Jibber Jabber from a Jim Jam Jabberwocky

   the sword
     drenched 
      in blood
         is 
           a
             pen

All is dead outside our
thirty-five mile-per-hour
window

Snowdrifts
Forgotten farm lands
White specks
shoved aside by
wiper blade
metronome

A steady rhythm
for a grey
day

Coffee steam
Cigarette smoke
mix with the vibrations
of your smile
as the sound
of Bop Jazz
soothes the
speakers

Your eyes
Distant Christmas
Lights
Beacon of hope
in this frozen
tundra

I thought
only caged birds
could sing the
blues

And everything
I never knew
about you
I
found out
while lurking
in your
pubes

hello

I drink a glass of wine
as I wait for you to
change your mind
about dying

Lets not debate
the ruse of dreams

Lets not get into
that cliche argument

I don’t want to see
you cry
over spilled
youth

I don’t want either of us
to say something we
only mean in the
backstage
of reality

We are greater than our
whole

We are better than we
kidded ourselves that
we could be

I drink another glass
as you remove your bra

no one is the wiser
we are on a great
discovery

Let’s not stop
even if the others
say we are
seeking a hell
not needed

Let’s rejoice
in our guttural
pleasantries

There is no life
like the life lived
for purposes
of the now

I’m a Modern Man
I burn photos of Rasputin
underneath the trapeze tent

I laugh at the common fairy tales
told by the disabled patrons
vexed and stricken with life

I loose change
I find suits on the city bus
and cough with abrupt thought

I’m a Modern Man
I’m a Modern Man
I’m a Modern Man

I sit on the eggs of bad judgement
confuse ice for lost inhibition
fight for reasons best left in novels

hop taxi cabs cursed with flat tires
buy luxuries from dollar stores
shit out my mouth and speak with my dick

I can withstand a jury summons
blow away with the slightest jest
be torn by the old world I’ve never lived in

I’m a Modern Man
I’m a Modern Man
I’m a Modern Man

Just yesterday I paid for my own attention
shaved close to the edge
guided my inner child into the wasp nest

I nap with no concern for sleep
grabbed the ass of dead poets
broken my vowels to the alphabet

Stood naked in a black and white soup kitchen
held onto the beard of a goat
sank deep into the stuck up sink

I’m a Modern Man
I’m a Modern Man
I’m a Modern Man

Aren’t you proud
Mother?

I jerked off to melancholy
came with the rifle shots
aimed at the brown buffalo
too stupid to misinterpret
the blue prints for heavens
playground kingdom
now I’m blindfolded
standing in front of
the mirror reflecting
firing squad
How did I end up like this?
To exist thinking like a
stranger
With in a fleshy prison
I made my guesses public
I turned around and around
flipped the sign post
meant for today
forgot it all tomorrow
can’t grip the image
painted on the skull cave
insulting my own intelligence
How did I end up like this?
To exist thinking like a
stranger
I poured my offspring over
a balcony waterfall
I just wanted to see the
rain once while staying
in a make believe hotel
foolishness isn’t a word
it’s a way of life
savages climb the rafters
and everyone goes home
happy
How did I end up like this?
To exist thinking like a
stranger

The badge is off. I am free. White Russian buying for early morning parade watching. Now touch me baby Jesus. Tomorrow is not your day to shine.

Scream at the crows
The clouds want you naked
burning burning burning are
the rocks whom play dead
in the dreary sun

where is your mentor
the tear stained clown?

Lost amongst the astro turf
pissing contests
You can smell the bullshit from
forty years away
Don’t be afraid to speak
backwards and walk in
tongues

The loss of some
is the gain of many

Everyone needs a good battle
Chant with Herculean mercy
tender touch of nostalgia
for an era locked in a coffin
of frozen moments
be brave in your fight

strip off your bravado
scream at the crows

why the hell not?