Summer of Rage Rough Draft pt 2

to be edited at a later date. here is the second portion 22 - 88

XXII
Senses
,Census
,A corrosive poll taken
,Stolen rust
,Rush of steal to the head
,A stay before, pretext, ahead
,Rolls
,A corrosive role played
,A corrosive parole drained
,The senses
,Watchful eyes pry lids trying to see sounds
,Words fail bridging the gaps between taste
,Best buds become enemies at the scent
,Taken
,Census is a point
,Taken

XXIII
I was kicked by route sixty six
Where each cell in its foot had a sickle
This was
A decision made by a million gavels
Pre
Meditation
As if a group of ghandis bound
Cover to cover I was bound to get there
Bound to catch the leather to the head
My destination took its mark round
Halo
I wrote and read the book on bruise
Wayne- the night bored me as it began to fade
I chose to run

XXIV
In the ab scents of light
Sweat
She’s afraid of the
Bark
So indulged I bring the freighter
Of fright
Gee, its great after being out late
Walking my baby back
Ribs- hand, a, b,
You get the point.

XXV
Someone calculated the hypotenuse
Of somewhere over the rainbow
Is actually lower than the clouds
Where the ravens pry away at bodies
On the chimney tops
In the heat where ice melts into sewage drops
Someone engineered heaven
And I think you’re not going to like
The new look about the place


XXVI

Cheater cheater pumpkin
Skinned punctured by the bayonet
Of a bayou blue rebel
When all the issues we levy to read
Cannot compare, just stare
Cheater cheater you left death
Stood up before your prom
And decided to go with the
Flow of persons instead of nature
In a world where Cherokee is a porn star
In a jeep commercial
Jeepers mister his story sure doesn’t
Look like mine
Difference is a dinner plate to be
Gobbled

XXVII
I was out of order
I’m sorry, sorting out my laughs
Between loudspoken “of’s”
Well, sort of
That number you want to be in
Among the saints
Marching
And I as an atypical poet,
Got out of line of poem

XXVIII
Substituting circles for zeros
Seems to be the rage
Instead of repeating or coming to a learning
Point in a full circle we cycle in eclipses
Never really reaching but always



XXIX
45 passed the hour
I hold tight to the calibur of the
Our world is just words now
Hands on the clock are just fingers
And our generation is just too
Politically correct to just pull that trigger

XXX
Land of a thousand picketers
So many causes
Such little effect

31
He sat in
Against the will
Won’t you lend an ear
Air
Fixated on a cause
Calls for aspxhiyation callous
Hand over of administration
Hand
Shaking skeletons under calm skin
Thumbs reconnect until the cause
Has little affect
Whos necks?


32
The sky was pot sloshing
Fire
A famished burn searching, found
When a man sold his brothers soul
The last hand shake
Shook a nation still
Be still
Re: main ignorance

33
While eating a tangerine
Someone questioned my preference in
Quests
On the weekends I find connections
Are weak and
Little did we know
That someone had such crooked tongue
Electronically


34
With the smallest free form
Figure I plagiarize
Sentences gaveled out before
And behind the same bars of rebirth
I see the inscriptions to take me
There and back again
A gain in the wrong direction
I cut the director
My flavor of medium


35
She
While watching the directors
Intent
Shunned all these
Intentionally
A list of labels formed by
The local anti deformation league
Forming these like birth
It is just like a woman
To do something beautiful and
Return exiled

36
Asking what size
She seized the venti lation
An combination of to and fro
A froth of air
Cloud
Misty representative of sky
She sized the lines of white
Until her veins became coarse
Blue
Poem






37
She was made of earth and with a bow
Of rain in her hair
A streaming cycle flowing
Where are you
Form
No longer where you are from



38
Amor amour drinking sleep
To just be self
A masquerade of naked grounds
In which to bunker under
Where the sandman harvests
Where the summer usurps memories
Clad under amor
War


