All the Best Places

All the best places
Have attached somewhere near the door
A no photography sign
Or maybe a camera with a red X

All the best places
Are really, real places and are quiet
People dying tiny deaths inside
Victims of their own demise maybe

The minute they say no
You want it more of course
My shutter fidget twitches
Irritated iris itches

I don’t like being put on a digital diet
I want to eat my fill
To satiate my hungry eyed fear
To fill my belly brain with kicking color

I want to consume all the best places
To clean my plate proper
To leave no experiences left
For the rest of you

Heaven Sent

From Me:

Michael Patrick thank you
For being such a mean kibbles man
Michael Patrick thank you
For showing us where to stand

Michael Patrick is a flamer
Who claims he isn’t gay (claims)
Michael Patrick is insaner (than most)
Just listen to what he has to say

If there is a feather-bed heaven
All sleek and blue and fat
And Michael you are in it
I know that’s not where it’s at

If people like me belong in hell so hotly
Then we will reside in love
My hell-suit will drape me just fine
AAnd your hell will be above

You can judge your angels
For flying with two left wings
And I will polish my hornies
Till I know they will truly sting


!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



From Michael:



THE SOUND OF ZOMBIES

"The halls are alive with the sound of zombies
With drunk-a-logs they have sung for seventy years
The halls fill your brain with the sound of zombies
Your brain wants to explode to every drunk-a-log it hears

Your brain wants to rip the steps to shreds
which rise from the dead & explode into hell
Your stomach wants to “puke” like a zombie that flies
to an AA meeting & the higher power

To laugh at the big book when it trips and falls
oversteppers on its way
To cry through the night like a bill & bob clone

You go to the meetings when your brain is "loony"
I know you will hear what you've heard before
Your heart will be cursed with the sound of zombies
And you'll vomit once more".

Peek_a_Boo

Many of us have said:
So universal to try trust
Taxis drivers will lie to us
Swollen tongues-a-searching
Today’s starry story lynching

There exist many shades of red
Babies’ birth teaches
Peek-a-boo looks a bed
We say a universal game
Round the world the same

No matter where a traveler treads
People try an easier way
Universal sloth
Cut from Darwin’s cloth
We yearn to learn leisure

Many a bed we lay our head
And dream the bright dreams
We think we think our thoughts
Falling snowflakes of desire
Flickering flames of fire

The Lord's Manger

Homeless, sleep most everywhere
Grocery carts precision packed
It’s kinda hard not to stare
Lacking lives in disregard

We love them so in our hearts
Tho’ our heads say they’re bad
We could be pushing those very carts
The fact we aren’t makes us glad

They don’t ask for help from us
Just money for the high
I shake my head and simply sigh
They sleep in the lord’s manger

Animals don’t want to live this way
Animals want food and shelter
Cold concrete’s a rock hard stay
To see this makes me sad

We all don’t choose their fate
Waiting for death to cut us hard
Because their pain is so very great
The poor men’s souls are scarred

Please pray for Michael Patrick he is sick:

This note I published on the nutcase blogger who posted all the craziness on my innocuous poem "Fallen Skies" below. For kicks/laughs check his sad ass out! I left what he said as an everlasting testimony to his overall poorness, I challenged him to do the same, if the lord can give him the courage. HA!

http://micky-clontarf.blogspot.com/

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Michael Patrick,

You are one very screwed up, judgmental, nutcase my friend. Your insanely bitter, hateful rants are so evil and off base they are comical. I left them on my blog; I want to see if you are man enough to reciprocate. I want everyone to see what you are. I could spend more time putting you down, but in my opinion your own words do so better than anything I could possibly invent. I turned on moderation on my comments just because you took up so much room; you really put some effort into it.

When I explain to people at times what is wrong with religion, and especially the Catholic Church, when I reiterate that the church ran Europe for a 1000 years and that time in human history is known as the Dark Ages, nothing explains that quicker than you. There is no one I can think of to drive more people away, more quickly, from the loving teachings of Jesus Christ than you, Michael. I have read the bible quite thoroughly, and to me Christ represents love and understanding, kindness and peace, you represent the opposite. You are not the anti-Christ because you just are not smart enough to wear that mantle; you are just a self-important, tiny, bully is all.

