& EYE AIN'T GOT NO VIAGRA...SO, U're GONNA HAVE TO WING IT!!...

Layers Now
by "OBSIDIAN!!!" [Excerp from "this eye of Mine" c. 2006]



i mean it still works
i
i mean
there's nothing inherently wrong with it
it just gets hard whenever it wants to

it's just, layers now
it's just, layers now

i mean
don't get me wrong
i still get the o'le morning glory
it's just that...

it's just, layers now
it's just, layers now

well, i's remember when i's was young
i just use to poke them all!
at twenty-one
at thirty-five
i was a 'keeping it real'!
i was feeling alive
now...

it's just, layers now
it's just, layers now

it's like sorting through
a basket of laundry for your socks

it's just, layers now
it's just, layers now

now run off!
and get yourself a new
boyfriend, ya hear?!
i'm not ashamed
i did my 'thing'
i can still swing and bang
it's just
that it's like leafing through
an old book
for the right page
i guess it just comes with age

it's just, layers now
it's just, layers now

i can still feel the
fire burning inside!
i can run but i can't hide
'cause...

it's just, layers now
it's just, layers now
it's just
layers
now

SOMETIMES I TOO SLEEP ON PARK BENCHES...

Skeksy
by "OBSIDIAN!!!" [Excerp from "This Eye of Mine" c. 2006]

this morning
i arose out of
a garbage bag
like a true skeksy

a few weeds broke through
to wave in the country breeze
mother of curvaceous hill
take me

take me away from my man-child
fort apache city blight...
o'er porcelain curvaceous hills which
lead to pale blue light

i don't believe in god
but i think that this
morning the universe made
you smile your big cheek smile
at me and i kissed your face
and i kissed
and i kissed
and i kissed your face

mother of curvaceous curves
guide me back to smooth
and quiet hillsides i dreamt of
while peering through the cracks
of ghetto windows at frozen backgrounds
covered with busted glass
and frozen snow...

Negatives

by "OBSIDIAN!!! [Excerp from "This Eye of Mine" c. 2006]




the flip side of
the snap shot frozen
in time can bring
back the memory
of the moment in
time that is now lost
a grip away they were in
my grasp my arms desperately
held them too tightly to try
to keep them from slipping away
like photos tossed away in the grass

Now, loney eye sit with my head
perched in my hand the camera
len's still hot from taking the snap shots
that eye shot in the 'night' in the daymares
of what seems now like a dream

Now, foggy, too distant
and far away the memory's a
snap shot it takes
photos that can't be
erased-no matter
how much JACK
eye pushed to my FACE!
the negatives
still frozen in my
mind's eye

Eye wish that eye was a king
and eye could command all
the snap shots
eye took of you to sprang back
to life and dance whirling around my
whirling head and could stare
eye could feel the warmth of your skin
sense the rapture of the alkaline
or the sandy sweat
in your hairs

the mustiness of your sweatshirt
be brushed by the warmth of morning
cornflake's breath

They say we were all born to suffer
ASMODEUS that evil king stole the
reality of my snap shots from me and
left me with the fragments of a surreal
dream ASMODEUS!!! Eye'll bet you never took photos
of anyone you ever loved or knew
too bad for you!

Now, their backs are turned from me
no photos to take of that!
or chance to correct this the
snap-shot-time-frozen-mirrored-material's
finally shot back at me
into a permanent negative

BEHOLD!...THE MAN!...

Gordon's Park
By "OBSIDIAN!!!" [Excerp from "This Eye of Mine" c. 2006]



he sat upon a throne
of stone
looking out
through the pages of his
pictures
to a deaf toned world
deaf toned to the worlds
he snapped without
words
without
tone
black and white he wrote
he wrote "Shaft"
"Superfly" was his son's progeny
he pimped poems...

but Horace Greeley's deaf toned
so he groans poems out
like grinding steel...

eye sit under
the moon
eye shade trees
and wonder why the
park's named 'Greeley'
when he should just shut
his fucking mouth of steel

'cause he stole
poems snap shot
from Gordon Parks
in Gordon's Park
he posed
thief-like
newspaper's slight in
his hand
eye shall want to topple
his throng and replace it
with the likes of a
black man and
X out Horace Greeley's
likeness

a bird sits atop his
head Horace Greeley's
dead like Gordon Parks
but he has no park
'cause he was too dark
to snap the likeness of

now Horace Greeley sit
upon a throne of
stone
looking out while
looking in
he likes to pretend
he smiths poems
snap shot like
Gordon Parks
in Gordon's Park

HOBO BOB & EYE SPENT...LIKE TWENTY YEARS, OR SO...WRITING THIS BOOK...

The Hegemenist

by "OBSIDIAN!!!" [Except from "This Eye of Mine" c. 2007]

they will never...
they will never know
the prose of our penmanship
the 'worlds without end'
the kingdoms that have since
crumbled to dust
aryan...

they will never...
they will never know
the scythian trumpets
the hale walls that
held the breath of
labyrinthine cities
the walls!
crenulated and strong
ancient and furlong

they will never...
they will never know
the bearded men brave
and daring
daring the wind and
the hail of lightening arrows
the screams of men under
trampling hooves

they will never...
they will never know the
fairness of acheminid women
their dark hair waving
in the moon lit niches
and breeze...

they will never...
they will never know
the corruption of time
the hour glasses
broken...
the sacred words whispered
in dreams

they will never...
they will never know the
true saga
of the hegeminist...