Tome Of Tomes

tome of tomes

I dislike a lot of things
the mundane certainty of things
the backstabbing circle of friends
the agent with a career to kill
the policeman with a quota to fill
a lover with a secret to spill
the constant feverish delusion of millions
reaching for something beyond themselves
wanting a larger home
the sudden rush of success
celebrity
a new body
a new face
a new chance at the proverbial game
the shortcuts to experience
from behind a computer screen
the anxious typing of empty dreams
the constant narcissism in ugly images
through the filter of compromise
the fake mask to a lowered standard of living
no sense of forgiving
only groveling for empty affections
senseless directions
and an abysmal assimilation of personal style
because a lot of things
come down to taste
and taste is found through
decades of wandering
off the path
looking for something beyond
the mundane certainty of things
here is where I write it down:

Tome Of Tomes
hollowed out bones
ready to be filled
with the crush of discovery
what is there that we haven't found?
what is beyond the bend of a border town?
restless winds
the downtown underground
or the country walkabout
behind the veil of any landscape
soundscape
skyscraper
theatre stage
cemetery gate
cathedral door
the pulsating desire for something more
Tome Of Tomes
millions of poems
spewed forth and poured over
by centuries of former masters
the wilting tress of seasonal change
the blanching birds and cavernous crawlies
the glowing angels
and sweating whores
the deviant pastors
and righteous farmers
all diving into the deep
unresolved notion of eternity.....

Walt Whitman
and his pure white beard
William Blake
and his naked fears
Baulderlaire
and his fleshly affliction
Edgar cllen Poe
spoke the truth about
the death of us all

the palace of wisdom
is only the rust of the skin
the shriveling of the mind
the limited sex
disturbed rest
of gut wrenching pestilent
mortality

God sees all
and knows all
and is all
being all
beyond
it
there lay
I ....
Nothing at all

Unless we are together
through it all
a combined mass
of the heavenly bodies
something supernatural
and uncompromising
speeding towards the
endless cosmos
of endless dreams
and endless beginnings
of endless endings
and endless beings
of endless seeings
of endless freedom
Tome Of Tomes
hollowed out bones
of intellectual garbage
the rubbish of the soul
the scars from growing old
the mundane certainty of things
the backstabbing circle of friends
the unfulfilled marriage bed

we are the dreamers
of the constant now
we are the life blood
and the know how
I love you more than I ever have
I am lucky to have lived this life
the way we did
romance
mystery
children
and grace
there are better things
out there than the knowledge of
eternity
and the construct of a
victorian heaven

Lie down
rest
eat until you are spent
gorge yourself on spiritual content
run towards the sun
walk naked in the rain
dream underneath broad trees
the visions of
angels and demons
struggling to fathom
the human race

Tome Of Tomes
Hollowed Out Bones
The Rome of the future
was built by a microchip
and a stolen apple.