Untitled. (ca.1995)

I am coat check, hooded lug draped in a pinstripe

suit of armor

I am shoe shine Tommy bashing your sarcastic prison skull

 back into the tablecloth mantra

I am a giver of gifts, teller of tales, unknown poet

caressing married women’s skulls

I am bookstore arsonist, backstabber merciless

mercy killer. 

I am  postman, flag at half mast, Luby’s cleanup crew

I am master of puppets, pincushion junkie, euthanasia enabler,

made to lie and wait in the eternal waiting rooms.

I am fairy godfather waving Glock 9 magic wand,

I am Hell’s Angel on the wing tending crank kitchen stove

filling the vats Dahmer made famous

I am eMe badass, I am Vago rapist, I am Jim Rose clown

I am Internet immigrant, Hollywood hipster

devoid of viscera, entrapped in mirrors and Self hatred

frowning upon the illusion of art, smut, reality and legislation,

I am Kervorkian’s Anonymous secretary

I am Bad Religion chorus,

carbon based alphabet atavistic generation mouthpiece

I am pierced hipster, adrenalin fiend, dyed prophet,

I am coffee house fixture, birkenstocked and pony tailed

propped and poetic,

I am pseudo intellectual and new age landlord

I am a coffee house fixture, birkenstocked and pony tailed

I am pseudo intellectual and new age landlord

I am dead head hippie magnet, out of sync, out of step

out of the loop and Dead for Life

I am living in the past unable to see the now

I am american Neptune, an officer and a rapist,

I am Hollywaste Dionysus, AWOL at Betty Ford

I am Online, cobWebbed, struggling for some ticker tape

to plaster on my wounds

I am Medi Cal recipient, fraudulent citizen,

69ed, bar coded, bound and gagged

I am electric eye, traffic snarl, virile virus, gum on your shoe,

mail bomb, blue collar grunt, unshaven, and powerless.

I am school girl rapist little boy violator newcomer nymphomaniac

giver of excuses talkin the talk

but walkin’ the plank

I am Cal Trans felon on the Interstate,

I’m crying Indian picking up the trash he left

I am bum on the offramp asking for a clean needle

and  a new world to live in.

I am Zen monk abandoned, Rubik’s sugar Cube in my

transcendental teacup

Alice in wonderland mushroom clouds giving

birth to my new mantra

I am immolated  on Victoria Street gasoline

in my hair taking Dalmatians hostage

groveling for answers, surfing HB wiping

OC off the map giving head to the totem pole

I am at the bottom of.

I have no answers, must abandon self to attain

the meek riches, federal reserve board

has nothing on me, got slick poker face

greasy stained hair, black flys smirk

In the Rooms

I am DeNiro incarnate taxi driver assassin

plot man, fiending for a fix underneath the tenement caverns

aggressionnnembodied, stealthily poisoned handshake

writing on the wall.

I am hit man, scape goat, executioner

best friend, actuary, back embodied, stealthily poisoned handshake

writing on the wall.

I am hit man, scape goat, executioner

best friend, actuary, back

steel pierced face, earrings on my nipples

toeheaded sarcastic, groomed and jockeyed for position

I am anti fashion 7-11 guru, eat Time magazine for breakfast

sees everything wrong with everything,

cannot sit still, keeps coming back with freshets of tears

mind plasma, spinal fluid

an eyeful of transparent motives

to boot.

I am jew assassin writer of dead poems,

the man who built the bombs we cannot forgive each other for

I am Unabomber misfit, recluse amidst the backwood shadows

fashioning industrialization anathema

custome made

of cheap transistor wire and Harvard diploma,

ligth bulbs, metal tubes, nylon and wood screws–

I am him, I am FBI electric eye, I am detective insomniac,

I am transfixed, relinquished, banned,

 and as of yet

anonymous.