Showing posts with label poet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poet. Show all posts

Thursday, November 14, 2013

Help and the Horse Groom (You won't find reasonable men atop tall mountains)



imagine an individual , on a random whim,
throwing bricks from the rooftops,

standing up straight and confidently when ,
presenting their excuse.

/

what you want to know
is how you profit from such a circumstance

I'd be silly to insist that you're wrong
to think cake is better than candy

but maybe you both should reconsider
your current situations

Monday, October 21, 2013

tear

whispering in
to my wrist
you are not bleeding this is no wound*- these are loosely bound roses
momentary but
with momentum

as much about process as about the finished product



our tedious nostalgia
our stories
a space  in which we lose our balance, we die


this poem is planned
and
paced

resting
in the background
its echoes

you saying you hear me
and the Sea

Thursday, September 5, 2013

jhunk



Long black loose
Faling down
           At the waist
A faded blue throat     pulledtight and shoeless
the corner of her mouth
highlighting her legs

Friday, August 9, 2013

i know you are disappointed  that it can't all be
vi  o    lence
but don't w  orry i t i s
but most of itis


silent

Thursday, March 21, 2013

untitled



she died.
probably should have saved that for the last line but, that's what happened;
she died.
dead almost a year,
then me and pills and insomnia (still)
and depression/exhaustion/loneliness coupled with the human condition , the never-ending elephant
in the waiting room
and tax time to pay the piper figuratively and literally, but no ones playing pipes
and even the dirges have ended


it's weird but not good-weird


and that's likely the reason I whisper in my sleep

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

8 minutes in





tried to watch a documentary film, Shakespeare Behind Bars,
got 8 minutes in Caliban describes how at 9 years old his Tshirt was torn while being molested by the older boys in the
neighborhood.

When he got home his alcoholic old man calls him a lying punk and asks if he knows how much he had to pay for that Tshirt.
Within a year the old man is raping him on a regular basis.
Within 2 years his mother is.

Caliban sits in his cell and shares everything,
no blah blah blah scenarios,
none of those.

I couldn't watch
I feel guilty for not finishing the film
that's as much as I can share.

Thursday, January 10, 2013

Trading Hammer for Axe



We make our choices and we're each responsible ...
or
are we all so horrible,
so embittered, that we believe in a God
                                                             that rests
as we are
completely destroyed

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

The Bro Not Taken

A man can be himself only so long as he is alone.
-Arthur Schopenhauer


Dam!,This Fukn Bangs!!
Real Whoopty!!!
Dis some good shit rockman
as the first fucking thing
this some hardpunch in the shoulder
some Babysitters Art Phag
some Blood Guts and Pussy
some face fuck, head giving ·
maidsex, cowgirl, doggy style, rough fuck,
Pornstar  arse-wipe, arsehole, arsenio-hall,
Flatulence Unlimited
Floss With This!

Butt of course,
Every amazing bromance moment
goes out the window because Arthur is being a straight faced fuck head.

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

He Refused to Let Them

i'm not dreaming of an anchor
biting my nails
down at the shore
strung out on gummie bear sugar
and bullshit youth

this is my second
i could do anything really

just tell me when
and guide me

The Truth About GrabbaMuffin Deep Pore Cleanser

This product
 (along with Love
Your Face
 lotion) cleared
 up breakouts on my
chin and demolish
ed blackheads on my
 nose! Works well, but
you need to use a "generous
amount" for it to
do its job. (Jingle) Cyborgs
 love love love it, Come
 put a little love in
my glove

this will surely leave and be unwelcome to the memory

this is unusual
this is largely aesthetic
the distance
that separates that
this is a strange release\

this serves as a constant reminder
to be enjoyed (like a manifesto)
this is the most focused we've been

this is the section where two appear
this continues the drama
(like familial issues)
if this is the one we got
I got this down
Ah, yeah. ; )

Our Children Will Be Raised By Video Games Talking About Sugar While They Die

I don't really have a lot of interest in it, but
It was like an infusion of classic Disney elements and Pixar's awesomeness
with snatches of pointless conjecture

At the end, he drives into a tunnel. Funny stuff. But don't get me wrong- Chink is racial slur!
Furthermore, there are people (I'm not one of them) who are not naturally blind to their perspective
in terms of quality of thought
In my experience, people who are able to take drugs in moderation, and excel at everything, are the best kind of people.
It's all about perspective.