Where are all the great patrons?
 
Throw me a hook you fishers of men.
 
That I might be caught and eaten
 
by the audience beyond the footlights.
 
That my blood be spilled on pages
 
and canvas in prescribed portion.
 
Afford me the flame of arrogance
 
to believe that my own hand
 
in the fire of creation touches wonder
 
and maybe God himself.
 
 

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From my window in the faces
As my bus drove other places
The graffiti prophet spoke
A gentle sermon in his joke
 
It’s not the questions, if you cry
It’s all the notions that are why
The passions of the moment pass
And so what’s left is so what lasts
 
Life flowed past the tinted window
Down a list of city noises groaned
Emptiness was […]

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You can see it in a drowned man’s eyes
In the pawn shop window I just passed
Frosty truths that come to the table uninvited
 
The poet and the truth
Face to face, one whistles, one listens
The napkins fill with cognitive snapshots

The poet drowns in words
Just wanting to say something
Or hear it said at all

The dying words from a […]

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The world peeks at one another
Reaches out or maybe not
To a stranger or a brother
What is get and what is got
In our virtual melting pots
 
Everything is something like it
In all the places we’ve been
Across the fire we all sit
On the other side of a screen
Where we can’t be seen
 
Calling soft, cry or shout
There’s darkness out […]

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If the truth was pretty
And it smelled just right…
Or it taste like a t-bone
And came in diet light…
 
If truth was static free
And came in easy stages…
Or in scratch n sniff colors
On large n glossy pages…
 
If the truth looked good
On my arm uptown…
Or sang like a bird
 In a sequin gown…
 
But, … the fool is king, […]

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Van Gogh’s ear sings tales all night
Soulful moaning over mind’s eye sight
 
Antagonize the heart and turn the eye
A visitor to the heart or passing by
 
From this spring that we all drink
What whispers all the thoughts we think
 
Lunatic genius with eyes turned in
Tell me where my mind has been
 
A freighting tether is shelter and cage
Where the […]

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