bruise



black & blues

your blue suede shoes

and blank haikus

to youse and use

seneca falls on montezuma

restless & tired & 

wired on coffees & sodas

& buddhas

that screwed us out of a living

cheated of my death

beaten and bereft of breath

sky ripped open

and blues that grew

and drivin the grooves

abra cadabra

cadavers at opera

groping for life

and singin' the blues

with nothin' to lose

'sept the booze

that's true.

I call the truce.









and back again

and the buddha of this world

once more,

and another bird 

down the finger lakes of new york

city blues,

all da way from greenwich village

and da coffee houses,

accents and late

great grand band bait

wait stop

drop

don't top now

jack at the crack of dawn

daniels & kerouac

jim's beam and morrison

in the van

again









mountain mist & boronia

sea spray tingling 'gainst my cheek.

sprites & faeries running past

my last blind eyes,

bleeding their salt tears,

while myrrh maids call out to me

& sirens beckon me to fall & follow low,

the sounds of hippies & hipsters

calling through the fog & smoke

to join them.

ancient greek & roman gods

whispering through the sullen fields

to lend them my ears.

venus aphrodite

nibbling at my neck, & necklace

kissing my dry cracked lips

ghosts & goblins surrounding me,

drowning me in azure

& footprints









pitiful naked & drowning

I

alone w/ visions & dreamers

& schemers & all pointless screamers,

alleyways beckoning me w/their sad bums

& mad drums.

the 3 condemning witches of

macbeth hackling, hacking

w/ blank black eyes.

a haze over the thunders of heaven

& a gateway to hell

w/ its steady stream of steamy souls

w/ all their eyes

& fingers pointing

straight at me.

I hear cupids laugh turn into

           the devils heaving screams.

attila & goliath

all bent & broken

stokin' the fire under my grave