39
Only in a developed world
Could we word a space a waste
Land
Where we rose from the bile
Generations rooted in earths nutrients
A treed concrete thus becomes the new
Savior, savanna, Sahara, and a metal
Atlanta depicts the atlas as vastly
Deranged
Ranging sentences rage disguised guile
Repeated repetoires of beginning
As ends
Meet

40
Someone threw a curveball
And I caught reflections
A handful of mirrors only retells
Except these exrecpts were left
Untold before hand
Before hands there were fists
I swear to you fists made this world
And we forgot about open palms

Drunk off of morning one mourning
Letting teeth sink like ships
And lips as dry as nothingness
Caress the fortressing walls of another’s
Back
Down
Crash
A fallout of necks
Hide beneath the hairline
Stratum

41
She wrote in lipstick on dashbords
And clothes left on the sideline
Before the sports star faded into the
Crowd
Her genotypes were riot
This was when
The field was game


42
Invitations filled with farewells
Turned the coughing black

43
A university of soil spread its
Wings with twigs
I wrote in the dirt with triggers
Hoping to spur holes in the fabric
Of wayward earth


44
I framed Whitman
Closest to close a privileged mindset
A papal service
A union of selves barred to
Watch
And on my wrist was this
A tattooed constellation of
Betrayals
Or releases
Depending on how you treat the cut





45
Cities of gravity sharing the dark
An honest opposite
An undressed, naked, encompassing shadow
Of sorts in such an arranged array
Of concrete steel
Populations made of frenzied blood

46
Still as steel
It is hard to move
On
A hand of time dared the lightswitch
And I cautioned that my morning
Was still night no matter what
The analog logged
I carved out my wood heart in heat
Burning still as steal


47
A disorganized attack of leaves
Pestered the face of innocence
On its travels to school
With determination between covers
Where thought exiled piles
One turn and the wrong learn
Can be taught
One twist and the line
Takes you to understanding
A separate truth

48
Exctint instincts find fine
Inditement under such scrutiny
Tiny circulations of thought
Find the biggest insights
Inbred decisions hack with little
Precisions as small as iris
Exsistence is one little circle
That you are just not in on



49
Collapsed veins flow freer than
Trapped minds of scholars

50
Neighborhood winks
To nearby congressmen
Where areas become thoughts
And people are only lines on a map
Battle lines apologize in rhythm and blues

51
A sticky arm to a table
Finds the greatest pull of masses
As if a hand of unraveled dulktape
Caulks millions of memories
No longer human
A sticky hand handles time
Struck

52
Thirteen sevens ago there was
A peacemeal aggregate of persons
Personage, as if persones were baggage
To be carried by the veins of some
Repeat like dreads
Woven
A time ago there was an agreement
That was a statement said twice
Before

53
Water from the well
Behaved as hornet hives
Same old same old
Landslides of politicians
Savor the drops of saviors
There sof drink of hard
Bodies
Of work
What a work man is
Working against growth



54
A playwright wrote a wrong play
Of history it seems
Didn’t remember some flurries
Of cannons and canons
And on and on it goes
It comes and it never left
Cycles no longer look familiar
To the aged man
All your idols were staged
Because truth was in the audience
Inaudible


55
Only the dead sleep
And your hymns were hemmed
And your seems were just
So it’s
Phrases become the cage in which
You sit
Repeating another man’s book
Of history

56
When all your poems match a land
You’ve never been to
Your blood is so far from those sands
Claim them
It is the American way
Colonize, profit, neglect.
Sell, cells, stem
Do your research


57
When your world comes crashing down
Open your mouth
Drink
And savor each savior till the last
Drop your wages
Pay close attention to open
Palms




58
A heart made a promise of itself
To a mind
A mind only promises to others


59
Deep shit to drown in
The ab scents of light
Inhale
Vapor from the macadam
The same smell exhaled from madmen
Those un made men who weren’t
Let into the craft to be crafted
Stuck in a forever mold
Pressures, deep, drown
Breathe


60
Pre face the face in the shape of a cursor
Swear words, pre, be four
Plus two then tripled

61
Loose influences tighten exits
In trenches where the geology
are just levels of trances
the sky just seem so far
a OMMITED WORD
no way out.

