skip to the races

in a never-ceasing ever-blissing
always-kissing explosive-rundown-
popeyed-delicious twirl of being
perfectly and delectably
high

i journey onward sword in hand
and laugh and giggle because
the rain keeps hitting harder
and harder and the tears
dribblespilldeluge in thicker
pools of lost and wasted soul
lost and wasted
lost and straining
man outstretched taking the fall
for everyone here

and the rain shatters down around
his body and he crumbles into
nothing but his fiery veins
begging for his baby girl back
to a once warm home
with a poison throne
where ghosts cling hardfast
to the rising beast that
refuses to forget the now lifeless
fiber that used to be cells splitting
into other cells
but now everything
dark and hateful is
flashing in the rain
intermittently
because
my eyes want to see
no more torture
no more nothing
no more of
in out down
sound round
like to rhyme
never quite keeping
the metronome time
up
on the piano

and so i breathe in deeply
everything that ever had a
purpose or a scoff from the
heart of my scalding
bubbling underbelly
at these critics and skeptics
who do nothing but whine
and know absolutely nothing
and do not as of yet realize
how precious
this gift could be

and the smoke rises on this morning
after the brutal battle of the ever-scorched
tundra and the rumble rumble
chants under your feet
rumble rumble it blossoms up beneath you
like the upsurge of humanity finally
in its first bewildered coming and like
christmas we all gather around
the cross and take things
from under it
like bicycles
and tonka trucks
and blood-stained spears
and endless unconditional love
and the coldest limpest hand
of destiny on this coldest
deadest ground

and from a cottage down
the street they watch the
smoke rise and flutter away
but i inhale once more
that which leaves me
somehow brighter and
somehow further down
in my darkness
without a lamp
or a flicker
of a fire
here in this
hole and i
skip to the
races.