CLIMBING WALLS

i’m a secret agent of education
i give people books
and i write songs to share
my secret agent thoughts
sometimes i get mad
and throw hissy fits
cause i never learned to throw a punch
out in the schoolyards i played with all the kids
even the bullies and the dorks and the losers
i didn’t know who i was
but i felt bad when insecure tough kids
took out their hurt on others
i just watched the world go by
like an old man in a bar
who forgot who he was
lost the innocence and play
a few times a year he’d get all wild and crazy
put on a show for the other drinkers
everyone danced and fought and fucked later
to old blues records hissing away in the corner
dust gathering with spider webs
and little mice wondering behind the walls
if they will make it alive from this mean old world
somewhere far away in the lands of magic and miracles
gods wept and regretted that they saw the mirrors
unfastened seatbelts in car crashes on bridges
water rushing in through the cracks
rescued by mermaids and under the sea gardens
and other secret agents of education
gathered around and sharing their tall tales
swim up back to the city
open the hearts and bodies so sensitive
that angels and dragons and vagina skin
fall back into the grace we once had
and gave as gifts on mystic men birthdays
somehow it all makes sense like bukowski said
when you get so alone
you go farther than cult communities
where naked children run around
get ass fucked by some charismatic clown
watched by millions on netflix 20 years later
another movie to turn off and walk home with
popcorn kernels trapped between ape teeth
if guys in wheelchairs can become millionaires
i just got the chair with the wooden legs
millions of ideas dancing in my polar bear brain
the sizzle of a good hi hat
bass drum pedal thumping the tower of love
like a penis head in the eye of a swollen cunt
pharmacy girls come by my place
on their honeymoons
wonder why artists are bored
so i make ‘em a smoothie
take off their clothes
and watch them cry
take out instruments to torture them
with sonic poetry
freud tied up in my closet
jung drowning in the bathtub
covered in elephant blood
i go to the shop to load up on groceries
bank card declined
i pull out a water pistol
arms up
pants down
lets burn this mothefucking town
honey bunnnies in restaurants
reading bible quotes
sex scenes for jealous actors
sweaty palms shaking presidents of slaves
one more night comes
before the rains flood
gonna get it right
build these machines
fly away with devils
angel massacre
dear doctor
these meds are crap
throws them everywhere
suddenly the world goes slowmo
like a ballet scene where all the dancers
go together in a football huddle
and bloom
the music and the old people
cry in cowboy saloon bullets
all the trains in the whole world melt
brazil and ethiopia coffee beans
guzzzled in my saliva mountain dreams
another monday morning
dishes done
rice porridge in the oven
a few cents in my pocket
heart chakra glowing
amazon wishlist growing
tears of joy trapped in eyes of spines
forever is a good place
for egos on cavemen paintings
these secret poems
rock star myths
sun dust lions
jason bourne
climbing walls