62
A days constituents meddle with time
More than hands on clocks or
Prisoners of such abstractions
These are the true orecstrators
Of dark nights to come
The silent orators of sky
Man made connoisseurs
Experts bred from the colors of the sun
Eugenic formulas where its activities
Leaves little areas for siphoning out blame


63
The price of ever sense
An all around tax on the mind
Where silence can be layered into
Different melodies
This phrase explains prodigy better than
Working definitions working against
Your chances of ever completing
A constellation of works like Motzart
Or to be so good that you are overlooked
Like Amiri, ever sense is the lone friend of genius
Politics has tried to try in sentences ever since.



64
William Shakespeare wrote the bible
As some concerned mother would have
Created the bib to cover a chest
From such loose mouths
Fed
Open your mouth like you were going to
See something


65
The things we do are thin
Thin things we do to pass time
Measured in grease on space bars
Spaced
Freckles paint, covers, titles on those
Covers we cover our time with these
Books booked we cover our
Thin things
Obese people doing thin things
Die, it, die it is desired
Our covers are running thin
Measured in freckles
So thin

66
Where was God when
Children were murdered by prayers
A split, math separates to charcoal
Men
God only knows ugly among men
We say our women come from God
How can we contain beauty and
Destruction of beauties lineage
In the same conceptual argument
I argue God is ugly, through and through

67
Ahem
Ahem
A hem makes pants
Coughs create clothes
Wear rough exhales to incite
Gasps become chokes
As coughs make clothes
Ahem
Ahem
And then them came from with
Out skin
Outside to inside
Only to bring outside within
And without a clear throat
They were given a conscience
Poetry is just collapsing lungs
Ahem ahem


68
Painting on a storied window
Hoping to tell tall tales which
From this viewpoint would change the skyline
Lines to shake skies of iron
Irony
Pictures are worth thousands of words
That you cant hear
You cant see
Its only on this window
And from where you are it looks
Just like blinds
This is the irony of sight
Art is no longer an insight in sight
It depends on your view
Not contexts you have beforehand

69
Body bags made of questionable art
Leftover poems were said to
Keep bodies between lines
The likes of chalk or coffins
But only a bag
Bodies of work buried
In flames
They say the sun is to come up
Tomorrow
But we need the heat today
Burn


70
remember only the people who loved
him to get him here.
and will serve them and those who will help him meet
"there".
there, are people who show up at checkpoints
in your life, graduations, deviations, elevations,
accept: shun the "rules" the fine lines are fine indeed,
and monuments casted nameless,
deserve the best recognition.
list, footnote, recall- but do not keep people
who serve only your checkpoints. Love
is not time locked
like most averages will employ


71
you seem to be one of the most
driven of the unlucky
even if your grants come as loans
and your focus is derived from such
clauses underlined
see page two thousand for definition
there is no such a page
tear that bible up forgive that God
in which has left you
and a real creator will bless
you

72
a collection of bones on the table
and lungs on the corkboard
as pinpoints for sighs or remark
such tools will leave you weary
asking for change
in a beligerant manner



73
electric bloodstream
an armed arm ticked off on days
the night wasn’t enough
it was spent on bent spoons and
youtube clips of cows and moons
trying to get as high as before
fueling the fossil of a problem
the history of electricity
was written by a junkie





74
What graves have you seen a
Long outstretched paws
The sphinx etching a memorial of itself
Victor hugos grave
Time reaching into the conversation
When it asked the question to begin with
And reaching into its pocket said
I got you beat poet
He pulled out an unfinished poem
And said I’ll finish it sooner or later
You’ve got time

