The Spinning Wheel

 … or i might come up here
and find white and dazzling, diamonds,

chicken legs, easter eggs
on the inland waterway,

sparking gems off cleavage water,
trillions of carats for hugs

and why not?

Dazzling iridescent half life
ur-anal-ium lives within

the bones where
dry spirit resides,

where clothes fit right
and everything flows down hill

and grows big and horney inside …

I might go there … .


 But does it matter …
what’s right or wrong?

what the others think
in the quietude of

their midnight thoughts,
through wind against

the black starlight trees?
when breeze awakens …

when full nuclear moons topped
with heads full of sight

only knowing hind sight
the proof so vainly made?

Lighthouse visions cross the bay
with diamonds pale by comparison.

Still, what difference would it make?
These ancient beasties with their

water driven motion detectors,
thousands and hundreds of million

trillions of magi millions
and scallions of spent worthless money …

they took their own filthy lucre!
Yes!!  i remember completely being

loved by those weaklings
linking sausage casings,

with their joints and  smokey joes
their spent crystal stones,

your heart’s treasure
spent so carelessly,

sewn within a trunk,

Make them go!

I can’t stand their betrayal!
Like it or not you say?

I’ll just stop before
my eyes burn from inside,

before it might get even worse … !

It’s useless!

They’ll just throw it all
in the shit can anyway …

since this is the stink
of all betrayers

with their kind courtesy,
the likers of no mercy,

their words spoken
from outer spice land

while they don’t even know
what to do about it

but lay around and ’round
watching the spinning

wheel …