Good luck (escaping karma’s wheels)!

November 9, 2013

STEAL YA FACE

Death is a body, alive… on you, in you,

just you. You can

have it. Have the sag & drool &

fat and puss and “wish I was prettier”

“wish I was fitter”… frame

your ticket stubs.

Hold them dear.

They’ll let you

back into the gates

while I stay low

waiting for it

to end. Take it.

Have another helping.

And another.

More than you could ever count, dropping

in & out & in &… the fishes and loaves

are crumbcake

compared to this trip…

and to think, they’ll ask why

it’s my last go at the table.

Sorry Ma,

but I won’t

be home for Thanksgiving next year.

HDW

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Ill-iter-ATE

October 7, 2013

the life,

the seed we think of making

magic with, the most incredible stone of the sorcerers’…

a stunt of vasoconstriction…

dilated pupils…

red to purple shit…

Pills!

where are you? pay us!

Shove It!

Shakemongers… strange changers… little lassy love children… come on and lets

fucking

fight!

Until anger is easy…

easier than love or respect or patience or magic or shit nothing else…

til these people believe in what they see…

what they hear…

what they want…

wanting hate hearing death believing in the white man’s agenda… fuck your

water towers & pussy stations… display cases… fucking Southern fuck assholes… if you knew the steel they laid down in Gary, in Chicago…

holy hoy ey como va your fat mouth would shut!

taco suck fucker!

HOT SAUCE!

CAILENTE!

DONE TIL DINNER!

magic waverings from sideways fans… sick piss-pool explorers… yikes…

YIKES!

Lullaby

August 8, 2013

Invariably man’s process will fail, dystopic & unhinged
Children’s children will curse their daddy’s seeds
For the lie
For the smile
From us

Fire it up- HDW

August 8, 2013

images

when I bet the ponies

this weekend

I’ll probably drink,

probably,

and let the ladies make

the picks.

Because thats where the magic lies

down

down

way

AND fucks real good, sweaty around

the turn

the gate

the whip…

bloody in the heart,

light in the wallet,

darkness in their eyes.

RUN!

RUN YOU MOTHERFUCKER!

RUN IT OUT!

But I shouldn’t stand up

scream so loud

spit,

I shouldnt do any of it since the winners

win,

the losers

lose… I cant do any of it different.

Neither can they,

those running motherfuckers…

RUN!

RUN IT OUT!

I shouldnt yell but I still do

and forever will

because silence

is

for the

dead and deaf and

I’m

neither.

(trust a drug, not a person)

Never will be,

forever yelling,

YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!

RUN!

Morse Code Monday

July 29, 2013

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stow-away-bottles in glass’d wine, messages seal’d seem

like an easy out,

a VIABLE

OPTION…

“Come save us!”

 

at least you’re not asking for help…

 

an excellent sort of FUCK OFF,

MOTHERFUCKERS!

to this whole

scene.

your chances are better, then, more

than

ever now… your odds

are worth the while to calculate

 

Shoot flares!

Go west doggy!

You’ve got it made!

We’ll find you!

Dreams

die when nasty little

girls wake up

and play dress with their

dolls…

breastfeeding babies to

death.

 

Seal the corks & forget

about all your sins

as your best friends

wank it

into infinity.

 

You’ll be following! Parading!

S.O.S.

HDW

TODAY THE UNIVERSE SHIPPED ME A BROWN PAPER PACKAGE OF WATER

July 25, 2013

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Hollow words, when they show up

under your pen

in your breath

around your head

you go looking for awls, a trephine

TO BREAK OPEN

your head. Your skull… past thickness, depths, mire

TV commercials & evening newsreels.

Where the fuck did they come from?

You want to GOUGE OUT these empty puffs, set them

ablaze &

return them to their rightful owners,

digitalismos tatoo’ing cell phones

on their palms

& little girls who haven’t

begun

to

menstruate.

Firefly backdrops…

Once you listen, once

you hear… no canvas stays blank.

 

The fuckers roam buffalo everywhere!

 

First moves made to hate, until we shuffle

to understanding… it’s not your fault,

baby… they did it.

Art was here.

But not

anymore.

Not anyless.

Not unless we let them take it, and

replace it

with

their

word(s).

HDW

Take a bite…

July 17, 2013

jc post 7.16

LOTUSOMAMOSUTOL

HDW

by the wayside lights, we came to night

on a seamy side of things.

but with its help, weak cries past hell

breaking our one last link

to wallets & watches, 5 course affairs

apparition appearances

that we all wear, that we all want

but no mirrors stand to stare…

SHE javelins us out past divisions of mind

to dance, to dwell

resacralized gardens wait quiet, a seed

to fall… it fell

naked, birth with no sound.

While we ate dreams

of peace

circle’d round, round & round…

 

For the watchers…

June 23, 2013

JC Post 6.23

The Watchers-HDW

June 23, 2013

watching watchers watching, waiting

for a trip over the curb

for a shoelace to snap

for a wife to call & scream “i’m leaving”

and for a doctor to whisper “you’re boy’s dead”…

the watchers, a wide eye’d ARE YOU OK? at

first, at first…

then a smile, around the corner, away

from you

from love

from life… aligned with demon

stars & for-profit educators…

the watchers, waiting, smiling…

never done

a goddamn.

Buk might dig this one…

June 22, 2013

HDW- Prometheus

All I’ll have are these pages, this

pen and these words, that look

on your face as

you

go

on and on and on, looking. I made

the maze funny,

but not for you.

For me.

Because this is all I have.

Fuck

You.

The cheese never existed.

The smell,

was in your head.