dark l-a-n-g-u-a-g-e
chalk scraped blackboard fingernails
no wind inside - the screeches knot
themselves in plaster casted rune
mythic sways and nods - the dragon
breathing fire and water in cleft
chain linked nightmares pointing
evolution reversing in heat
hands becoming legs again
sweat falling from the cracks
as we growl once more and graze
recalcitrance
sick, job, drunk, escape,
it's all a catastrophied nuance
belch, piss, drunk again
reading Buk with passion
unable to find the back burner
wimp, weak, limp, starch my shirt
picking up where i left off
the money's in the fuckin' bank
times change with unrecognized seasons
months ceased to exist long ago
cut the rags at the bottom
and go to hell - who cares
about the corporate structure
me and you'll be long gone
heart attacks being what they are
a memory cauterized in spurts
that's all it is - something that's
shot up in a symbolistic arm
a cat track trying to find
an alter ego poem
it worked
working my way to art
counterproductive angst
lost love, memory
broken heart in context
of the next fifty years
brooding
a teenaged state of mundane
a road traveled by us all
a dark night in travail
a faded memory floundered
a rut of new significance
remand it as such with pertinent clichés
point "A" to point "BE"
the a priori synthetic
they called it in philosophy class
so long ago