75
A poem was read made of
Firing lines and fire lanes
Wild faces extended and the other
Curiosity in the reflections of red
Reading extinguishes these lines
Burning air and breathing flesh

76
Im on a Chinatown bus from Philadelphia
To the city of the dead
Wondering how I got such a wonderful price
On a round trip ticket


77

I wrote everything about anything
About the counter and cultures on it
Unpurchased on a white paper
Crumpled up I threw it at the establishment
Only they deemed it white trash
In a politically correct world
Where politically correct is a newer version
Of truths
A man with two spines is not a man at all
I had so many of those pages
I could have made a better white house

78

Growth on short stories and tall tales
Will not create the average child
Equality among education is just piss in the wind
And you are the operative on the bench
Warming in the robust stream of
Consciousness
Jealous hobos gaze in the distance
They have long been forgotten by the
Urinary tract
The weight of the world is watery these days
A new gold standard



79
It has been said true revolutionaries
Endure fashions and trending topics
I beg on the counter for my change
I beg to differ as counters have
Take a culture leave an angry comment
Because it was taken already
A lot has been said
A lot of shit
Lauryn hill made some great music
And bob Marley, and bob Dylan and billy bragg
Like I said a lot of shit has been said
What has changed?


80
A mans skull is a universe
Expanding forevermore
How is it that these expanding sulci
Gyri churn sulfur and suffrage
In generations of gaunty reprisals
Society is just a hallucination
When the universe itself is damnned
Damn these thoughts
It’s a pleasure to be hear

81
A poem that repeats
Repeats lines repeats images repeats
Exact lines in a different way
A poem that repeats lines exactly in a different way
Of lines and images and exactness
Is just lines of repeating images and is that
Exact boringness that spurred the sixties

82
A coalition was created among coal miners
Men ready to burn forever from a forevers repression
In a world of remembrances and models of rembrant teeth
The youth are trying to say something
Tied to sayings of somethings before
Things that some knew now all know
If we all really knew what we know
These men would be ready to burn
And their flesh would be the newest
Melody in modern memory
Gone

83
Usain bolt is no Jessie owens
Usain bolt is no Jessie owens
Even without the context there is no
Contest
The measures of man may have changed
Re arranged
Arrayed frayed conciousness
Jessie owens was a man
Point blank
Point blankly at me for the truth
But your responses are non sense
usain bolt beats his chest with his fist.
Jessie owens beat the chest of inequality.

84
How many parts of an untelevised
Televised devised revolution
Spinning, a revolving door of what your
Parents parents felt inside
Pulling quotes as weapons you just
Don’t understand how to use
How many untelevised televised revolutions
Circles cycles will let you see
Your going in circles dancing around the
Problems problem
You are the law against drugs
But not the conversation with the junkies
The children in for life, imprisoned
But not the words to the children having children
Having children having children
But these children are our future


85
The land was fire
The wind was piss
This all was noted before in footnotes on cliffs
A footnote is just the chains of change needed
Jump
For joy

86
This poems lines were made of
Do not cross me jesus
Your prayers have been on us and our children
Killing a church of death and forgiveness
Was the footnote in pslams where the palms
With blood on them
Were a ok, be ok, see
The aleph bet
See the hieroglypgh
See the notations of in music
Melody
Rythem of change cant happen on a set
Set in stoned truths
Stoned by the tongue of man through
Generations of revision
Re
vision lacks sight




87
Oppression
There is no way out alive
Poem
There is no way out in a line
Of time around your neck
It reads
Man of the hour
Slaves






88
Throwing peace signs in a glass house
Break brave not even
Shatter hopes with roped fingers
I’d give the middle but all I have is a fist
Now
Back to the topic
At hand
new note, new bottle, same flame,
a fired up young man talking about creating tan lines of poetry.
Burn the writing
Im here to feed your wall