LIGHTYEARS & INCHES

there was a sharp thin slice
of dull january moon
cutting through the night
far above the traffic noise
.
there was a planet
with it's shadow on the moon
there was a planet
in glass and concrete
a box of tunes
glared on by a gang
of uptight streetlights
.
there's a thirst that needs a quench
beyond the reach of hands on glasses
beyond the oceans of the barbench
there are moves to be made
lightyears beyond the miles of dancing
.
there are moves
beyond locked gazes
where fires burn wild and thirsty
no sea could ever quell or drench
lightyears away in ways
and dancing
within an inch

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GARDEN OF EDEN

there was satan
snakey little lick
mounted on eve
working up a frenzy
they were laughing about
some apple
that adam was off eating somewhere
feeling guilty about

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INFINITE REFRAIN

like heaven and hell -
they are jeckle and hyde,
diametrically opposed
in blissful clouds and painful flames.
I've often thought that Satan might just be
God on methamphetamines,
commanding legions of sainted and damned.
sheperds and sheep and horned masses getting in line,
polarized platitudes pointing fingers
from sleazy slime to pseudo sublime,
and all the same.
one in the same bound to each other -
as each the other in antithesis defines and blames.
all in all there is nothing that's completely either one,
rather everything is made up of both combined.
they perch in each moment awaiting our choices in time,
where like magnets of positive and negative fields
their oppositeness clings and entwines.
terminal thirst is the same
on cool oceans of salt or dry burning sands.
if heaven is a soap opera of sponsors
and hell is a game show of greed
then it's off with the tube
and on with each moment
beyond all false dramas and games
ascending a symphony of planes
through lifetimes of one song
singing infinite refrain

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PITS AND PEAKS

fingers walked you to this page of light
where postage stamp sized pictures sometimes stagger tight
and words jump up from somewhere down below
to drag your conscious and the rest slow to and fro.
.
sometimes love is flowing liquid in heated pangs and urgent thrusts
then theres always HATE to drag expansive pristine moments in the dust
fears and secrets, hopes and dreams,
rants and rages dull and brilliant gleam
the finest things that ever human reached for
right beside the gnashing grasping mean.
.
the pits and peaks roll right on in
as our words annoint the screen

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suicide anecdote transcript
(dark impromptu poetry of planet earth)

climbmax............I have a horrible anecdote about a . . .suicide
ladyundone..........may i share one
climbmax............a suicide?
ladyundone..........something cheery
climbmax............sure
_AdamAnt_...........i'm rotting right now
climbmax............that happened recently here
_AdamAnt_...........rooting is fun too
climbmax............and rutting, but if I may quickly
climbmax............it goes like this
_AdamAnt_...........and roto rooting
_AdamAnt_...........well ...
climbmax............a girl had just slashed her wrists
climbmax............and her punkrock boyfriend came home
climbmax............she is bleeding up a storm
climbmax............and tells him NOT to call an . . . ambulance
climbmax............and he says OK
climbmax............and then
climbmax............asks her
climbmax............politely
climbmax............if they can have sex
_AdamAnt_...........lol
climbmax............'because this will be the first time
climbmax............he wont have to use a condom.
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Poetry Cafe, early 2000