Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Dusted Snow Angels

A dusted don/ a dusted angel
with some rusted arms
that I've been cutting on
from dusk to dawn like nothing's wrong.
Puffing palms in this cold world's
snow swirl--
hoes hurl after the globe's pearl
made their toes curl...
Impregnate them with hurt
so they revert to the dirt.
Why's pleasure so painful?
Lost in this desert of dessert--
where beauty drives you berserk
under the sky's wristwatch.
Shit, wish I could split
its lip-lock with Hitchcock.

Coolly calculated cutey
sipping a Diet Pepsi.
Heart palpitated cruelty,
down n' out, she side-stepped me.
Why she left me? I don't know,
maybe 'cause I liked coke instead...
Stayed smoking cess while stroking stress
with a broken head.
Dead already, somebody bury me
n' get it over with.
Said she was ready so I popped
her cherry tree with a loaded clip,
where the posh dwell. She was
more dusted than the top shelf,
but I delved into that inverted
volcano to clog Hell.
Couldn't stop it, she dropped spells--
look what the witch doc did.
Nothing but a power hungry whore,
craving the cockpit.

Heart of Black Ice

I'll write dark shit as long as
there's black ink in my pen--
but it's time to pick myself up--
rethink n' begin.
Again... Damn man,
a phoenix in my own right.
Swimming in the flames,
the love to be alone type,
'cause of fake friends like,
"Cop a vile, here's
sickness in a sack
to stop the wild fears!"
Right-hand man playing doctor
while he jeers...
Bitch, I hope you drown
in your crocodile tears!
Put the rock in rock a smile,
stretch scaly snake skin.
Crush n' light it up--
inhaling my daily patron.
Searching for serenity
my soul summons sounds,
to defend the whole in it
from the rain running down.
Grudges drum with my ribs-
ain't my heart that pumps n' pounds-
'cause what goes around
never seems to come around...
Take my pain n' dumb it down,
in hopes you understand,
their answers won't do nothing
but escort you to Wonderland...

Haunting memories
creep on like centipedes.
Men are beasts, when the wind blows
catch the scent of enemies.
My life's centerpiece?
The stress my pen released...
Remember me?
Heart of black ice like December streets.

Speak to the beat 'cause I got
no one else to talk with--
caught conversing with myself
just another distraught kid.
Shit, you got me acting
like I own a Bluetooth--
looking crazy on the block,
to play the part I cop a new suit.
Struck instrumental strings
sing in the silence.
The only thing that stands
behind me are these violins.
Sigh through the violence--
it ain't nothing new,
find pleasure in pain
love sirens coming through.
Hop on that ambulatory
bandwagon,
'cause life's a beach
n' I tried to slay the sand dragon.
Caught up, chance lacking,
but armed with Excalibur--
removed the sword from the stone
they sold me in algebra.
Next challenger,
tossed aside like a rag doll--
mad small in the scheme--
in need of pads ya'll.
Chilling with my man
I ain't seen since last fall--
rehash trash stashed,
hear the past call...

Haunting memories
creep on like centipedes.
Men are beasts, when the wind blows
catch the scent of enemies.
My life's centerpiece?
The stress my pen released...
Remember me?
Heart of black ice like December streets.

Ensoulment or the Omaha Pebble Society

We landed on the sun
and realized we were
actually built on butter.
The problem wasn't our
uneven coloring but
we kept melting
and losing collagen
to the big boy.
Plastic surgeons
are innovative but
come on lemonade
is a far aisle
from those fancy,
refined carbs.

We landed on the moon
and it felt like a soccer cleat.
We would just be
quickening to the moon's entombment.
Reminded of tubes
that feed jelly,
too primordial and
too futuristic,
pediatrics and geriatrics,
all using the same entrance.

We landed on the sea.
It was the first time
reflections mattered.
I got so into my eyes
looking blue
I nearly drowned.
Then I sucked up
the salt and I couldn't
tell the blue sea from red capillaries.

The rock landed on us.
It leavened, hardened,
and we divided.
The First Supper
or maybe the last.
I skip my pebble,
all flat nosed,
smooth skin,
and remember evaporation.
You'll spend your
whole life
trying to evaporate.
Stay in sweat lodges
until feathers bend.
Run marathons
before central air.
Maybe if we drip
enough salt
we'll be sucked into
the rock.

It's inconvenient,
really, we find a home
and we find transformation.