POCKET CHANGE
IT STANDS CONVINCED; IT IS AN ITEM
AN ARTICLE, A RIGHT HANDED DISTASTE
IN THE COMPLIMENT COMPLIMENTARY TO BLUE
IT’S TOO STRONG TO FALL FROM THIS ANGLE
IT MAKES A CIGARETTE OUT OF MOSTLY-MADE-ME
ALMOSTFULLY I SCAN THROUGH THE POLLUTION
FOR COLORPHYLL TREES BUT I’M FROZEN
IN THE ANTIGENS THAT LIFT THE WARMTH
INVITED FROM EXITS OF IRON, THE QUEEN OF SPADES
LOCKED IN A BATTERY CELL
WATCHING THE CITY OF YESTERDAY AS IT MENSTRUATES HOPE
AN UNUSUAL HUE OFFERED AT THE MOUTH OF DAWN
BUT DISTRIBUTED AMONG THEFT
BRAVADO OF KNIFE-WARMED WOLVES;
COLLECTING THE REMAINS, WE SHALL BUILD A DRESS
SLIPPING OVER CARMEN, HER NOTES
PURSING INTO A PULSE; HER SLOPES,
SEDUCING THE ERROR OF MORNING
THE SAVIORS THAT FAIL US
ARE THE FAILURES THAT SAVE US
DID YOU MAKE A MISTAKE? WAS IT MADE OF CRUSHED GRAPES?
WE COULD MAKE RED WINE TASTE ALIVE FROM THIS STAGE
LIGHT POLE
I.
IT’S LATE AS I WRITE I HATE THAT AT NIGHT
LIGHT ESCAPES THROUGH BULBS THAT FIGHT ME AWAKE
FOR TOMORROW AS BRITTLE NIGHT BREAKS
AN EIGHT HOUR SHIFT AWAITS AND TAKES
MY EYES, FATIGUE IS THE CUP IT FILLS
WILL, IS THE GLASS OF FATE... DO I DRINK?
... OR IS THIRST PREREQUISITE?
TO FUEL THE JOURNEY TO THE END OF THE NIGHT FESTERING
INTO A SUNRISE MY LUNGS CLIMB MY CHEST AND REST ON MY TONGUE
BREATH, IS WHAT THEY FIND AND HEARTS THOUGHT MISPLACED
I DRAW ENCASED IN A SMILE A PORTRAIT THAT FRAMES
EVERY AISLE WE CHASE LEADING TO NOTHING BUT MILES
IT’S LATE AS I DRAG THE PAPYRUS PAD UNDER THE PEN
BUT SHE BLEEDS INK IN CAPITAL PRINT AND ASKED FOR REST
AT THE CIRCUMFERENCE OF WHEN THE THROAT OF EVERY THOUGHT IS SLIT
AND THE BLOOD IS READ THROUGH THE EARS SIPPING EACH OUNCE OF SCRIPT
A POUND OF SKIN FROM THE SKY AS IT LIGHTENS IN LESS WEIGHT
SO I’LL MAKE SURE TO LIVE TODAY BEFORE I DO THE NEXT DAY
II.
SEE THERE’S A SENTIMENT THAT RENTS A CEMENT ROOM IN YOUR STOMACH
UNFURNISHED WHEN FOOD NEGLECTS TO FALL IN ITS HALLS AND FEELS PUNISHED;
JUSTICE WAS SERVED BUT THE PLATES WERE BLANK AND STILL WE HAD TO WASH DISHES; I FEEL EMPTY AS THE DAY FINISHED AND
I HAVEN’T MET ME THROUGH THE DAY’S LIMITS AND
IT’S ATLAS NECESSARY I FIND SELF DAILY
SO THAT I MAY, FATHER HORIZON’S THAT HAVE TO RAISE ME
SO I CAN’T WASTE TIME EVEN THOUGH TIME WILL WASTE ME (EVENTUALLY)
CREATE OCEANS FROM THE SWEAT OF ANGELS
AND FORM AN ISLAND OUT OF THE FIRST 17 DAYS OF APRIL
DAYDREAMING IN A BREAKROOM IN PLAYFUL UNCONSCIOUSNESS
DURING 45 MINUTES OF BREATHING
LABOUR COMPLIMENTS FATIGUE AND AMNESIA FOR FREEDOM
BEFORE I SEDUCE INSOMNIA TO TROLLY UP THE SLEEPLESS
AGAINST CONFORMITY’S CHECKMATE
SO I’LL MAKE SURE TO LIVE TODAY BEFORE I DO THE NEXT DAY
III.
