Because, if I don’t write what I actually see happening in this unhappy...– Big Sur, Kerouac
Happy Intellects Don't Exist
Wanting warm blankets instead of Cold nights . Wanting realizations we’ve dreamed Instead of realization that goes against dreams . Wanting friend’s understanding Without understanding friends . Wanting bright constellations Without rough clouds to sort through . Wanting declarations of independence Before remembering to appreciate What we depend on . It’s not...
No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise in the writer, no...– Robert Frost
Steps Ironed Quest Hear me Howl Siren-ed Text Hear me Silent ‘Round Unrest Hear me Chant Modern Dress
Fuck you, Romeo. →
I. I’ve written more poems for you than I’ve written for myself. I don’t know how to make desperation sound like something beautiful anymore. I no longer have a sweet tooth, and I’ve realized that sugar-coatings dissolve in something as neutral as water. II. I’m about to destroy..
why are you so frightened of being embarrassed? you spend a lot of time on the...
Bullshit Don't Sound Too Shitty Now
I’d like to think Deep inside our earth Lies a black box With all truth inside . Statistics that would teach Poetry a lesson . Reality that would silence Ego-fueled bias . Concrete that would turn debate club Into a group therapy session . Abstract that would put Missionaries n’ terrorists out of work . No, life wouldn’t be any easier, And black box conspiracy...
The lady was the most unfaithful and terrible I had ever encountered and I knew...– Bewitched in New York
Flip Flop Number Five
Taken arise Through moonless night Listening to drunks Feeling their size . Snapshot captured Emphatic laughter Pot-shot-punks Smoke thick rapture . Then came a peasant With peasant presents Got eyes like funk Lips like resin . Laying down Lit Tossing soft fibs Don’t need a chump Chanting ‘bout tits . The show lays low Jail-baiting crows Scavenge some hunk Then...
The most marvelous day of all was when I completely forgot who I was where I was...– Big Sur, Kerouac
My Soul Caught Dreaming
Shaking Blue and bloody I crawl towards a golden monument Foggy rays fill my eyes Though I can still hear seagulls And smell ocean . I die at dawn Reborn in the evening Under purple orange sky Celebrating language unknown . Slowly I turn over and graze my palms across cool-calloused brick. . Wind blows into my holy clothes And carries me to my heels towards water . I don’t...
Mother Goose Steps
I’ll read your books, sway your limbs and see you in the present . I’ll give it time, live my legend read beyond crescents . I’ll hip yo’ fix, rhyme-in-line leave suprise to heaven . I’ll drain the sink, fill it up and eat all ma’ lemons .. I’ll crack the case, lose the haste see to it mended . I’ll rock the baby, accept maybe forget...
That’s why I want you to continue toward your goal. If you have to wait...– The Alchemist
An old woman talks to a girl who is Drying her long black hair while sitting on...– Possession
Dirty laundry washed clean Topsy-turny-lucky- feen N’ Ima’ get dirty again Hence, my circular theme
I love the quality of the spoken thought As it happens immediately uttered...– Victor Hernandez Cruz
Two Drink Tango
Selfishly desired Sexually on fire Normally complex Today kinda’ tired . A healed man cunning Circle, run, running A criminal zest Best with honey . Cracked shut silent A wild fuckn’ pilot Turns to the rest Laughing sad riots . Titanic in the air Steaming sweet care Bed-side regret And a love I won’t dare . Hooked on symphonic A problem quite chronic Maybe out west I’d stop...
They’re all throwing stones at the back of my home kicking the dirt in...
Time Spent Alone After New Year's
I’m a man walking down a canyon; on a path I cannot stray from. Whatever flood comes, I will swim it. Whatever thought crosses, I will let it. With my imagination to entertain me, and my survival at risk, I must walk. . Time kills when one realizes time’s the only thing that can save. A strict mistress you cannot fight. However, you can work with her, even...
