New type thing
Noon is a time for heart, but
predawn is all canine
Reminding you of
all the cowards you've been
and not nearly enough angel
I have thrown so many
thoughtless fists to the dim lit air
as to blacken both of god's eyes
fighting to pull profound
out of 2:30's greedy a.m. teeth
Dayligh
is their little vengeanc
God damn you your afternoon
Death
regardless of its speed
is always sudden
Cruel and quick
My fear is tha
I will be struck down
at the dull end of 3pm
gasping ashes, lightning-less
statuefied and only rus
where the eyes should be
The undertow o
all of last year's mornings
is still pulling at my feet
but
I ain't going back
To think one can
run so fast you will
change the direction of
tides past is hindsight logic
reverse engineered and
that ain't progress, just
suicide anachronistic
I will not be burie
before I'm dead
I can't quit this bloodstream
holy boilin
caffeine and neon
I got a club foot
kicking behind my incisors
A hunchbacked tongue, beautifully
awkward and dripping with vocabulary
carved out of evenfall, like
this city's field hollers sung
out of spraycans
Lawless and sanctified
Pie eyed Noon disciples
have dismissed Night an
all its shadows as
The Devil's Coward Smoke
judged its stillness to be the
perfect grindstone for
his sin nimble fingers
But Lucifer's other alias
is a star fallen in daylight
My God
lives in grafitti born moonfall
and we are wed, bound by
the same pin burning punctured sky
that delivered us both
A marriage made not
in Heaven or Hell, but
in Love, a citizen of neither
Hell knows not of i
and Heaven too perfec
to allow it.
In every dusk, I
wake again erratic
awkward holy vocabulary
Burning blessed
lawless and sanctified, shouting
prophet crazed until The Dawn
sets my body to walking while
my essence goes back to zero
waiting infant new
for the dark
11:38 pm
September 24th, 1975
I emerged screaming
into the night
I guess you could say
I was born to it