone 38 hours straight of “naval gazing”. His [...]

He knocks on the hollow floor three times, without a reply, thinking, if this is the way it is, i would just assume to die. To be ignored disturbs more than mockery, at least then someone is listing. The aggression becomes to much to control till it boils over and burns [...]

A sunrise or sun set can be your best bet
if the moment and mood is correct
by the motions of the oceans
we say and try to perceive
all living matter into our perfect dream
expedite ecstasy to your fancy
the fury of futility
will dissipate the diagnostic duality
of good and evil
till only one truth remains
shapeless clouds surround
significant searching merchants
selling [...]

When it seems like dreams may never become a reality
i wish for something of substance or even sustenance
to get me threw the doldrums
So much for sin, it saves no man and only destroys
Boys who were once men
If i have seen it once, i have seen it a thousand times again
without the rain nothing grows [...]

Backstage and its as if I’m sixteen
living my own dream
still as awkward and out of place
i chase the smoke with a beer after taste
shaved heads of all the same race
and they swear there is not a Nazi in this place
seeing the way they look at a good friend
who now  has a beard and a burka
he [...]

No more a man of god, than a man of war
still, i don’t know what to make of it
my own surroundings, i feel
is a suffocating fish tank
made of steel
filled with corrosive chemicals
spilled without thought
or concern
i burn roads
left with no bridges
I’m ambient
on the outside
of your underground
metaphysics
was my prison
made for one
inside my iron age
of rage
they try to [...]

I drink with Ernest Hemingway
and Charles Bukowski
we get bored
and prank call
Richard Brautigan
he gets really excited
and plays along
for as long as we want
we all should be writing
but its get busy living
or get busy dying
i dig nothing these days
but graves
of my old friends
who are all dead now
and have been for sometime
i wonder if they are alive
and its [...]

The sun doesn’t always shine
sometimes dreams
turn to nightmares
love can turn to murder
in empty longing
tears turn to smiles
as drinks
into drugs
sober silhouettes
fade to night
in the darkness
the rich turn poor
as poverty
pays for there mistakes
time turns to fragments
and then forgotten
when our fate
is fiction
our destiny is
only distractions
left with monoliths
as monuments
cerebral stones
made from
imagination
inpatients
becomes disdain
for the mundane
or ordinary
become everything
till its blinding
binding [...]

Awake, as the boatman
on the river Styx
i transfix
with words as my weapons
bringing stagnant
sailors sharing
the dark side of soul
illuminating
the whole picture
to understand life
you have to know death
and accept
its inevitability
lets continue
down this river
to the underworld
where the darkness
voids your vision
and you left with your thoughts
sounds and smells
your interpretation
is all you need
to proceed
I’ll take your tickets
please
you have chosen
to take [...]