I met this guy who died We caroused did the bars became...– JLK, Gregory Corso
I’ve seen that expression on my father’s face, a kind of disgusted...– Satori in Paris, Jack Kerouac,
Just a Note; April 26, 2013
Purple flannel Smokin’ Camels Take it easy Turn the channel . Turn it off Trot a’ walk Free to leave Freedom costs . Tuned trump flat I say where I’m at Pacific seaweed Highway crash . Low coast smog Big Sur hog Swaying sweetly Out a talk . Back to bed Sweating sweat It’s all cheap So I stare instead . Creep beat crowds Laugh real loud Puff out breezy Well timed sounds...
Write to please just one person. If you open a window and make love to the...– Kurt Vonnegut (via calmeetvolupte)
Just a Note; April 25, 2013
Leaf stampedes howl under our feet while time ticks face-aching dimples and rapture abused . You check, no one’s watching, and I’d smile . It was always around 9 or 10, I’d pick you up from class drawn by natural ecstasy and the 8 bus sneaking all the sweet I could on long walks nowhere. . Or there was that time filthy drunk in the backseat of my dad’s stolen toyota with...
If you draw a line Precisely safe and parallel to mine, We can sail together...– Geometry, Ken Kesey
Just a Note; April 24, 2013
Now I lay tangle toed n’ ready for action . Scratching morning beard mused two seconds outta’ sixty . Fish-net perception veiling grammatical structure, while a bad sense of humor blasts down doors . one way or another. . Intelligence means nothing, just another medal for the every day soldier. Just another constellation that doesn’t console. . And poetry...
…Hey, in life Where I went, I went Where I stopped, I stopped When I...– Poet Talking to Himself in the Mirror, Gregory Corso
Just a Note; April 23, 2013
Swell me silent Fire my hydrant Take me off Slow, now violent . Change two fools Sweat-shop duels Check the clock Walk real cool . Tear me tender Wearin’ leather Swear my cock Can tell the weather . Chop chewy clues For me, maybe you Heard it gets hot So I got the blues . Feel my thighs Twitching fights Here’s the plot We’ll let it die . Stories scream Childish...
The spirit of Life pours thru the death of me like a river unafraid of...– Drawings of Birds n’ Cats, Gregory Corso
Just a Note; April 22, 2013
Tangerine sunsets vibrantly ring past skylines unreal. Swaying pine inside my gut. . As much as I shake, dry off, shake-repeat-shake, golden moments of past void my presence. I ask myself, “Would you even want to forget it?” . I need more breezy hair panorama. Just one warm evening that’ll trump these goddamn golden sunsets I watched with you. I need to know oceans, skies, wilderness haven’t...
Just a Note; April 21, 2013
These days constance and sanity might be undervalued, or maybe just with the people I frequent. . These days I’m being my own person and not a pre-written Hallmark copy-write. . These days I make pizza at 3 A.M. alone just because. . These days I go out because I want wind, and’ve figured there’s a 20% chance it’ll happen. . These days I’m realizing honesty isn’t bad, that...
I dream I pull down from the sky yards and yards of a mesh-like silver-grey...– It’s Dumb to be a Member of a Dominant Species, Alice Notley
Just a Note; April 20, 2013
I sit while people stand I smoke when people talk I eat when you’re asleep I feel comfortable by chemical I’m sexual and it’s Darwin’s fault I’d talk but’l would talk for days I’d stop being nice if I knew it was the only way I could be nice I’ll yell stories and you can cringe I’d write poetry but writing now I’d cry but not worth it I’d celebrate freedom if I could be sure it was...
Three-fourths of philosophy and literature is the talk of people trying to...– Gary Snyder
Just a Note; April 18, 2013
I’d write poetry, but have no truth, no picture playing in my head. A physical embodiment worthy of no detail, no landscape. Once again I write without image, without center. Throwing pretty words together like it means something. Like I’m actually accomplishing anything. Who in their right mind would think a poem could ever do anything. Nothing but shitty perfume on a hot date. A fools...