mychaelalchemy

no trash day
on Christmas
no horny elves
no red-nosed lizard
just a freezing drizzle
I’m at the bottom
of the totem
tree
carved
out of
you and me

no, there’s no trash
on Christmas…

horses
sleep
standing
I’m
really
not
too
demanding

I can’t give you my name, but hello anyway
I see you are looking at me oddly
That’s okay, my yesterday’s are dead
guess it had a…

I got me a cat
to take the place
of human company
and, when I stroke it,
it purrs,
a feline can be as soft
feeling as a female,
furry critter therapy,
I suppose,
cuts down on
the _l…

I’m all for sharing the drama,
despite what some believe
that they can’t stand drama,
still, yet, it pinches at their ears,
tweaks their frontal lobes,
everyone fits themselves into it
e…

lying on the dinner table, a gourmet, the dishes
set around you, the silverware in proper order,
waiting for diners, no less than four,
you expect to be relished

a recipe for the gatherer…

I’ve come to a place, wet and cold, where the fluttering of wings,
or eyes, scope out their words eating each other alive
Cannibals, their own kind, syntax and predicates,
and everything mo…

Wish I could shape and chisel,
sculpt my moods
with my hands, forming
something marvelous
out of clay, stone, or wood,
or bronze my desires
of you
into something solid
and lasting
tha…

brackish waters
where
rakish daughters
have dragged my heart
through the muck

sanctified sisters
have
caused more blisters
translated roughly
through the fuck

lecherous leeches
…

so much carnage
always so much carnage
going on somewhere in the world
has there ever been a time
anywhere that there wasn’t,
can one year go by,
one week without it,
seems that if we d…

I cannot save the world
I can’t even save myself
I always burn the bacon,
sometimes, I even burn water

I float in a daze half the day
and play finders-keepers whenever I can
I’m a scave…

weird, puckering for a kiss
that isn’t there
like clenching a fist
at misbehaving hair

dreary is the day
without bog or pomp
even though far away
the mind may romp

a peg in the hole…

I have slipped out of and back into myself,
losing my boundaries
even as fewer episodes
enhance my knowledge
(is a poet near to schizophrenia?)
hearing voices
as my mental space
begins …

I thought it utterly a shame
that there are so many
abandoned buildings
here
in my town
that could be made for dwellings,
and, that the rich ones
do not see it profittable
to invest
in…

I was once a pupil
of the night
being that it was the time
for parties, sex, and sleep
when now it is a time
for contemplating,
recollections, and topsy turvy
ill-made decisions

I lik…

is it borderline insanity
to know too much,
crazy,
when you think you can see things
from the eye
in the sky,
exasperating that so many
are happy
playing dumb,
chilling that you
h…

she could be splattered with color mixed with sweat
but, still her composure is one of poise
carved by life out of stone
she anticipates my very eyes with knowing
what is next
with no surp…

I’m leaving and after well on my way
I always feel I have left or forgotten something
I’m arriving and I always feel I haven’t
brought with me something I should have

today, I stood outsi…

literally, almost,
I was thrown out of heaven
for spilling the beans

I’d like to say
I am retired,
but, the truth is
I’m just tired

I’ve walked into
a green wall,
believing it was …

I wanna see ghosts
I wanna hear something intelligible from the dead,
table rappings in my head aren’t gonna do it for me,
I wanna believe in something beyond this realm,
I wanna shake hand…

where does all this fodder in my brain come from
my left hemisphere is opposed to my right
and thinking, revolution, dumping its teabags
in the bay of the cortex, while some part is running …