LUNA, ONTOP OR ABOVE A SHOULDER POLLUTING A COMA
WITH RUST CONCUSSION, A CUSHION OF SHOULDN’T PETITIONS THE VILLIANS
FUCK INFINITE SUCKING THE MINUTES OUT THIS DISCUSSION
PLUS THE DIVISION OF SUFFERED; WAITING TO TOUCH A MIRROR
HUGGING A SHRUG I’M WILLING TO TEXT MY BEAUTY
BUT THERE’S LIGHT IN MY FACE GAINING A WEIGHT AWAKE
EYELIDS ERASED; PILOT OF WHO WE TRULY PAY TO THE SPACE
PATIENCE RENTS TO IMPROVE ME; CITY I TRACE
UNDER A BENT HEAD PENDULUM INKFEST
MUNICIPAL KISS DICK FRICTION HOOKERBOOTS DRESSED IN FICTION
AND PRESS IN THE PRIVILEGE INVESTED ADDITION
I HOLD HER EYES AS SHE DEVOURS; SEASON THE LIES WITH GUNPOWDER
FEELING THE NOISE AS IT LOUDERS; PEELING THE SKY AS IT SHOWERS
CITYSCAPE UNBUILDING DRAPES AS HORIZON SHAVES THE TOWERS
IT’S ALWAYS LATE WHEN I SCRAPE THE HOURS
AND LIGHT MY FACE WITH THE SMILERS NOT ALLOWED ONCE THE SUN AWAKES
AGE IN HIS BEARD
I.
AGE IN HIS BEARD; YEARS GREW THROUGH IT
EACH HAIR REACHING CLEAR FOR FREEDOM
WORTH THE GRAVE OF EVERY FEAR;
UNDER HIS EYES, FAIR BAGS OF A JOURNEY;
HIS MOUTH HOLDS MERCY, BENEATH THE RAGGED BEARD
WHERE STRENGTH KILLS EVERY DOUBT EARLY;
A NEW YEAR OBSERVING; FIST REPLACES BEGGARS’ PALMS
SHREDS THE CALM MORNING INTO A JIGSAW SUNRISE
AS EVERY BREATH APPLAUSED THE NEXUS DAWN, THE BEHEADED PAWN;
AN ENTRANCE YAWNS; THE SUN ABIDES
UNDER THE FOREST SENSITIVE SKIN HIDES;
SMOOTHLY CONDUCTING THROUGH THEIR JAZZ
LIFE BECOMES A CHORUS; LIFE BECOMES ALIVE;
LIFE BECOMES TO DIE, IF NECESSARY COMBINES
WITH SATISFACTION AGAINST THE ACTION OF THAT WHICH
SEEKS TO PAINT LIBERATION TEMPORARY
II.
AGE IN HIS BEARD; A LION WITH A PRIDE
SHAPED AS AN ISLAND, THE SMOKE IN HIS EYES FROM MEMORIES
THAT STILL BURN BESIDE HIM;
UNDER HIS MOUTH, TEETH
THAT CHEW WORDS HE NEVER EATS;
TONGUE, HEAVY WITH A PROMISE HE KEEPS,
KEPT, LIKE A SELFISH POSSESSION UNRELEASED
BENEATH THE PRICKLY BEARD
WHERE LIPS KILL SILENCE OF CHAINS
DEFIANCE OF REIGN THAT FALL LIKE AUTUMN
WHEN HER LEAVES’ COLOR CHANGE
NO MORE RELYING ON STRANGE HANDS
TO FEED US A FETUS OF CAPITAL GRAPES
THAT SOUR TO WINES; THAT SUCK OUT OUR VEINS
WITH POWER THAT FINDS ITS WAY TO OUR SOILS
BUT NOT TO OUR NAMES
UNDER THE JUNGLE, A COOL SILENCE HIDES
A BATH IN A FREE RIVER DELIVERED BY THE SEA
LIFE BECOMES A LAKE OF SIGH; LIFE BECOMES A LIVING TREE;
LIFE BECOMES TO DIE, IF TEMPORARY COMBINES
WITH SATISFIED AGAINST THE ACTION
OF US WHO SEEK TO PAINT LIBERATION NECESSARY
XIOMARI
I.
