glo-worms
by Roger Mugs
florescent radioactive sugar poison
my tongue embraces you as though
you do not claim to be an earthworm
i’ll suck you sugar free before
you’re swallowed and your friends
are pursued in the same manner
florescent radioactive sugar poison
my tongue embraces you as though
you do not claim to be an earthworm
i’ll suck you sugar free before
you’re swallowed and your friends
are pursued in the same manner
i like to follow hearts
to wherever they go
’till they crash
in some firey mess
down the middle of the
street where i am
surely walking
like bogart.
on top of snake mountain
prayer flags wrapped on stones
raise hopes to false gods
friendship is discussed
basked in sunshine then
our knees rattle
the whole way home
taking us shaking
past restaurants serving
dog hoping they dont
beat them before they serve
them to soften the meat
with adrenaline as we’ve
heard
knowing snake mountain
is headless
as it failed to devour
the city
Walking Softly in the
House the King built.
Not that king, the other king,
and not that house, the other house.
Nope, not the hill,
on the corner,
just down the road from
The Daisy.
Strapping up,
plugging in,
click click click BANG
And then, there was Music
in the House that the King built.
The other king
Beat feet across
hard cement walks
and painted-on
crosswalks and
‘it’s only a half-mile
in to town’ becomes
‘we can almost see
the sign on the
Horizon’
But the cops have
nothing against
Three White Boys
on the east side
of Downtown
memphis
what is real and what is right,
i wish you’d sleep with me tonight
and appease this passing fantasy,
from which reason and thought do flee.
i’ve been waiting for my
train to come
afraid it’s been here
all along
i know my life’s no
picnic in a field
but i also know
i’m wrong
bob builds his
buildings all in the way
i could clearly see
past them any day
it’s not as hard
as i’d like it to be
exactly why i
couldn’t say
It’s colder than it should be but
not colder than I’m used to so
I wander through the city streets
and people point and laugh
And the smells and sounds are beautiful
But the wind cuts deep and scarcely I
have enough time to disappear
behind the safe enclosure of
yet another
Rib Joint
today, i am alive
at least
and
people are smiling
and laughing
whatever distances
you may blur
today, i am alive
at least.
damn the specifics
damn the sciences
damn it all
for my heart still
beats, today.
Careful as you go Life runs unequal and dissonant across this street the sky falls quietly on a skid row taking ill-luck in its stride.
the orange
alien glow of the
lamp posts, like
a gossamer fire,
lights the flakes of
snow as they flick
by in a hurry to hit
the ground
and melt.
the cold of these pools
bring back nothing of
the sand bordered bath water sea
where we stood shifting
every hour to avoid the
sunshine beating our necks
into wallet grade leather
And I can hardly even
see straight and I can
hardly even tell that I’m
wobbling and I can hardly
fathom that my legs gave
out and I can hardly even
feel that I’m falling and I
can
Beside still waters,
Not just the kind on canvass
But storms we can’t calm.
