Here is some more poetry and prose.



Purple shimmer sparkle, leading us astray
Come closer to the light, I see tender virgin flesh
Complete, unsoiled; invite a damnation waltz to the ceremony



You are not as you seem
Rust and backward water
Alleviate the night says the painter to the etherial muse
Said female offers the chalice
Viscious, incestous, crimson copulation back on earth
The table is set for dining
Wine and the elderly postman's stolen crystal
Her minions beat the man for his wine
His name is Victor
They smashed his face....broken teeth
Victor knew the muse
1972-1975
Three years in the secret place
In consumate, contemplative silence, she could feel his touch
Under the shadow of St. Mary's home for wayward girls
Occasionally the painter reflected
Past-life postmortem



Come on inspiration
Taunt me not
Thinking about a photo I don't have
Disaster waved away by the beautiful split heart
Looking, laughing, talking, feeling, being, touching
Does she love me?
Playing the game with my ghost
The best game can often be the most serious
Looking for the right phrase
Laughing when I find it



Enter the red chapel of the celebrities' bossom
Empty the carton of milk
Spilt on the curb;dirty and muddy madness
Sad, sentimental regurgitation
Religion
Sunglasses they wear like blinders in the box
The woman in the temple;screaming, climactic, cosmetic
Grinning
Fame greets us
Mainline, urban, media mania
Distress
The cause of loss of sleep
Meditative silence
Then even more
More or less



Puppets at the line
We all swim through the burn
Politicians sell us hope, and medicine men give us dreams
Some of us out here are frightened by growing
Comatose inside the ivory swamp, I met my ghost in there
A frail sadist, she plays me as the corpse
Come in and let her feel you with a foamy hand
All martyrs' men forget women
Take a walk across warm angel skin
Come on, leave the dead frozen nest
Steal sleep from within her breast
Words are lies, and birds are here
Watch forgiveness fly, when you step outside the eye
I saw something sweet
The genteman can come and eat
Fugitive feast
Far away from the land of viscious teeth



Not what its cracked up to be
That's what they all say
I always look at the sky for answers
Blue manifesto
Calling angels to their stations
I am zealous in envy and shy to all people
Though I talk not like a hermit, but rather like a traveller
I have been nowhere
There is no moment
Is there a limit?
Living to see if there is
Cal me crazy; I talk nonsense
Love is only a nursery rhyme on a child's lips
In the dark is where I am
Always never forever
Pornography
Religion and philosophy
Conjure me some chemistry
Destroy history
Put me back in my box
Please



A long finger; sweat and arthritis
Some time to kill
Hating that
Figure I'll wear some black tommorrow
Maybe she'll be there then
Abandon synthetic bliss
I don't even like this peasure I give myself
Indulgence and sin
Do I believe in a connection between the two?
Such a strange texture
I think I am my own worst enemy
Sad, guilty, ugly
I walk through plastic and glass
Only to meet the mahogony me
Wood and piano strings that dangle like evolving hair
This is the dark silhuette
That mocks my convicted hand



At this point in life, I feel it a fitting irony for me to twist off bottle caps



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