Hell Stain Gun

Handle fits the hand aiming at the chest
Heavy enough to give that sense of death
Each bullet a friend discussing politics
On the coffin top coffee table

Shameless trigger finger
Dares itself into pressure
The injured lay drained humm 
Under the hell stain gun 

The blast spoke atrocity
It cursed out loud so rapidly
faster than an insult's sting 
Body shakes spirit leaves

Killer looks away simply reloads
attempts to forget that last plea groan
heart oppressed makes the blood in cold veins run
Blood splatter indelible mark on the hell stain gun

Strict Artist

 Ten Million dollar house
Roll out antique bragging wheel
some neighbors remain flushed
inside a trance of admiration

His art was keen
Most ate straight from his hand
His son went hungry
Or fed just enough... To continue a legacy

Some neighbors burn with envy
Never raising their lot
overdraught more real
purchasing themselves

His art was cruel
often selling for hundreds and thousands
Fans ate out of his palm
His son found the coolness of a shadow

One he would wear
That boasted late teenage resignation
in his father´s quasi realism portraits
Til the last painting was sold

The he needed to reinvent himself
from the pale surface
The shadow had left

God's coffin prank

 God pokes the sharp end of the coffin into my ribs
I said not yet, let me still linger a bit
Coffin´s between his fingers
It's no real effort

He spits out a few decades longer
says- go live it for my sake
I nod but my kidney aches

I said is my old man up there with you
he said- you'll just have to come up and face him
I said please old lord save me a place
He said, you'll save your own

The coffin fell from heaven and shattered in two
I used the lid to serve my dinner
and the box for a garden planter

The wakeful way

 heart floats
How beautiful life truly is
suave in sleep dreaming
dawn a lick of molasses

Wake and I´m renewed fresh

Thank you for the stomach 
everything it digests
several heartbeats loud
slick eyebrows raised

wake and who am I the mouth uttered

A mode expression and eating tool
a constant apparatus that begs cleaning
Though thankyou for it
I'll keep it on my face pretend I have a choice

wake and I thirst coffee

Not a sane thirst but a body kicking
brainblasting need for the black water
mascavo sugar and concoction
Then I'm off to the screen to drain myself into the miniscule me

The one only the weekend I let see

Giraffes on the second floor

 On the second floor of the building
the drunk animals lounged
all of them stroppy giraffes
necks, grins and knee jerk reactions

Big step and I would be in their domain
The merciless would kneecap them and be done
But I had to turn the lights off and sneak through
Big necks and limbs in the darkness

spreading across the floor and all up those ceilings
curvy and clumsy and uttering satisfies long wooos
smelling like damp jungles and homeless sweat
I got to the other side of the building

Each animal cried out in the darkness
Maybe they strayed from their parent too early
born out of a flappy wet bag of jelly
from fetal bliss to confused wobbly sprints

across the savanah except this wasn't savanah
it was the second floor.

Cleaning the goat off my hands

 We go to clean ourselves in the bathroom
The tap spills a goat that squirms and squeals
as it hits the blinding white porcelain
merging with plural goats and sliding

The metallic ring the echo hello and goodbye
As the plural goat flows electrically over it
down into the dark dirty drain the forever cavity
Carried away by itself in volume hopeless

but the goat doesn't look back in lament
It is not dependent on some preview to darkness
It only bleets over porcelain and confused speed
The phantasmagoria inside the drain growing

The goat's strange rectangular pupils expand
Yet the goat's response is lackadaisical
the light pouring in from the above opening
Lighting up the morbid infestations

The accumulated scum embedded with parasitic eggs
Slightly bulging and twitching struggling to crack
The further down the goat falls the more complex the rot
Food chain of overly taloned and toothed scavengers and predators

Effort in all measures

 The body hardens
The cords are pulled
weights are pushed
Fat slowly dissolves

Ship your gratitude
to places where it reflects
where it has permission to return
And work on yourself tirelessly

The strain of each day
Each repetition toward failure
Each drop of sweat
Each meaningless effort

Effort that we have accrued meaning to
effort that tells it's own story
upon the health and body
upon your knack for thanks

The body hardens
Evil subsides
hidden knowledge
will visit and leave like a brief guest

Life is pulled
life is pushed
The heaviness of it all
Vigor as virtue come sculpted through painful effort