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Man of ScienceOne day, brilliant men and women, with full minds and gray hearts, will redefine the meaning of life.
A Tibetan monk will rise from tending his garden to meet the mail courier. After six decades of daily meditation he will learn that humanity has reassigned the roles of abstract thought.
I picture myself being asked to adorn an unbecoming lab coat. I don't own a shirt that isn't black, so I'll put up a fight. But, when my fist hits the sterility of refrigerated logic my knees may bend.
I have one more chance to kiss the hand of Professor Petri Dish. I remember lips tasting like strawberries. Now, as I bite my own, they taste like bleach.
The Possible Future-
They calculated how long it would take to hunt down the refugees. All of the abstract thoughts fled into the countryside. God and Love committed suicide under the last cobblestone bridge in Jacksonville, Florida. Dream was black bagged and thrown onto a train. They keep her in a maximum security facility and every time she tries to
The Hottest 30 DaysThe traffic never bothered him until he had nowhere to go.
It took two hours to get across town and he forgot the applications.
There wasn't snow on the ground, so he pulled over
and parked in a tow away zone. He walked around
the center of that city and thought about his father standing in line
with him at the Hartford shopping mall twenty seven years earlier
in the town where he grew up.
It's Christmas time and all of the other children are
pissing themselves with anticipation.
Over the scent of plastic evergreens and candy canes,
his father still smells like motor oil and top shelf bourbon.
The closer he gets to the obese man in the red coat,
the more he shakes with fear. Tears well up in his eyes.
Right before it's his turn, his dad pulls him out of line and
they walk quietly back to the car.
His dad doesn't turn the heat on or bother looking in the rearview mirror;
"Don't make me leave w
There are no stars tonight. The sky is
alone and my skin waits
patiently for the rain.
Our roses withered and died that summer.
You blamed God, but He did not let
dust gather on the only tin watering can
The day you left me in a flower shop,
I decided to put what was left of my faith in an old
man spouting clichés to his granddaughter.
"If you don't like the weather here, wait a couple of minutes."
Half a year and I am still praying for a storm
to cool me down.
BeautyShe baked cookies every Saturday morning. The doorbell would ring, without fail, and always interrupt my favorite cartoon show. I dragged my young body down the stairs and opened the front door. The elderly woman, our neighbor, beamed at me. She held a large tray of freshly baked treats in her fragile arms. Always filling my head with rustic banter, I listened to her speak, nodding with false interest. Typically we chatted for half an hour, then, with an enormous smile, she turned away and shuffled back home. Welcoming her departure, I stuffed my mouth with a pecan sandy and raced back upstairs.
Her husband passed away in his sleep one Friday night. She called my mother the next afternoon to let her know of the man's death and also to apologize for missing our Saturday morning ritual. Sunday evening, I heard a gentle tapping on the door. I peeked out the window and saw her standing
Acid Girl 03Take a breath. I don't remember having lungs
We found each other in the worst kind of alley
Philosophy majors get the concept of a dumpster
Between Zhuangzi and a blowjob,
there must be a difference
I woke up in reverse today
Any nice guy has a shot with a stripper
Conversations with the creature in the corner
He's excited that my skin is melting
She meets me in the pretend hotel lobby
Concrete, turn around, ants at a picnic
Adult drinks for breakfast, semi circle dinners
I'm in love with easy veins
She picked out her bride's maid dress at Wal-mart
I was dead for six whole months
First day back, Lazarus didn't change
House wives walking their cats on a leash
They wish their brains were as stained as mine
I still remember how to use a phone
It can't be winter without a fatal car wreck
We went to church last year
She thought it was a movie
Turn around and no one is there
I paid for the double feature
Campfires on the windowsill
Lightning strikes as many times as you want it
Memories of b
Acid Girl 01All tongue
Remember, you're not dead until
you're warm and dead
Switch it on
Babies with knives infant morality
Of course there are dragons
She feels like sawdust and ecstasy
All of my money has pictures of naked women
where the presidents should be
Graffiti in a bathroom
We're briefly realized
Something makes me the moon
Shame leaves my body
This has to be purgatory
A chin needs wiped off
Everyone decides to be the same white guy
sitting around a typewriter
I want to fuck the third rail
Take it out to dinner
She gets jealous
I'm quite aware of the statistics
1 suicide every 40 seconds
1 out of 5000 north Atlantic lobsters are born bright blue
Hand on thigh
Vanilla ice cream in the park
Strawberry I scream in the dark
We scarred away the junkies
Has it been 30 years in Baton Rouge already?
