IDIOT
KING

“JOHN LENNON'S NO REPLY”

I think I understand this nuance

That chauffeurs her polarity.

I am the Hurricane, William's Tempest

In all its bastard zealotry, bluest

Bolts screamed as a German diatribe

in search of a lightning rod.

But her poetry is glacier,

Mammoth bending erosion,

Carving valleys, trimming

Continents, emasculating

Mountains with a millennium

Breath.

My poetry wars with Time,

Her poetry deceives it.

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“BAD GIRLS”

Big fat tome in my car

Couldn't handle the heat and submits

Powdered exit not enough

Throwing 'Thank You's' like fountain pity-pence

Best thing is I ain't really bothered

Release-Release! See ya, wouldn't wanna be ya!

KA-TA, TA-KA, KA-TA...

Chamber door rapping:

“grab your shit, we're going for a ride”

Garbo-garb fit for the sport

Ambitiouz Eyez & pocketful of Hail Mary's

Black-tongued Master Fiend prowls in ultra-dark

Leash is off this last night on Earth

Runner Bando, dap welfare

Anecdotes fantastic so far

My sledgehammer vogue

Take the smile & shoot

BANG. BANG. BANG.

UFO Blue

Abduction Again

Imminent Fangs

I-Think-

I-Know-

What-Is-

About-To-

C O N T A C T

familiar feeling

but more familiar

than last time

making last time

not last time but

this time actually

first time ever

Must've been doing something or

Other before I decided to take a

Seat & start playing 'cat games'

Magic words are traps that cut

Little chains in the breast box

And yours was the best one so far:

“Dada.”

Brilliant stuff. Truly terrific.

Turn down excitement, the viper-vein

Buddha breaths + mantra mind

Get the rogue eyelash outta here

So we can continue our foxhunt

The close encounter born too late

Morrow priority executes evening

Nose twitch picking up currents

Aux baton handoff emit positive charge

I think I wrote you into existence.

Just like last time?                        It wasn’t like last time?

Better than last time?                             When was last time?

I think I've been writing about you all year.

tenet alpha is mystery, gospel of unexpected, just waiting in the next, staring at me, out of reach, mai 68 didn't go far enough, us do opposite, forbidding forbid forbidden, allowing allow allowed, duchamp paint orgasm, situationist situation-ship, lunch-time wandering, destroyer dérive,

…Some Thing Happening…

…Some Thing Happened…

I need you Night Queen

I need your Past like a bullet in my back

I need your Blood running from my nose

I want to blow up the World with you

I'm Bizarro, reverse of the S but bloody blue

& you are Malevolence

The bright-eyed eclipse with a poison kiss

The Black Ram rises,

To break a zodiac status quo,

Primed to reave, to savage,

Horns & hooves on display

I'm not ready but I don't care

The music is just too good

:You own my attention:

:Spitfire corrodes even the invisible:

:Red laughter inaugurating Planet Nightmare:

‘EARTH INFERNO’ IS MY GIFT TO YOU.

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“OBSCURE MOVEMENTS”

I can see her sitting next to me:

Folded legs, paws on my knee marking

Some archaic pattern, cargo-colored mascara,

Heartbeats heard through the headboard, fingertips

Black & blue become raven wing beckoning, glance

Romance antithesis to entourage but love freer than ever,

Smoke secret absurd blown from her teeth

Into my ear, you don’t know how bad I want you,

Skeleton smiling feline dead or alive

So nobody cares in the twilight together,

Lady brain staggering hits my world from a different

Angle, it’s all so excellent, mama Mary make this

Work, let us stay tonight, build a brand new

Alien bohemia, no baggage, no bad traditions,

Desperate for a freedom I can kiss, just us in

A jockey for some music, tourist trap parrots

Dressed with all the best flavors, asylum sane but

The card ain’t gone to stuff the ceremony,

Everything’s a rebel on the morning railroad, where

Salesmen & rhythm boys meet for Napoleonic song,

We watch from the knoll as the moon sets upon

The iron range, all fear & stagnation gone with the dust.

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“ATOMIC SECRETS”

Bred from the Broadway guys, I’m almost unreal

Enough for your boots & suede, every altered lyric

Shared is a straight shot to sunset housing complexes,

My heart is a gambling trunk packed with inside jokes

& all the planets you’ve never heard of, a record blamed

For all the days off in our Lord’s grand fix.

Keep an eye on any wrong thoughts given away that could

Muddy the cadence, spinning morals hunger in my daydream

4th dimension, time-traveling almighty traitor with a foreign

Name tattooed on these lips, the purpose shallow almost

Sufficient for earning the title of ‘Citizen Thousand’.