A BLUE HAZE SHOE LACES A SILHOUETTE CAMISOLE
OVER SKYSCRAPED ANTELOPES MORNING IS-- THE BULL VIRUS
THAT SYMPTONS THE MATADOR ANTEDOTE OF SUITCASE IN PALMERS
BLUE FACE-- IN AWKWARD NATURE, VAPORS AND VALOR
CALORIES OF STAMMER-HEAD STAGGER LEG DE—-CANTER
WITH DREAD TONING THE BANTER; DEAF ZONING THE LAUGHTER
FROM A MINISCOPE BROKE NECK—- CADAVER VIXEN
PIXING ON THE BRIGHTER SIDE OF BRINK, LIFE TO SWIPE IN PINK
MATRESS MATRICIDE-- OF DRINK DRUNK ADDRESS SHRINK
EYELIDS FRINGE ON AWOKE SIDE OF DEAD I CHOKE OUT OF BED
CHORUS:
SCAN IT, PRICE IT
DEVELOP, DELETE, RETURN IT IN PACKAGE
RESELL IT COMPLETE
TRANSACTION RECEIPT,
EXPANSION EXPENDED
PROCESS IT, INJECT IT, SHRINK WRAP IT, AND FEAST
II.
LET THIS TRAIN DRAIN TRAIN ME TO TRANSIT TRANSVESTITE CAMPUS
WHAT USED TO BE MAN IS NOW MANIC MANNEQUIN CALLOUS
VATICAN CHALICE CHAMPION CHIMP
SIPPING ON MY AVERAGE THROUGH A STRAW...
EVERY REVOLUTED REVOLVER ENDS IN A DRAW...
YET STILL, ART IS THIRSTY; I STARVE A BURSTING FAST
AND PARTS OF JOURNEY QUIVER DELIVERED THROUGH PARDON FIRSTLY
PLACED BEFORE COMPLAINT: I DON’T WANT TO DRAW THE SAINTS
I DON’T WANT TO DRAW RESTRAINT
I WANT TO WITHDRAW MY CHANGE FROM THE BANKS
AND DRAW NEAR TO THE DAY A MIC AND A SMILE
ADHERE TO THE FLANKS OF EVERY YEAR FREEDOM WALKS OVER A PLANK
EVERY YEAR MY DISAPPOINTMENT TRUNK IS BLANK EVERY THANKS
I HUG TO MYSELF AND CLEAR THE SHELVES
OF ALL THE HANDS THAT PUSHED ME ONLY AFTER I JUMPED
CHORUS
EXPIRATION DATE
I.
WAKE UP FEEL THE DRY MORNING SINK YOU LATER CORDLESS
HEADACHES FEDEX INTO FORMLESS SKIN AND VAPORS AS THEY ORBIT;
THOUGHTS TURN CONCRETE; SMASHING ON YOUR TEETH AS YOU SPEAK,
EVERY ORGAN ON YOUR FACE FALLS ASLEEP
THE SWORDSMAN IS YOUR VOICE KEEP HIM POISED SPITTING BLEACH
THE TONGUE’S A HORSE AND IT LEAPS OVER THE SILENCE REACHED
BY THE LAMBS WEARING SLAUGHTER LIKE A FLEECE
EVEN FASHION HAS A FEAST AND DISGUST ATTAINS THE ILLEST SEAT
TO FILL THE BEAST THE METAL; A COLDER OVER PEDALED
FEELING STEPS THROUGH THE THRESHOLD OF MY STOMACH AS IT CLUTCHES
VOMIT, THAT LEVITATES AND FROM THIS
GRAND OPENING OF LIPS, THIS PINK NIAGARA PLUNGES;
DUNGEON FOR THE CREASE OF SKY WRINKLED INTO THE EAST
BUT TIME CIRCUMSIZES THE EYELIDS FROM THE IRIS
CRIPPLED INTO A PRIEST, SPIRITUALLY NAKED WAITING TO DIVIDE SKIN
AND IT EATS THE HORIZON MADE OF VOMIT AND A PROMISE
THAT TODAY WON’T REPEAT BUT WHEN DAWN SITS SHE
AWAKES IN THE SAME CLOTHES WITH WHICH SHE WENT TO BED;
THE SAME CLOTHES SHE CAME HOME IN AND DIDN’T UNDRESS
II.
