Author Archives: byronius

“where-in-forever and godside have you gone to now?” i have gone to where the goblins go below below below then back to bellow mellow yellow loving the tiny frogs twinkly toes in the bright stream mastering the goofy guffaw bounce … Continue reading →

hot days at brackenridge jostling and cracking wise already cement soul helpless was it zilmon was it togo toughs in the neighborhood who destroyed my father the awful life of one-third kind and two-thirds fucking evil the lending of skill … Continue reading →

untied i will sweep home deeper i will go in the center of my life i will not wash away very far from here walking and singing right next to me walking and singing empty i will go in black … Continue reading →

when i was young people going from house to building had to GO OUTSIDE stifled screams at the sight of the yawning sky stars at the bottom of the cliff nothing but air between you upside down and praying for … Continue reading →

revenge blood-soaked forearm-twisted fire eyes flashing canines grim mace grimace voices in the night heart pounding panic settling down to uneasy waiting years of silence checking the toilet in and behind it’s done that way dark mutterings in ear sight … Continue reading →

this part of the utah desert has places you don’t go little ledges under the cliff in the darkness where the reality has worn through crouching over a mountainedge the giant grows small and climbs down to stride into the … Continue reading →

jupiter jumped the hedge ceasar broke the center heels crush the apples in the orchards on the edge when the men behind catch up ceasar is broken on the wheel jupiter is burned alive children spit at them and play … Continue reading →

the play’s the thing and it was a bad night the flats ripped the gaffers gripped and penny from makeup hated her boyfriend so much she made all the men look like mean gorillas and it’s a love story benny … Continue reading →

in 1973 we were living under the freeway in a median triangle where they let the bushes grow there were ten of us, including crazy lou we scurried out in the night to pick the city clean and retreated to … Continue reading →

cloud men grow dark electric crackle sweet breeze air the mass of air rushing over green the world becomes rain godshower pounding down i turn the lights off take off all my clothes and step outside into the pitch black … Continue reading →

given my life by the scatter hand seeds fling through fingers out to damp earth under the redwoods i grow i think i know then the next man shows me up with the new thing scatter hand is gone moved … Continue reading →

holy smack-it man free sentinels roaming dark-cloud land feral loping sentries sniff in the hills for you blood fear dust one place now another tell me this dwight david eisenhower the grocery clerk saw the camps at gotha he cried … Continue reading →

they came boiling out of the hole like a wave ‘o evil and i screamed loose it boys and we did we poured into them like cheese on the nachos billions of ants screaming that high wavering ant scream you … Continue reading →

hurtle through the jungle comuscle ordinate center real solo 1932 new guinea a new man came up jaguar fast smooth faced streaming and trails the fastest that ever lived hunter and father hallucishroom user lover and fighter in the tough … Continue reading →

we lived for a year almost everybody on the 609th islet its perfect water blue to green to beach the best to eat and drink running leaping around swimming diving flying andy and i made a people launcher a thousand … Continue reading →

swinging super cats make the maul hypin’ sweet melody man lurids tenth floor walkup flat bathroom tenement face in the mirror saxaphone bass clarinet drums nothing means anything but the music life a rolling painting behind the lead and catching … Continue reading →

I love the British. I was making fun of myself and my fractured interior voices. I thought deeply about your poem for several days, and it struck a resonant chord in me. My feelings about the USA were formed in … Continue reading →

Churchill: Taken From The Diaries of Lord Moran, pg. 386 — “We had hardly taken our seats when the P.M. said without warning: ‘What other nation in history, when it became supremely powerful, has had no thoughts of territorial aggrandizement, … Continue reading →

heart throat cry eyes knife fear freeze skin air cloud falling one two scuffle scream eyes knife fear freeze window seat low buildings people smell dark blood high victory cries came the wall too fast thunder darkness fire the ground … Continue reading →

andropolopolous let’s sit here in the comfortable chairs the best seats in our little theater here in the center of space the light-year lens is sharp and ready planet speakers in deciphonic we smoke and drink beers whilst sending the … Continue reading →