They’ve cordoned our societal pus pimple: where the chase isn’t

Fog but death in heels is a graduation requirement, we achieve

An anthemic quality in the duet of campfire stories, a language

Performance that spews western answers at the best prophets.

Students must be better than the teachers, must be more

Than the ‘Event’, wielding naked pencils to

Expect-Man-Respect-Understand.

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You can tune anything with a Jesus ticket:

Stone goods at the arena artistic or

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Shape-changers decorated in articulated possession.

It’s dusk now, my hand in yours as we pass

Along the general essence, exchanging daedal

Pick-up lines after each kiss:

“Animal my soul.”

“Turn me cigarette.”

There are two phrases I hide behind

My ears that keep me an honest rebel:

All music is protest.

A Genius makes their own rules.

Hopeless passivity has no room & board

In our Olympian ways, and every cloud

Continues towards the afternoon empire.

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“VERNICHTUNG”

My nightmares directed by Riefenstahl, an elaborate

Display of psychological torture, the novels we read

In junior high do no justice, Armaghetto is merely a

Despair you can catch, a weaponized holocaust virus,

Everyone’s a Judas, a Cain, a Lilith, all on their way,

The Kommandos, the Einsatzgruppen, always crawling

& mud is thick in this deep maroon, please

Send bread, there’s already so much blood,

False air arrests my exhale, the corpse-wall is tightening,

I’m praying to you, Jolanta, get me out of these Pollock

Paintings, Shadow Nymph played predicted faces:

The She-Wolf, the Troubled Queen, the Lady Lucifer,

God has abandoned this glass to a muffled suffocation,

Lost contact completely, where are you, Jolanta?

I need revelation through all the Night & Fog, so hear

My howling, the mystic SOS-

“namu amida butsu”

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“TAROT XVI”

It's Day 121.

God is looking at

The chateau citadel.

He's not blinking.

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Four bastards inside think it's an Airbnb.

They've cooked up a party-barn central power,

Dug a pit in the courtyard for all those

Poor kids eaten at lunch.

Plutus ignores their tribute

So he can recite his lines:

“Pape Satan, Pape Satan, Aleppe!”

Man downstairs takes an express from above

Armed with a legion of blank-eyed black racers,

Rigging the raffle to defy stereotypes.

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Chariots ride the lightning uninvited

As the libertines shit themselves silly.

Law must be broken before it can be restored,

And they forgot about Yahweh's handbook

So he parks his police cruiser just to watch

The gold going goose off the balcony.

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The Wild One wears Dylan over his eyes,

Whistling a charcoal classic from the

Viceroy microphone:

“ALLO GRANDFATHERS!

DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO

RIFF ON A TRIUMPH THUNDERBIRD?

LOOK AT THE JACKS ALL KEEN & CUTE!

YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THE CRAZY!

PISTOL POLARITY GOES BOTH WAYS!

I'M JUST SMILING, PEE-PAW!

SCAT AIN'T FOR SQUARES SO

DIG THE REBOP AND CRASH!

LET OL' SCORPIO GLEEP YOUR SHEKELS!

DO YOU REALLY WANT SOME FLOWERS?

WE'RE ALL CRACKED ON THE CHRISTMAS TREE,

NO ONE’S NEEDLING THIS JOINT ANYTIME SOON!”

The old men stain their robes again.

Beelzebub biker-blues turn the aristocrats

To pavement-paint, one after another.

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The manuscript is finished.

There is no return to Paris.

Laughter emerges from the pit.

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“HERE BUT FOR DREAMING”

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It's the end of the Revolution.

& I'm back where I started.

Standing in the maw.

& praying to you.

“technique is just the means of arriving at a statement”

Becoming a MacBriare in search of a Kiera-

“Someday I'll find her

And I'm still reminded

Maybe she's best in dreams

She's still the best I've seen”

typical busted domestic seduction, rockaway crew rolling deep in

roast beef, spending time on my hobbies & interests, don't mess with

magic little witches, thank you Navajo nation for our bangin good

time, waiting for dinner to be delivered, no need to leave the house

today, crazy cowgirl & the lizard hands, yes my sweet baby, dreams

do come true, a new mix in honor of the never-ending Venus

retrograde, sabotage the collection to improvise our frightening finale!

Each person needs love.

We seek love in all

Parts of the world,

But we never

Seem to find it.

Love is within us.

Love is within our heart.

Show me the Lovers, that card torn in two

Show me the Exit, a smile sharp & blue

Might as well oil the road for Zimmy & his Barefoot Madonna

“there is no accident, just as there is no beginning and no end”

God is a painter.

My life is a fractal napping.

& all is right in the world.