king of night vision.

soundtrack. deconstruction of youth. here we are now. i'm in my fathers business suit. his favorite plaid shirt. khaki pants. bonfire. jim morrison. it's 1999. i'm poking my stick in the flames. embers grow sharp. i hit the spear against sticks. ashes. flake. and i am a swordsman again. with my peers. and whiskey. women kissing women. markers on my face and drunk.

i think i'll write a book.

how long till my soul gets it right.



i see you on the steps of an amphitheater. grass and concrete building sweat under my arms. and there is a courthouse and there is a stage. and your hair is perfect/ and the sun is hot.


children are discovering pop music. like my retro love affair with david bowie and bob dylan covers. too tight t-shirts. and a waterbed. love notes and a secret box i buried underneath the porch.


fall comes.


i rake leaves like a sea of green. died. into brown copper hues of corpses. foliage.

that's her voice. portable cd player 1997. dogwood. teenage. grounded. here i am. screaming at a seasonal sun.



do you feel offended that this moment of clarity was my meant to be my punishment because my multiplication was off? pre-algebra was the thing that got me into writing and art.

i could not accomplish so it led me to accomplishment.




this feeling is a feeling. is a real feeling. i refer you to shakespeare and all his prodigies. where poetry became more than womanly. less than manly. where androgyny was not a prodigy.
here we are now. her poster is over your trundle bed that rolls out.


german legos. here in your cottages. the faces of profound. like silhouettes of sound.
every one great dies when they are 27.

it's true.

too bad i don't do heroine.





whiskey vs. machismo.

gives women strength. i want a women president. a bottle in her hand. a strength in her gut. a reason to fight. a child in danger. a reservation or two. not a whores optimism.




a ball and chain. a reason for living. a reason for dancing. in the summertime. and a strong jaw for kissing. to the background of an electric guitar. imagine.



i need a leader with breasts. a belly. a love for music. put your hands on the organs of what devours and creates. with hips. and pelvis.

i see a greyhound bus an adventure. a love affair with the scenery. she came from california like a queen. with gold in her womb.

dear port author texas. rot in hell.