New Valence

Do we mask our lies with certainty?

Make light of particular discrepancies?

All stories, all songs:

repeatedly related, readily incarcerated

for purposes known

and steadfastly evaded.

I put a call in to the moon,

even left a message

(which I never do),

but I must have imagined

a previous conversation.

I've seen some serious indignation.

Regardless, he left me hanging

(which seems ironic),

so it's the cold shoulder for him,

at least while I sleep.

It's more fun in the Deep,

where conflicts and clashes

and flashes of sublimation

get cold and I

stubbornly see my body get old:

(some lies, some appearances)

(some art, some new valences).

-the ambassador

(untitled)

Burnt myself out in a dream:

spoke to a cop, a rock,

a damsel, a demon,

one too many friends.

Ask me if I'm giving up:

two flat tires on a tricycle

and some elevation ahead.

These buildings are boxes and I'm free

inside them.

Somehow the stairs

fight me: play a game called thin

air

and tumble.

Even the friends I create ask

too many questions.

As luck would have it, the search was had

for somebody else.

Scalded my nose

thanking the stars.

Refused a ride

home just to walk

with somebody real.

-the ambassador

I Dive Too

oughtn't tease a brain,

they sneeze, they sprain,

and a tongue turned wrong

side down won't do.

Is this an error

or has reciprocity gone bad?

Hanged hopes on coat

racks in corners

speak volumes and sink

to decks soaked in blue:

eke out a living as ghosts do.

curious,

though,

how these ghosts

still pray.

at a desk wrought

from the butt of a sequioa:

he sits.

sifts through reams of orders,

wondering which to give next.

somebody's sequence

reflects.

-the ambassador

From the Shitter, With Love

Don't squeeze humor too hard.

Blasphemy to say we have the same head.

This is for every man and woman

I've ever loved: will be flushed

in short order.

It's never held me to my word.

I always made you eat yours.

Drained of every calorie.

Nutritious or otherwise betrothed.

Clean sheets should not belong.

Look, I'll play a word game too,

if only to amuse you, called truce to

abuse your sense of benefits. And doubt.

If I seem unhealthy I am.

Biohazard fornication:

I think I've seen the URL somewhere.

Seems to be the only way I know.

Not an insult, a mission statement.

Time's up. Down the hatch.

In Europe the hole is differently placed.

-ambi ass amore

Windfall

She bit off his ring finger first.

Jesus! he said. Haven't you any manners?

There's silverware in the drawer.

After a moment of thought, though,

he bit off her finger too - and dashed

out the door.

Luckily a ring, like a LifeSaver,

won't coerce you into choking.

It'll just feel really uncomfortable.

He wasn't worried, he had unshaken

faith in his peristaltic strength.

Still, as the gold eroded

the world took on a reddish tint.

He thought perhaps he'd become

perpetually enraged or even insane

since his senses defied symmetry;

bled alchemy;

ruined reason.

the ambassador

Standing in the Sea

standing in the surf consumed by
countless angels body surfing
through the blood of dying cattle
infeedlot style neighborhoods but
her eyes like the ocean
green and blue give gifts
immaterial and intangible they crash
like waves over your soul stinging
salt on the wounds
ocean mist that tastes like tears
falling on bearen earth
chemicalized by artificial fertilizer
brought about drought and made Oakies flee to the coast
she stands
sea water swells around her ankles
like tears in your eyes
flow over the levy and it crumbles
streets are rivers of emotion like hate fear and love
call but no one answers the noise is too loud
waves crashing as the sun sets
her head filled with distant
places where the sun is rising
to a new days bringing streets veins flooded with hate fear and love
as intangible as her gifts
we rely on their presence
angels fall but her oceanic eyes
steady your legs in the
tumultuous violent sea
some say it is angry
it is pleading for mercy

-the colonel

Makeshift Minds

The indefinite boundaries
confine you to a room
(or a coffin)
to explore the room is to move
forward then a back, ramming a log into a medieval fortress.
Chisel away at that wall. Make it crack
wide open.
expanding that boundary yet may be possible
stretch it like a womans skin around a developed fetus
Taught. Vibrating
with all your thought
It is peaceful inside the wall (or the womb)
see peace within the self - extend peace to what is outside the self?
let them in!
imperialists or the mind - or soul?

Still stuck in this tumultuous room (or womb?)
hot sticky and evil
let them in...
extension of the mind. Amoeba eating lunch in the tepid pool of unwanted water

Open the flood gate of the room (..womb..) move out
FREE
ly
Inconsistant is organic
Makeshift dwellings give no shelter

Scale the wall, open the door

-the colonel