Category Archives: Poetry

gilgamesh defied the god and butchered the cedars of lebanon bringing famine drought and death to the fertile crescent but satan lives in every epoch and gilgamesh has returned as gilgabush he does as his father in hell and slaughters … Continue reading →

slippery on the green rocks my master roars wet air carries the bolt and pushes it on sell the green leaves for a survival slavery the carving of wood the shaping of stone similar men to i jumping over ridges … Continue reading →

don’t be sad it was only a pyrrhic victory they don’t know life like you and i why the wasteland of tears and regret? we will come together in a field of roses it’s just a long walk to california … Continue reading →

ah, blucipherous don’t be so sad diebold was a’brewin’ and freedom was spewin’ all over the stained carpet of our lovely ’71 Chevy Monza with the fake tailpipes we call a country it was never o.k. not ever except inside … Continue reading →

liquid love and poured into a glass a captive angel like a stricken bird but she was not stroked by death a bit of the penumbra and all for a penny in the yellow garden with a sash stains of … Continue reading →

and then, my friend we hugged that wall hugged it like it was life helicopters and roamers dogs and machines and we bit at each other from fear leadless unpart nervous like the little plain pack of great grandma twenty … Continue reading →

it is akin to love this life i saddle down to ride gautama into the nothing night i wish you all the best my lovers all those whom i have known a speck of love is greater than a nuclear … Continue reading →

often others question me and so i just fall down sometimes i breathe funny when i forget this stuff moonies. i don’t like ‘em they don’t like me look up there! that’s a trick i like movies alien squishies no … Continue reading →

i awaken to the promise of a new morning with a million suns dawning in my head like natives hauling my brain cells around in canoes and navigating the stream of consciousness the radio intrudes and i begin the reckoning … Continue reading →

thorvald and the falling stones do you remember that one? out in the valley the air stretches for miles and he flies happy hopping proud strong fellow smart eyes and practiced calm he’s top of the world here underneath it’s … Continue reading →

scatter down platypus and rage on tecumseh a star has fallen on the ground ancient campfire history is mystery and out of the mists strides the shaman there was a time before he was born when hearts blazed like pieces … Continue reading →

so right here there’s six things two are: impressions of the organic tide from a point in space looking down on earth the agonies and ecstasies of the mortals from spider stories to squid glories parent to child and then … Continue reading →

now at gymnastics my ten year old is a lemur leaping a cheetah chasing a spider spanning and oh how I long for the innocence here but tomorrow gone! beware the burglar for when we sleep the tumblers are turned … Continue reading →

diggers don’t dig they dig everything eyes as bright as the flowers in their hair this summer they face down a police brigade twenty thousand flowers in the air god sent us down his only son his name was abbie … Continue reading →

I would love to be a hero carrying the banner of truth in protest of the big lie I would love to oppose the architects of war and tyranny and oh how they hate anyone who’s not a redneck I … Continue reading →

reinhold horst from essen writes: “HELLO JUPITERSHEEP!” found the website and downloaded everything now happy to listen all day to the deep ocean of a dead band he wants more history more more more please well, hold on to your … Continue reading →

where youth holds the illusion of immortality old age falls for the mirage of death she of the sargassum is too old to be seduced by the heart too young to stumble into imaginary graveyards she is pulled by neither … Continue reading →

the taste of orange cream soda standards flapping in the afternoon wind i found myself walking through the county fair backwards, with large white feet the ferris wheel diesel roars and the happy patrons flung into the clouds, scream joy … Continue reading →

love comes as a surprise in the milky dawn of waking you are so strange and murky as you commute the distance of my desire silent are the stories traced by fingers and toes breasts and buttocks the bedsheets are … Continue reading →

tarp came up out of grants so i stopped and re-hitched everything and went for a dixie queen screen door slams and shirra says: ‘hey bert, where’d ya get the shirt?’ that’s damned old, shirra, i said coffee coffee i’m … Continue reading →