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Letter in Verse
If I could write you something
as complicated as calico cats
(shy as genes receding)
find a way to make this
as delicate as dust
across the surface
of an imperfect planet
indented from impact
with the interstellar
make this as flat
as planes or as straight
as lines if I knew how
to beat all the times
to run a perfect mile
drawn to a point
and set to dance
all along the head
of a stainless steel pin
but all I can draw
and all I can paint
so that you will have to settle
for rudely crafted circles
full of poorly painted squares
a child\'s scribble
in place of the long elegance
of ells and effs
the crude scribble
of subway walls
and bathroom stalls
the disjointed syntax of prophets
and liars where the well paced words
of poets and lyres might do just as well
What do I have to offer in return?
with hands as bare as beggars
and soft as speechless children?
Nothing but the attention
of a ragged dreamer
Moments During a Lunch Hour
Moments During a Lunch Hour
Fat coffee pots steam
stuttering amongst themselves
like contented hens
gap toothed glass racks
smile back when pulled, losing teeth
one drink at a time
the receipt printer
chitters like nervous mice when
someone\'s about to leave
The Translucence of Motion
The Translucence of Motion
There is an ash haired angel
laying pallid and pale
naked and bruised
in straight sheets
with stiff corners
to cut an unwary tongue
The room is full of
the sound of sheets
against his skin
rustling paper in a dry summer wind
He is rolling over on the morning
closing his eyes to the sun
resting beneath the white
Thicknesses and layers
measured breath and multiple meanings
behind the words she speaks
sharp eyed smiles
and the charred thrill of climbing thighs
and beating hearts
In the bed his body bends
without premeditation or permission
He cuts himself a thousand times
on the sharpness of his sheets
tracing the translucence
of his motion
[Night. Denny's. Three 19 year olds in a booth, table covered in coffee cups and clutter. Jack and John go to State U. Donny goes to community college.]
Jack: You know what I was thinkin' about?
Jack: Bark bark.
Donny: You were thinking about dogs?
Jack: No Donny, seals bark too.
Donny: Seals bark?
John: What were you thinking about?
John: What about him?
Jack: I was thinking about the middle east and all that bullshit and I was thinking about the Red Sea, and how like Moses parted it. That mutherfucker parted the Red Sea. Like, do you have any conception of how large a task that is? I mean, it's one thing to see him do it in cartoons, but to have parted the Red Sea, like that's some mutherfuckin' talent.
John: He didn't part the red sea.
Jack: He did fuckin' too. It's in Exodus. Imagine that shit, imagine how much fucking water that. I mean, when they show it in cartoons you don't get a real sense of that, but like, the Red
Horses Saviors and Smoke
Horses, Saviors, and Smoke
Walking out of the heat and grease
I watched smoke from a building
twist like a flag in the wind
forever disappearing into the watery blue
Getting off the freeway
I saw road signs hang like saviors
on municipal crosses
Driving home through the cold
I watched houses climb silhouetted hills
like white horses mounting the moonlight
Three Minutes Before the End
Three Minutes before the End of the World
I am hesitating
beneath a paper skirt
in the liquid moment
She smells something sweet
for the water in the air
suffusing the artificial fruit
invisible in her skin
must be full
and glossy as the mirrored moon
but all I can see
are her hips
trembling between my hands
this is inappropriate
in the middle of the street
At three minutes before
the end of the world
we should do more
than dread each others'
But we aren't
So she trembles
and I swear
As the world ends around us
comes alive with morning
Let it Drown
Let it Drown
The single most fact
that stings most\'s that
I\'ve written nothing
that\'s even worth keeping
and I keep thinking
while you\'re all sleeping
that I\'m worth reading
but nobody interesting
me to keep printing
so now I\'m just tired, a little bit jaded
cause I\'m still dreaming
of all the things I want, but just can\'t have
because it\'s all up front, not in my bag
and even though I write all day
I can\'t find the right thing to say
that this things mine
so maybe now it\'s time
to make shit mine
just to settle the score
peel back wounds just to make them raw
I\'m still angry that I am here
in my parents house
while you\'re all out
in the world throughout
and I\'m still mad \'cause it\'s so clear
that it\'s my fear
that that might keep me here
and then I\'ll never leave this place
except for groceries
or a case of beer
and I\'ll not succeed
and that I\'ll end up just like you
or the way you\'re acting
and I don\'t like y
Adam and Yamila
[They are backstage at a strip club. The backdrop is a dingy velvet curtain, the only props are a set of stairs leading up to the curtain. Colored lights flash behind it and Metallica seems to play endlessly]
Adam: Did you'd think I'd forgotten you?
Yamila: You have.
Adam: But you're here.
Yamila: In a paper vacuum where I can't even hear the sound of my own voice. How can I even be sure I'm speaking?
Adam: You've your tongue to tell you.
Yamila: It's your tongue in my mouth.
Adam: Don't be coy, it doesn't suit you.
[She turns her back to him.]
Adam: You're here. [He touches his heart]
Adam: Ok. Here. [He touches his temple]
Yamila: But I want to be here [She grabs his crotch]
Adam: You were never were.
Yamila: I know, I aimed for your cock and I ended up behind your ribs.
Adam: It's not your fault. Your aim was flawless.
Yamila: It's your dick that's fuckin' flawed.
Adam: Yeah. It curves left.
Yamila: That's not a flaw
Transformers: We Came in WarTransformers: We Came in War
Setting: Sometime during the Bay films
Characters: Optimus Prime
We came to this planet because ours was gone.
The quest for power consumed our home. The need for domination destroyed us. Still we live, and yet there is a piece in each of us that has been decimated forever. We will never recover what we have lost.
I look down upon this planet, and I wonder why we try.
It is evident by now that we have lost the capacity for peace. War follows in our wake. We came to retrieve the AllSpark, which has long since been lost, and we are still here. All that came of attempting to revive our planet was the relocation of the war from our planet of death to this planet of life. There is so much life on this planet. All of it we have sworn to protect. This is the promise we have made to them. But the promise would not need to have been made if we had never co
AndromedaAmongst the darkened skies
Brightened by only starlight
Field & Sea.
Gravity is only an afterthought
Hilltops become ladders into the sky while
Inferior planets stare down upon the Earth
Jealous of such simplicity yet contemplating grandeur.
Keppler only thought of science
Linear, elliptical, movement…
Mythology had no such thoughts
Neptune & Nebulas both inhabit space
Orbiting across the lonely darkness
Probably never worried about mundane things
Questioning their existence
Right now or for all eternity such as us.
Shooting stars make us joyful while
Terminator is an otherworldly spectacle
Unknown to all those hidden in their houses
Various stars await us outside
Waiting to play like we did before
Xenagogue & inviting
Youthful but ancient curiosities.
Zenith induced euphoria continues until daylight…
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