LITTLE BOY VISIT THE VOICE OF THE CAMERA WITH CALENDAR
IN YOUR BROWN EYES DELETING THE COMPLETION OF YOUR PANAMA
CANAL TO CONNECT INNOCENSE TO PASSENGER OF CIGARETTE
STRESS MANAGER AND PICTURESQUE DEATH, YOU’RE A TRAVELER
STARING AT THE FUTURE; APOLOGETICALLY I STARE BACK ATCHA
WITH EYES OF FEWER PILLOWS BUT TWICE THE BAGS OF SEWERS
TO COLLECT THE SWOLLEN DREAMS THAT CHEWED US INTO THE SAME FLASH
THAT PURSUES US SEEMS YOU’LL LOSE THAT SMILE
BUT IT COMES AROUND ONCE IN A WHILE, NEVER LASTING
PAST THE MILE OF A MOMENT AFTER REALITY COMPILES
AND NIGHT IS BROKEN; I SURMOUNT FROM MY MIND LIKE AN ADDICT
WITHDRAWING TO FIND BLACK IRON BRACKETS
PLACING ME IN PARENTHESIS FROM DETACHMENT
I’M CATCHING MY BREATH AS IT’S SHOT FROM A MAGNUM
INTO MY LARYNX, SO I REST;
TODAY WAS PROMISED VARIATION BUT IT’S THE SAME YESTERDAY
I NEVER LEFT, WHEN DID IT START? I FORGET
NO LAST KISS
CHANNEL BLUE SCREEN, WEIGHT ON THE SHOULDERS OF PATIENCE
A PLATFORM STANDS ADJACENT;
A CANDLE-EYED MINERVA FLIRTS THE SILENCE OASIS
MADE OF SHROUDED ARMS UPHOLDING THE PAVEMENT;
UNDERGROUND, I’M VACANT; A BASEMENT OF WORDS
I’M NERVES AND ANXIETY; MY HEARTBEAT IS PARANOIA’S DIARY
WITH THOUGHTS IN MY HEAD CAMOFLAGED AND SEEKING PRIVACY;
PATTERNS OF SANE BLEND THE SAME TREND OF CHAMELEON
“MAKE FRIENDS OR MAKE BED IN ASYLUM!”
SO I FACE LESS TO MAKE SENSE NOWLY PAY STRESS
MAKE THE WORDS BEND INTO SILENT
CADAVER MILK IN MY VOCAL SILK DREAMS IMMOBILE
STILL STREETS THAT CLONE YOU TRANSPLANT MEMORIES AND PRODUCE
THE DAILY STAGNATION THAT INDIVIDUALITY GOES THROUGH;
BAGS UNDER MY EYES SUBMIT DREAMS CARRIED LIKE LUGGAGE;
HOPEFUL, ‘TIS A BROKEN SCENE TO BE SOCIAL SO I’M SHOVED INSIDE
THIS SUBWAY LABYRINTH WAITING FOR MY RIDE
REFRAIN:
AND I WAIT AND WAIT
BUT THIS IS A LOCAL STOP
AND ALL THE TRAINS SEEM TO RUN EXPRESS
AND THE EXPRESSION ON MY FACE PRESENTS
AN IMPRESSION OF EXHAUST AND SPENT
AND ANOTHER ESCAPE ESCAPES
AND ANOTHER ESCAPE ESCAPES...