Amazing my poems are reaching clear to Australia and eliciting such passion, thanks. Ed

Fallen Skies

Fallen skies, dream me gray
My lord, my soul to pray
Fall leaves, straining sunbeams, holding fast
Honeymoon moments, seeming too good to last

Woodsmoke, football and graveyard’s bounce
Windswept darkness, character building drills
Holiday specials, prettily poised to pounce
Summer she long gone, no hot weather thrills

Seasons change for their reason
Enveloping fog as cold dead breath
Hard headed shorts wearing heathen
We rhyme away time for winter’s death

All hail the stinging hail!
Swirling leaves with lightning pepper
The morning dog walk would try a leper
Remember us spring and do not fail!

In the Pink

Pulling the feeder with dogged determination
Deliberately wrenching wretched restraints
Tail a headless sweeping serpent

Head aloft sampling the wondrous wafts of wind
Of dogshit, shine-ola and stagnant sleeping souls
Wise-eyed quivering with nasal anticipation

Teeth to sharpen, splintering furniture wood and bone
Running crazy circuits, with muscles to hone
Waiting watchfully for the excess success

Monitoring miniscule mice-like movements
Day dreaming with canine cunning
Of squeaks, sirens and stars shinning silently

Brown-eyed-baby lusting for snacks
Glass reflections strangely startle
Boastful barking black, hair raised attacks

Hark! Jingling jangling keys of free!
Bark! Bouncing of the beckoning bye-bye
Wriggling, peeing thrills to be!!

Machine Gun Girl

Does the names of all the pierceable parts
Roll off your pin-tamed tongue
Machine-gun girl?

Blood running down your face,
your desirous rush,
your spattered pearls?

Desiring difference so disco desperately
Whirling,
writhing ,
sameness of sight
The flailing arms and lipstick legs of love
Gnashing gnarly whinnying whites

Hopeful still, slightly shocking, the wanton laddy,
fodder for gawking?
Lurid lace, two girls kissing, MySpace
The Spanish Mohawk weirdly foo-foo fluff?

Should your baited breath, sing dirges of death?

Are you riding to battle, in downtown Seattle,
outlaw-biker gang colors enough?
The tribal tattoo, a Halloween fool

A child’s dream, of being rough, tuff and sure enough, tattered stuff

Thorny mast, past full bloom
A 24-7 bastion of ball-busting fusion
A cacophony cart wheeling confusion
Too much trying, too tragically hip

With pouty ,poor, little punctured-ass lips

Stormy Whispers

From Him:



As a scheming child
When the storm grew dangerously dark
The brazen wind shifting shamelessly
I would sneak outside
To crawl in my red wagon

For my mast I had a splendid bamboo pole
My giggling hands found it insanely suitable
A blanket served as sail
The wind whipped me wild
What fun for me!

Wagon wheels screamed and so did I
As I contemplated future mysteries
Delighted, in the knowing, that someday
I would no longer have be childish
Confident, in learning all-powerful big-people magic

I could explore many matters of my making
Like little girls
I had cute kissed nearby neighbor Laura Hamlin
Her blonde mouth tasted oddly, salty sweet
But I liked it in some inescapable, inexplicable way

I knew these girls had something cooking
Working feverishly to figure it out
Playing Doctor to explore their nakedness
Were they an acquired taste?
What in hell did it all mean?

And now I see your appraising gaze
From your learned, limpid, lake-like eyes
Your festive hair
Your nubile twisting body
Ripe with ecstatic, esoteric girl knowledge

Now no wagon can thrill me with a scare
No furtive sail can pull me through the air
Before I was forgetfully fine, ricocheting down the hall
Now, lately, I am lacking and a little lonely
When you are not there

The mysterious sameness of powerful promises
Thoughts simmering on low heat
Halloween winds whistle near
Deliciously, you are salty sweet
As you whisper stormy kisses in my ear




From Her:

I invite you to girl-world
never giving you the password
or code
or handshake
but you are not blinded by this secrecy
but a welcome guest....


just as I amlearning to be a woman
at the touch of your lips,
hands
mind

The Uncatchable Fish

The uncatchable fish
Truly a river god
A wonder
So very proud of his longevity
His radiant fins skull slowly

