Until We Meet Again, Mike

Gonna miss you, Mike,
when everything (hopefully) goes right tonight
and I'm sent ass-over-end
into shim-shimmering starlight,
past red dwarfs
and lumbering gas giants
magnanimous
and overly bright,
into the very epicenter of my
full young life,
taking a star-studded hike
past lonely meteors
made of the lion's iron
and the devil's sulfide,
long-running Voyager at full mast
fighting the good fight
sending its last message into the past,
tumbling
still
into infinite heights,
the might of that one heavy boot
to my poop-chute
carrying me into the imminent
unknown
beyond the thunder-dome
and solar cyclones
and the hidden birth homes
of infant galaxies,
glimmering
in post-natal ecstasy,
building planets from stardust,
filling them with
seas,
fishes,
monkeys,
us,
bombs,
roaches
and rust,
out into the darkness,
even
beyond love,
beyond reproach,
beyond God above,
until I return again,
on the back of a white stallion,
a stud,
and into every
man
woman
child's
waiting ears,
I utter

"wassup".

2015

ta

Heavenly Things

All of us heavenly things
some of us Jupiter's storm
some of us Saturn's rings
we're found in the Voyager' elliptical path
and in the math it takes to get moms and dads
to and from the moon
in the sulfur monsoons on Venus
the planets' pull is the gravity between us
the crimson carnal lust of Mars
calling from afar
Andromeda's trillion stars
meteors becomes meteorites
solar flares
the Northern Lights
our history evident at night
dust of all life in the sub-atomic planetary systems of our insides
microcosms
microcosmic
trail of the passing comet
trail of the heavenward rocket
the cockpit a pulsing organ taking man into orbit
the countdown a chorus
into that immortal night of the gods and goddesses
where we are all promised to return
from stardust we were churned
and into stardust we will once again be born.

2015

ta

Momma's Wish

Momma said,
"get on the train and never look back,
leave your daddy and I at the edge of the tracks,
urinate in potted plants and collect your little turds in a sack,
never give out opinions - only solid facts,
rack the pool balls in the pool halls fast and for cash,
laugh when everyone else is sad,
trash the fuck out of the back of every taxi cab,
don't let your balls get grabbed,
cut the throat of every would-be mugger before you get stabbed,
dance on the grave of anyone who has ever made a mistake - good or bad,
drink milk far past the date the experts say it should last,
hand job everyone and then dash,
smoke fags with sass,
drink wine from a goblet and beer from a wine glass,
wake up every day at full mast,
fuck until you are gassed."

Momma looked upon my tender head and was just a little sad,
"we hate to see you go, son," she said,
"but the truth is your father and I are gonna have a blast not having
to worry about your tiny ass."

The conductor called for the passengers.
The engineer blew the whistle.
I searched for the nearest potted plant.

2015

ta

Bad News (or) Blood Heavy

Look,
I never said this is the way things should be,
But here we are,
And this is the way things turned out,
Lil' Snitch is carrying deodorant flasks from O'Charlie's Cat House
to O'Hallahan's Fancy Candy Bistro,
Gene Snatch is found in the den in the dead of night,
That wedding you reminded me to tell you about is coming up soon,
The pellet gun was snatched by Frankie "Fetal Eater" Fertelli late last night in the rain,
Girl Jews drop by,
Fill the empty pencil post on Doonesbury's desk while he's out moving his bowels elsewhere,
We're tripping balls in capital arrangements laughing at the janitor's hard work,
Filling in behind the rest, Miguel Anastrazio fingers his pocket pussy and licks his lips,
The judge beckons,
His loose golden crown breaks free and falls blood heavy to the tile,

Who deserves to don the black robe now, Old Man?

My friend Walter Marion married a Jewish princess from the East New Jersey foothills
     where the air is as burdened as the overpopulated tenement houses,
Pollution, they say, was Adam's downfall,
Snatching the Red Delicious from the low hanging boughs of the Tree of Life was her's,

According to the guys at Carville's Buicks on Hwy 98, my lime-green pinto-striped four-speed
exhaust-built Fire Starter has rust at the very center of her heart...

She's dying, you unbelievable asshole,
You absolutely filthy mother fucker,
She's dying, and you're laughing like a rock-salt third-world monkey over there,
She's dying,
She's dying,

And if she dies
Everything inside of me will die too.

04.2013

ta

Moonglow

That harvest moon calls me out
like the howl of the grey wolf long lonely and loud
prowling about in leather drunk on the weather
moccasins tethered in buffalo skin
elf knuckle knife on my belt
calf pelt over my rear end
moonglow shadows fade out
fade in
within the black forest I am made into the shape
of a wraith
skirting the low growth as silent as a snake
full weight of that orbital cheesecake rests easily on the strong shoulders
of my soul wide awake
I am naked splayed for a sleeping city afraid to dance where
devils mate
let them skate along the edges of the gate
I make my way within where sin begins to blur into a less recognizable
face
erased are curses and blessings alike
it's only right
that what's left is the moon
her glow
the night
and I.

2015

ta