She pretends the sun is fast forward rising
Just a glow in the dark condom in the trash can
These nights will be the end of me
Take her t
The YearOnce, in the clear twilight, you asked if wishes
could beget more than sobs.
My wish for you Prevail in this glum haven.
What the wind saw actually happened. The season
stood motionless, alert. I keep losing things.
I wonder- Is there a strangeness too complete in me?
Must I relearn trust in the evening rush hour, and
never stop to think?
All I have time for these days is time itself. At least,
that's how it feels to me. I know it well.
The map of my imagined city. But
it has its own way of slipping past any fullness that
was going to be.
You waited in line for winter. There was pipe smoke in cafes,
and outside the great ashen windows became another chance.
I'm All That's Left of MeI’m All That’s Left of Me
She put her lips on the fountain when we were kids.
I've kissed too many people to still be mad about it.
The first time she slept in my bed I had visions
of my grandfather decaying in his coffin.
(The scuttle of tiny legs and a far away buzzing)
I woke up to a thousand pairs of eyes staring at me.
Hers were closed, but her mouth started moving.
“People who dream about the dead often attract flies.
I’ll tell you my nightmares if you tell me yours.”
It was winter and the windows were closed.
There are flowers that bloom once in a life time.
The things I see during the day prepare me for the night.
A family moved into her old house.
They don’t leave beer cans on the front porch.
For some reason that makes me sick.
The only picture I didn't burn is of her
looking past the lens and straight into my eyes.
Everything else about that life is gone.
Sometimes even me.
This is the worst day to tell me I’m blind
WastelandThree tours in Iraq and a bullet to the leg didn't stop him. They tell me what changed him was coming through U.S. customs. The metal detectors and apathetic stares. The donut kiosk. Now he is standing on the porch and avoiding everyone that came to his party. I've only met the guy once at another Fourth of July barbeque and that was a long time ago. Welcome home.
I notice an application for Arby's on the kitchen table. Someone was using it as a coaster and the paper is still soggy in the middle. Scotch sweats more in the summer time. I need to smoke.
I pull open the screen door and walk outside. He doesn't turn his head to look at me. He doesn't say hello or smile. I stand in front of him and try to make eye contact. He's about my age but so much older. When I strike my Zippo, his free hand clenches and his beer hand jumps to his mouth. &
The First Thunder of JuneI could tell from the way
the truck barreled down the road,
how its motor revved and caught on the air,
that a storm was coming.
The dog shook,
his twelve-year hips aching with the effort
of tucking his tail between his legs
in the hope that such displays of submission
would appease the weather.
They did not.
The sky turned feral and spat on the house.
While my old-hound panted
with his panic-wide eyes,
mine filled with awe and lightning.
ShiverYou take twelve steps;
the thirteenth becomes a spiderweb.
Its voice cracks out through the winter,
A death rattle.
If you pivot towards the shore,
it'd witness nothing more than
the hopeless groan that leaves your throat
when you recognize futility.
Remember what your father said--
about laying down on ice
like you were a sheet.
He neglected to mention
how frigid the bed.
A beat--you start to move,
trembling like the skeleton trees.
How evil the water leers.
Each moment a torment
as you slowly kneel,
the fire in your knees giving way
like your footing.
Your breath comes short
in smoke-signal gasps
and for all the warmth inside your coat,
its heat is worthless when wet.
How curious the light
when filtered thus--
through water and ice
like cathedral casements.
The blue is like your sister's eyes
and you wonder
if they'll be as wet as you
when you are pulled back out.
Drowning seems slower
when the water's cold.
Then again, you've never died before
Empty HymnsHow cold the sky
that strikes me blind--
I look into the grey
and it devours me.
If I could wrench heaven
from behind that concrete palisade,
would it fall too fast
and crush me?
I prayed for rain;
imagining they're pieces of grace,
torn from the hem of God.
I'd give my soul to drown in them,
to open my lungs and drown in them.
O Lord, flood me!
Where is my faith,
that I call to God for such an end?
My hope is washed away,
leaves on a river,
bleached of color.
Tear from my throat
this wordless despair,
cast it down from me,
wrest it from my chest--
it throttles my conviction.
For all the dreams I've had,
they rend my waking mind.
And for all my aspirations,
I am nothing.