Has he graduated at the top of his class?
Has he built a robust business?
Does he have a trophy wife?
Is he a quoted author?
No

Though he bested the one who has
He has beat the one who is
He wears his scars proudly
In his piscatorial perfection

When younger, just a sprat really
He would jump into things greedily
He wanted to be first
To grab the prize and run

But the sting of sharp realization
Has made him philosophical
He has become methodical
A bit of a sage really

The most beautiful yellow mayfly
Is just one of many for the tasting
The most perfect tidbit
Is another’s bitter pill of destruction

Time is on his side
Look twice and bite once he has learnt
Think about what you are doing
And why you are doing it

Is the timing right?
If not turn your back and walk away
The early bird doesn’t get the worm
The early bird gets nailed to a wall

The youngsters come and go
Many don’t stay long enough to create an impression
Just blurs of color and motion
They think they are indestructible….HA!

Just Words

As I lay in bed I miss you and I think of all the things you bring to my life
Sometimes I don’t feel like I can express it
So I say I love you
And hope for the best

So much warmth
And humor and closeness and intimacy
When you left and the show was still on and I thought about watching it
But is seemed weird without you

Things like movies don’t seem like movies anymore
Unless I can share them with you
Sometimes I am mad I didn’t meet you earlier
We most likely would have a couple kids now

But if a 25 year old You was injected into the life of a 33 year old Me
We would still be drinking
And most likely get divorced and hate each other
Although it would seem awful hard to hate you

Maybe you have come along at the perfect time
Maybe it was all planned by God
I am just really glad it happened
And I wish I could tell you how glad

But I can’t my words are too little
And so I try and show you many different ways
And tell you I love you
And hope for the best

Is Death Like Sleeping?

Is heaven like dreaming?
Has jelly-roll jesus
Rough hewn my suite

Holy hand wrought
Before human thought
A delicious golden teat

Is life like cheating
Crawling creeping charm
Jitterbug in haste

Is death like sleeping
So very chocolate warm
Give me her to taste

Quaking nervous moments
Chiding my higher power
Purple lost and dour

Sleepiness of aches
Painful pill to take
Waking the wrong hour

The narrow hissing road
Tongue testing tear
Biting streams of thirst

Will they help you if you ask?
Will they reach you if you grasp
When you’re at your very worst

Let me close my eyes
To dive dark inside
Swimming through the heat

As I lie down beside her
Let me smell her hair
For someday we shall meet

We will kiss each other’s mouths
We will arch each other’s brows
Forever we will sleep

Birthday Girl

We meet mid-kitchen hardwood’s embrace

Ensuing of furious fumbling
Kiss killing the passionate persistence
Winnowing the want of hunger

Glancing the godforsaken glass
With my impatient toothy keys
Listening for soundless vibrations
Seeking, the peering peeking person

As your face appears like the quarter moon vanilla sky

Towely, wet and wild you prance forth!
Making my heart skip, stutter-step, stop
Splendidly, nature naked
Dripping with delicious delight
Stair-stepping travel tossing tussle

Bed-blinded with cool cotton’s caress

I rock forward, into you
Your warm wetness welcomes
Soft sounds surrender spicy skin
Mysterious sameness overwhelms

Intelligent innocence incarnate

Calm comfort comes a calling
Leaving you still sleeping soundly
In your welcoming, wantonly warm, bed

And in leaving, know you there, happy in the knowing
Bordered by the black-blind deaf- dog
The many-wrecks road home curves to entwine me
Assiduous asphalt assaults
Feeling the lonely disconsolation

Of being apart from my love

Darwin's Painting

Darkly sweating, sultry secrets
Blues and greens without color
Fairies fly, with fine honed fury
A film Noir clicking, sounds of mother

Wet woods dripping, leaves of love
Choking, uncombed, manes of moss
Natures’ hell-bent, heaving, breast
Swirling mist, and all the rest

Creatures live, and creatures perish
Maslow’s hierarchy, it never varies
Demented desires, a desperate dash
They tried, they died, they did their best

They run weeping, so death afraid
The blood of innocents, slowly seeping
So very rich and ruby red
Brutally ballistic, the hunger fed

God believes in Darwin’s painting
The labyrinth still stands, slowly gaining
They faint, they fade, they fail, they fall
Angelic, chaste, clean and crimeless

Big People Magic

As a scheming child
When the storm grew dangerously dark
The brazen wind shifting shamelessly
I would sneak outside
To crawl in my red wagon

For my mast I had a splendid bamboo pole
My giggling hands found it insanely suitable
A blanket served as sail
The wind whipped me wild
What fun for me!

