the shooting star

ribcage glows for the winter
doors of houses/do not enter
portals, problematic examples
of proper prim shone roses
analyze the embers
the current product
that makes the sudden chill
of shadows fleeting, unescapable

the house echos: brain whirs and
swift speckles of the retinal
the man keeps heavy and hard
look on his rental, giving it the appraisal
experimental: a mind can greet
another mind and settle for the mental
brainwave simmer

he looked up, accused
but always forgiven
but always at the wrong
ends of things
and always a winner
but words he says
'still sting

he might have grown angel wings
the kind of holy the school st marys brings
but settled for the nettle country pangs
of satanic serpents
unforgetting
hades echos
everpresent
 everlasting evanescent
but sticks around
in Chaucer street
always blue boys
by himself causing shifts
within the rifts of he that settles
walking purgative stances
weeping as he kills
killing as he laughs
but burning bright
on passion drunk
he saw a duck up in flight
which excited him at first sight
but his head was facing down
it wasn't coincidental
always dying in his joy
living in his dark gipsy sense

a lanky Achilles
far from common sense
as sky lit up a frothy cosmic
comet traces sending heaven
going up from looking up

blowing up in convalescing

simplification, brain swimming
wade amongst the colours
let out a cosmic laugh
embrace the root and centre
of a shooting star
forever ending

electronic phone centres picked up on the
small dove letter sending
always condescendingly button pushing
pressing the same depressing monotone
steel radio teakettle keeper of the super
supply frame of mind he's super supple
his wife keeps the kids on the way out
but shell settle
for a phone call phonics pen
the trim and proper complaining mannequin

always drooling
 star gulper, sad devourer of anxiety
this is his paper cutter photos under
censorship of a galloping mass
of undderrudder words for blessings
constantly attacking
forcing, enter the shadow men rushing his atom brain centre
the thing that's controlling that in front
of his pupils, the iris bled bitter i swear
then tears in high school leaking only going nowhere
cutting throats and gutting scrotes
make him play the bitter notes
the same old slave that bears
the edge trendsetter always ends here
anxiety shooting star
planet go-getter fearing the darkness
lights on planet fear this stage is set
the marionette gained a pleasant sense
and shooting seven bachelorettes proclaimed
this life a prison
constantly changed definitively heading for the deranged at will
shooting sparks breaking plugs
and shooting still




met her round about the house
i saw a glow envelop clouds
perhaps i wasn't spacy
i saw the flames burned
all around I knew he must
have seen me
with the kids he's sparkling only staying young
and praying for whats beyond his tone of song
and watching for the changes
but as we change and then move on
a star burns out
it never is!!!
believe me!!!