East Side Blues

The black sap bleed slow,

Casting a mask over the sea.

Men scramble to Intervene,

The darkness keeps creeping,

Blossoming from that ventrical.

Watch it float, and seep to shore

Have we cut too deep? Would

a tourniquet cease the flow?

Have we cut too deep? It pours

like a spring, moving east,

Ghostly whole, Complete

Disaster, Well deserved, in deed.

Note on The Colony, TX

Dead Flowers sit, brittle and Idle,

with buds that never blossomed

bending stems that never bridled

the powerful hydration from roots

unseen, stationary in the soil,

prolly coiled up with competition

made to spoil,

in its selfish repetition of survival,

cause that brown, brittle, deceased

lay next to lively leaves

that must have meddled up the water,

blooming canteloupe petals and lavender lashes,

All clashing in the sunlight that established such life.

Notes in Lawrence, Kansas

An alley shaded,

cool vibrations

celebrating today,

gracing the drone and hum

with creation and music,

shelter from the storming sun.

This alley is a path between points

connecting two veins,

collaborating spaces,

making them one.

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A black tongue from the joe,

Black lungs from the smoke,

71 in the shade that's blacker than the day,

The sun in this city lifts me,

these trees inspire.

I breathe easily in lieu of those lights

on big buildings, monoliths and gravities

ever stretching me thin, exhausting smog

roasting my skin, the sun in that city harassed me.

A black tongue and black lungs back home

is a taste of escape from the machine.

Here, i'm not suffocating,

welcomed by open skies,

hopeful people living

To live,

Not waiting to die

Stick this needle in my mother and bleed her slow...

Ammonia, The sweet violent

Aroma that makes me cringe...

Beach Umbrellas, Boats,

Cameras, and Curtains

Dolls and Dyes, Fun for the eyes,

Expunge each drop of purpose further

Down the drain for relocation,

Elsewhere, Out of sight,

So it will no longer be a problem. :)

Artificial Turf,

Candles, Crayons,

Credit Cards,

Waxy oil made to burn,

Ballpoint Pens and Rubber Cement.

Electrical Wiring Insulation,

Faucet Washers, Detergents,

Car Battery Cases, Auto Parts,

Carpets, Dice, and Disposable Diapers,

Deodorants, caulk,

Rubbing alcohol.

Fishing Rods, Fishing Lines, Fishing Lures,

For recreation, skim off into clean waters

Leaving traces of their altered states behind.

Food Preservatives and packaging

Ravage conservation, to the point

that I am asking of its origins, extinction.

Every house on every path,

hath held such disposables with reason,

Multiplied, Multiplied, Multiplies

Every season, every region exponential,

wasting the potential.

Cosmetics,

for the reflection fanatics,

Hair Color for the strange,

Hair Curlers for the straight,

Lip Stick colors faint tips, while

Polish follows suit on nails,

Perfume ruminates on sweetly,

Hosiery makes skin even neatly,

All to cover such vains as those

that show beneathe thin skins

and Poses.

Hand Lotion, yes,

It smooths your touch,

Shampoo Chemically bathes

Your hair. Dead Fiber gets the

Pharoah treatment, as is such

Our habits, we dare.

Toothpaste Whitens,

Signs of Purity are useful,

Petroleum Jelly shines em

Like pearls, Blindingly bright,

A helluva sight, if your smiling at me.

Hearing Aids and Heart Valves,

Artificial limbs,

Anesthetics, Antiseptics,

Bandages and aspirin.

Insecticides and eye glasses,

All provide the comforts from austerity,

Indeed, Treating symptoms of the ever

Present, Never Future-thinking Being.

A Cortisone is what we need- Oh No!

We're still picking from that tree!

Linoleum is made to soothe.

Milk Jugs, Trash Bags,

Garden Hose and Glue,

Upholstery, Water Pipes,

Shaving Cream and Shoes,

All make one, the home, and run

Along with you each day.

You're carrying that weight

And just throwing it away.