omens

do little
be more than you can be
you are my little bone machine
turbo speed and free arrow heart
the nectar of the hive
mindfulness of spirit,
fear of the hornet,
thrower of the dark,
ransom awaits
move forward
do little.

Dear Diary,
Today was the worst. Somebody said that I wasn't cool. Not to my face, but indirectly. BEHIND MY BACK. I try not to think of the past too much - of people that I've hurt or how I've been hurt and embarrassed. No looking back. No back tracking. No tracing history. There's only one direction to move - FORWARD. Mars to space jerk: I am cool. I am as cool as I think I am. You are a tool. You are also getting fat. So fuck off.

purple rocker with a green mohawk statue

There is something there
There is nothing there
Where did everyone go?
You are so irritating 
A virus
You suck up my friends
You turn them in to piglets
Squeal for me piggy!
Reet reet reet!
Oh take me down already
Down to the sewer 
The belly of the beast
I'm twisting and turning all night
Whatever the end is
Whenever the end comes
Welcome it


I'm hungry
I'm full
I'm tired
I'm rested
Circles left to run round themselves
Where is my soul?
Around the corner?
Hanging amongst last week?
Next week?
Where is that girl?
The one with the frizzy hair?
I liked her.
I'd jump off a bridge with her.
A means to a romantic end.


Oh darling don't be so dramatic
Fix your problems, choose to love and shit.
It takes effort.
(Why am I lazy, why am I so lethargic?)
I'd like to try.
I do try.
(So why so much trouble, a constant battle?)
Hoola hoops jumping through flaming hoola hoops
Am I not a son of Amber?
No. 
Just Earth and all of her children.
Get up, get out, get lost.
I'm losing it.


Where does the sidewalk end?

4th Planet Blues

I've got a ball jar full of dust
In this city built on rust
When I don't know who to trust
I put my faith in the sun
I am a marble rolling 'round this town
Red and gold with hints of brown
When I don't know up from down
I put my faith gravity
I am a Martian through and through
With nobody to relate to
When I'm feeling blue
I put my faith in red

daybreak prayer

Tree dance high in air
Golden green furry creature
Be my breath today

Martian Poetry

• • honey suckle sweet the sound of my feet the 

    humming of passing cars
    the pavement heat the buzzing of flies upon these streets of Mars
    I be here the calendar boy setting dates throughout the year
    festivals and holidays to drink our Martian beer
    the sands they shift from red to gold and then a dusty bronze 
    the date is set the game well played upon Olympus Mons
    Oh the myth of Martian green and truth in Martian red
    our blood is thick after dark in our Martian beds

Sunday

Here we are.
Time recedes. Sands of time.
Tell me why. Tell me how.
You can see so clearly?

Its all up in the air anyways.
1,000,000 red balloons looming overhead.
Ready to pop.

Bucket o' Chum

In the dark of the night
you become the light
at the end of a tunnel 
a pin prick hole

Semi-conscience 
half alive
breathing inward
the smoke clears
the Earth explodes

So quickly
So eagerly
so strangely 
we move