True SilenceNature is a name enshrouded in mystery. Some say it possesses a unique mind of its own and devises plans humans would be incapable of doing. It has secrets that are beyond comprehension of mortals. Yet at times, nature allows such secrets to be unveiled by a select few humans. One of such secrets is True Silence.
It was a still night too still in fact. The overgrown pine trees lining the driveway rustled not the slightest, looming over, resembling silent guardians. The eerie northern winds along with its wailing notes had settled as dust in perforated holes behind door frames remained untouched. The wilderness too hushed as bats fled the area and grasshoppers and crickets bounded off, reclining from the aura that surrounded that house. If preciseness be employed then; that house on that very night.
While nature prepared its festivities for the next few moments, a girl lay under covers of a comfortable double bed, slowly noticing all familiar sounds around her dimi
Shanghai SyndromeI'm bound to
a bed of death
and a wall of pain.
mocks my fear,
so I laugh back.
targeted at me
miss by mere
of gleaming metal
the pitch dark
I see them,
but I simply
as sharper tongues
pierce my ears.
As the barking
of what sounds
like angry Mandarin,
I bark back:
"Why am I here?"
"What did I do to you?"
"What did I do to deserve this?"
"I will not partake in your
thrift clothing scheme!"
hiding in her
As she mocks
I mock her laughter.
like a plane crash
against my body
gives me another
excuse to laugh.
Why show the pain
on my face
when the pain is
I have pain
except my face.
All I do
is laugh the
This goes on
until the break
With my laughte
Dance With MeDance With Me
Can you teach me how to dance
Show me each step and stance,
I want to dance with you away
Into a brighter day,
Let us waltz across the room
Just like we're bride and groom,
Let us dance over the sea
Across the stars and moonbeams,
Let us sway into the night
Where we're painted in silver light,
Let us dance through the fire
As we make a path of desire,
Let us sway into the stars
A tango set us free from pain,
And samba brings us through the rain
Let us dance until the end
Forever I'll hold your hand,
The only rhythm that we need
Is your steady heart beat,
The songs of love only we hear
Tenderly in each others ear,
And we both know it is true
As we both whisper, "I love you."
Sweet SolitudeSweet Solitude
A burning feeling is inside of me,
to vanish for a bit and not be seen.
Disappearing just for a while,
to lose myself and not be found.
A place where I can be alone;
where only silence can be heard.
The only sound will be the
beating of my aching heart.
Where there are no issues from life,
or drama from something going on.
Where I can hear the wind as it whispers to me.
Feeling its soft breath up against my skin,
as it slowly kisses me gently,
soothing my inner self as I listen to its sweet melody.
In this place where I sit,
alone and calm,
nothing else seems to matter
as time freezes and falls apart.
No phones that will ring,
or people who need me.
Especially the ones who don't
understand when I need to be
with just me.
Here I can sit and look at the water,
for time has stopped and is not moving forward.
I can see the ripples in the sea,
hearing it splash against the rocks ever so gracefully.
A soothing sound that is relaxing me.
Grains of sand run through my fingers,
My Parents"Oh, darling, you are so
beautifully boring and conservative"
"And you, love, are so wonderfully
prickly, closed-minded and strict. I think
that we should ride off into the sunset
(but not too noisily
and not if it's after curfew)
while respecting local speed limits
in a fuel-efficient minivan
painted a lovely shade of grey"
"Oh yes, darling, I agree
and I think we should get married
in a respectable Catholic church
and have 2 children
(whom we will dutifully mould into our values)
and have a financially feasible life together."
"Oh, love, our life will be so
it's just what I've always wanted."
Salt of the EarthWe made a meal out of the afternoon. Forgot all about
Houston and the bar tab. I expected you to cough when that truant
blew smoke in your face. My fists were clenched at my side.
But you only laughed and asked the kid if you could bum a nail.
"I've got stage four lung cancer Jack. Which lucky cigarette do you think sealed the deal?"
Your watch started beeping. You pulled out a small bag of pills and tossed them into your mouth.
Chased them with the round of Jim Beam I had ordered for myself
"Now what kind of friend would I be if I let you poison yourself?"
I didn't ask why your wife hadn't called to see where you were.
By 8 o'clock you were pissed and I decided to get you home.
"O Jacky boy. Don't you know? Home is where the heart is?"
Today I thought about how it doesn't feel right to be drinking my own shots.
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
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