smoke is a sage

knowledge is gossip
there is nothing
to know really
except for the cigarette
smoke curling past yr eye
& how it vanishes
all else is small talk
bullshit
forget knowledge
forget wisdom
smoke is the supreme sage
the distinguished lecturer
in every language

unzippered

one day

the mortician

will zipper

yr lips

shut

& all yr

unsaid words

will be swarming

up yr

dark throat

like mad

fucking ants

suffocating

at the mute

closed-off

mouth-hole

that once

offered

a freedom

you never

had the balls

to grab

hold of...

when will we make another list?

i've been
pretty sick
of that
shitty list
of thou shall not's
for a long, long
time, now

what a way
to exist

to go by
a list
of things
not to
do

this planet
seems like
just one
giant
over-populated
open air
prison

we so called
free
creatures

filled
w/red blood cells
each in the shape
of a microscopic
'no'

my soul is a broken down valise

i was born
w/my angel
split open

like a worn
rubber sole

i was born
w/my angel
dangling

like a busted
wristwatch band

i was born
w/my angel
slumped down
by my feet

like a muddy
broken down
valise