Wagon wheels screamed and so did I
As I contemplated future mysteries
Delighted, in the knowing, that someday
I would no longer have to be childish
Confident, in learning all-powerful big-people magic

I could explore many matters of my making
Like little girls
I had cute kissed nearby neighbor Laura Hamlin
Her blonde mouth tasted oddly, salty sweet
But I liked it in some inescapable, inexplicable way

I knew these girls had something cooking
Working feverishly to figure it out
Playing Doctor to explore their nakedness
Were they an acquired taste?
What in hell did it all mean?

And now I see your appraising gaze
From your learned, limpid, lake-like eyes
Your festive hair
Your nubile twisting body
Ripe with ecstatic, esoteric girl knowledge

Now no wagon can thrill me with a scare
No furtive sail can pull me through the air
Before I was forgetfully fine, ricocheting down the hall
Now, lately, I am lacking and a little lonely
When you are not there

The mysterious sameness of powerful promises
Thoughts simmering on low heat
Halloween winds whistle near
Deliciously, you are salty sweet
As you whisper stormy kisses in my ear

Growing with the Speed of Pain

Contentment coupled anticipation
Heavy frost clear-headed crispness
Warbling birds wafting coffee
A hammered-gold Jesus killer fucking day

To have such an open-ended wonder
Kneeling before me like a pregnant moose
Presenting a vast foreign country to expectantly explore
At this moment in time, in this new state

Addled addiction squats in the basement
It snuffles and scratches hungrily
Peaking under the door, it mutedly mutters
With its ever present effrontery

Feeling furious, sounding powerful, smelling betrayal
Like a food stuffed snoring dog
Indeed
It dreams cunning dreams

Thinking of breaking into a running trot
Wanting to get started no caring direction in mind
To leap face first and sink my teeth in
To this new tasty meat

Itching to speak
But no one or nothing to say it to
Growing with the speed of Pain
Thank you for my new country

Wet World

On Haines Wharf's ancient spine
The timbers would hop and jump squealing with pain
Of various vehicles long remembered
Sea salt smell and boat motors blue smoke
Ever-greedy sea gulls gliding

In the back, in a "off limits to public” place
By the small shake shack, with opaque wizened windows
Where the boat lift motor was haphazardly lounging
With murky mysterious mixtures milling about in rusty cans
And old tools and rags of course

There was a large crack amongst the boards
And peering through this rent in the pier
A door to a watery world was opened
The information revealed varied with the tides,
The sunlight, the weather and nature's perversity

Once, a huge school of piling perch had gathered
They had bunched up in a fixed formation
Sculling in shaded standstills
Slowly, silently, they slipped along the sand
Revealing the secrets of their species

I never studied schoolwork more studiously
Spying intently how they ate
Visually separating the blue perch from the silver
Whispering to my buddy Brock
As if they could hear our impish intentions

Imagining shallow water stealth spookiness
Instead of fat contentment
It seemed like a Rockwell black-and-white print
Piscatorial perfection
Until all hell broke loose when hooked

The blurs of fat fighting furies
Stumbling, squirming, yelling to stay connected
Threading the beauty into steaming sunlight
Into our world
Of secret smiles and crayon color

Silver sides shivering with sparkling scaled stripes
Miracles of cunning creation for us to touch
A true wet wonderment
We exchanged an intimate knowledge
Until we sadly kissed them and sent them home

My Addiction

Like licking honey
off a sharp knife
my addiction

Sinful eyes of want
soul searing need
loving affliction

She whispers prayers
in the night
to salt my dreams

As an animal
cinnamon-sweet
carnal screams

So true and clear
her black-green
jealous heart

She claws my back
she draws my blood
she tears me apart

she beckons
pain to vanish
my addiction