THE DEVIL* IN MY COFFEE

THE DEVIL* IN MY COFFEE

horns in pat terns_
swirling be fore sun rise
as I play da blues^
I swear_ I hear laughter_
[I’* got YOU in my clutches_ Dan]^

the devil* in my coffee^

a mused with his bee havior_
as if he has power ove* me_
a formerly b-b-baptized believer^
gave up on hell ions ago_
still__  there he was
with his black beady eyes_

the devil* in my coffee^

what* a good apostate to do
when ol* Satan makes
an imagin ary appear ance?

drink^

drink that joyful brown liquid down^
enjoy  e v e r y  last dr op^
drink it down_
devil and all^

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MY LIFE

MY LIFE

this IS my life_
up all night_ co-opted
by my own bl__d_
se eking pe ace
but getting NO relief^

sometimes_
I want to move
{NORTH} to
Mad-a-was-ka_
far from the heat
& my troubles^

& if my own bl__d
de ceives me a gain_
I* jus jump higher__
into the aurora borealis^

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STILLBORN ANGEL

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BAD STOIC

BAD STOIC

I tried to read the text
& it was like pulling teeth_
reason bored me to the tears
expected to be held back^

I longed to find simplicity
& joy simultaneously
but the words
contradicted both^

& so I* decided that
Marcus Aurelius
is not for me_ too much guilt
in the {NOT} reading^

I make a fair minimalist_
but I* a bad stoic
& have returned
to more important reading_

the poetry of Jim Carroll^

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EVERYTHING* AS IT SHOULD BE

EVERYTHING* AS IT SHOULD BE

why do you fight?
everything* as it should be^
{PROGRAMMED}
the world was made with a plan_
you* live & you* die //

why do you question?
everything*  going as planned_
your destiny is pre-ordained_
{FREEWILL}
all you can do_
is your best in the mean-time^

Why do you worry?
everything* as it should be_
even things unexpected
& shitty^

the universe isn* perfect_
nor are you_
nor am I_
everything* as it should be //

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CRACKS IN THE MIRROR

CRACKS IN THE MIRROR

I am no different than you_
killing bugs_ polluting the sky_
& pre-tend-ing to b-b-be whole^
but there r cracks in the mirror
that I shave in_ & cracks in my
rear view_ t-too^ there r cracks
in the mmm-mirror to my soul_
there r cracks in the mirror^
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SMASHED ON GLASS

SMASHED ON GLASS

the auto-mobile_
gave humans feet on wheels_
without conscience
or feeling for the moth_
the bee_ & the dragonfly^

as mr & mrs Johnson drive
to their summer beach house_
the bug* guts are sss-smashed
on glass^

clearly_
the Johnsons are guilty
of murder_ as they enjoy
their f_cking Bloody Marys^

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ESSENCE OF

ESSENCE OF

G_d?

is that what you think you are?
Darwin made up some
skeptical theory *bout
evo-lu-shun_
from fish to man_
to machine?

what if it* all bullshi__
& we are simply
the essence of atomic
energy_
& always on the brink
of destructive collapse?

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THE FORM

THE FORM

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THE LUCKY ONES

THE LUCKY ONES

we drank until closing time
& puked on the floor_
then smoked at dawn before
sleeping a few hours
& starting all over again^

somehow_ we escaped
early death & we* still
breathing in our 60s_
while friends wound up dead^

I often wonder_
which of us
are/were the lucky ones?

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