May 2013
23 posts
“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
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Wanting bright constellations
Without rough clouds to sort through
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Wanting declarations of independence
Before remembering to appreciate
What we depend on
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It’s not...
“No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise in the writer, no...”
– Robert Frost
Distant
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
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Concrete that would turn debate club
Into a group therapy session
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Abstract that would put
Missionaries n’ terrorists out of work
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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
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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
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Slowly I turn over and graze my palms
across cool-calloused brick.
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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
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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
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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
Quatrain Inhalation
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...
April 2013
57 posts
“They’re all throwing stones
at the back of my home
kicking the dirt in...”
1 tag
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)
1 tag
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...
1 tag
“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
3 tags
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
3 tags
Just a Note; April 22, 2013
Tangerine sunsets vibrantly ring past skylines unreal. Swaying pine inside my gut.
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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?”
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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...
2 tags
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.
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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...
1 tag
“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
2 tags
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...
