God's Tonsil Stones

I'm gonna marry a mountain
And move it
Switch bodies in the caves
With Plato coming out my ears

I hardly choke anymore
when I swallow the Truth

It's sad that I value form over
Substance

But I'm as flawed as the State
And corrupt I'll be 'til my corporeality
Leaps faithfully
and is dashed upon God's tonsil stones

Masonry

I got grandfathered into the Masons
gonna get real free
fall on my sword
you'll flash before my eyes,
my life
and at Christmas time
some future place
I'll pull out the old
harddrive and swell my eyes
fat with liquid nails
"papa is feeling sad"

A Golden Eclipse

I held you between
Those silly surf songs
Told you all your troubles
Would capsize if you harbored

Awash in webs
Forth from spindles
Our fingertips, really
Our tongues

Wompy jog
all out of whack
Natural philosophy
worth the leap?

I told my doc to talk to the hand
and and he saw a Rolex peek through
A golden eclipse
He said, "I have one too, we have so much in common."

I wear silver teeth

As a metaphor for

How my words are

Second rate

Row Houses

new castles, vinyl sides
dystopian sheets
starched hard
against the earth

in rows like graves
beds made
DIY feng shui
heavy dread

Crap Hound

My baby, my burden
Kept me in check
Had a bulletproof tongue
Mind like a train sans wreck

I'm a crap hound on point,
Baying in the night
Never letting junk spoil,
Mosey, or take flight

King of the blip-stars
Giant-slayer ethics
Southbound brainwaves
Nashville genetics

Planet Hollywood

my heart splits
as West End and Broadway do
two post-quake crusts
deep tissue trauma

and somewhere along life's trip
Planet Hollywood scrammed
And I'd really never fill Travolta's footprints

taking long walks in the strange nights
the air misses the point
Something is right elsewhere

Hopefulness is not a universal
But a proper accident
Naturally

Gem Thief

Virtue skewed
and virtue true
I've got nothing better to do

But ride my bike
and contemplate
read a bit

one time I crushed on a girl
buried beneath the beach
She waved her toes at me

I smiled the sea into her mouth
She felt thorough
I watched some real Gonzo shit go down

Natty light at the helm
Holler at your boy
Something happened then

That can't be pointed out
A deep concern for the immaterial
A deep concern for issues not articulated

But recovered I ain't
And my ship still holds water
Holy buckets!

I Found Dust Beneath Clear Skies

I was swept up in the times
The night I felt the window
And the conversations woosh by
On the flip side

The night the ground and I became very acquainted
The earth hugged me like no Mother before
A thousand aunts couldn't squeeze to death
Like that matronly grip

The pines dripped sap
and shut my eyes
and I found dust
beneath clear skies

Jort Flips

I went mad with acting
Trouped myself into rites
Burnt limbs and chunky yarn
Browned my senses

I glided on lasers to your bedside
And splintered your mind
A smart bomb in deed

My face went crazy
With frothy contortions
And I pretended Chickasaw
Barreled through my veins

I'll circle out slowly til my legs
Cry out Jell-O!
Then I'll heave and spritz the road
With ether and berries

Swimmingly like the boardhouse banquet
We shared in Vegas
I always want to swoop down
On East Tennessee

And smell the freedom
On the knife side
Scope out the edge
Microns across

Slicing the Carolinas
Asunder