Posts Tagged ‘poems’

Self-Awareness is Hard

June 22, 2017

the organism
is lead to do
the same thing
day after day
or failing that
whenever the opportunity arises

the organism
cannot comprehend
why it does
what it does
actions performed
relentlessly repeated

the organism
is without question
asking nothing
of itself
of its motivations
content to be what it is

the organism; however, sadly
is not
what it is
it is something else
entirely concealed
by biology beyond

the organism

A Double Amputee’s Dream of Legs

June 20, 2017

Please be advised
your gender is in your head
your sex is between your legs
they may not match
they may not mix
but if they do
it’s one less problem for you

Talkin’ Bout Their Generation

June 19, 2017

For men of an age
all tales are ones of reminiscence
and too often, conquest
their current worth, perhaps
in units of honies
and trash cans of whopatooli
these are their manful tales
memories that help to fortify
a diminishing virility

I do not want to become
one of these men
of an age
for my value
to be wrapped up
in a kind of
masculine equity
once purchased in decaying desperation
whose value is now raised by gentrification
to be sold in stories parceled
to a younger generation

Los Angeles

June 17, 2017

Sun a torch beam
onto blue waters
underground I swim through
in silence on my back
under bats over fish
drifting inches below
nose to nose
with stalactites
and no muse touches me
to write a single line

In the woods
iguanas scurry in the brush
a millions squeaks and squawks
cheeps, chirps, tweets, gobbles
daylight breaking
setting on fire the pyramid
at Chichen Itza
history aglow
and no breath of inspiration
fills my lungs

I am an empty wreck
no heart beats
as I suck the soul
from cocoanuts and bottles
and so much more
diving, trying, into myself
where nothing is found
no word or tune
no verse or impromptu whistle
until when…

The loop into the sky
off the 105
descending to 110
my city there for me
my return
the welcome home to my home
and all the songs in me
begin to sing
every time we leave
‘regrasamos’ I say
because it’s a promise
this is where the end comes
after siesta
at about quarter to five

Lost Letter

June 15, 2017

people of the USS USA
please be advised
your lengthy holiday
is coming abruptly
to its end
the captain has abandoned the helm
to go suck his own dick
in the case of this
unfortunate event
you may kiss your own
corn-fed ass
and in gratitude
it may serve as a flotation device
buoying you onward and outward
beyond the nuclear breakers
to your next election
even as the sharks beneath
and vultures overhead
circle and wait
contrary cogs turning
as above
so below
there you are
stuck in the middle
like the meat in a sandwich
bite down America
the time has come
this wallet jammed in your mouth
might save your tongue
your voice
and you may speak again
but the vacation’s over
and on the honeymoon
of 240 plus years
the only children conceived
are the unkind whores all too eager
to bury you
and take
joyfully triumphant
all the wealth
from off both the chest of drawers
and the wallet
leaving you
fucked to death
to rot

Sacred Ground to Dust

June 12, 2017

And all the universe
became a pollution
of dead gods
when my pantheism
into atheistic ruins
where once
was a concrete step
imbued with divinity
there is now
a coarse cement sepulcher
for the doomed deity
entombed forever within
even as time
grows moss upon it
and erodes it into dust
each mote
carries the death
of all that was holy
as does every falling leaf
every atom cast
from every exploding star
all time
all space
a mass grave
for reckless beliefs

Who Wants to Die for Art?

June 10, 2017

Your murder on a holiday
will make your death more newsworthy
than the page three blurb
it otherwise would have been
be thankful your killer
had the good sense
to shoot you in the face
both with a gun and a camera
the footage of which
he posted to social media
not many are so fortunate
as to have their violent end
brought to national attention
by such a consummate
man of show business
his eye to sensationalistic detail
the unhinged rant, the random act
triggered by a break-up
by money problems
all confessed concisely
“I cracked,” he said
he cracked, luckily, on you
the family you leave behind
children, a spouse
biological accomplishment
increases your murder’s importance
elevating a mere atrocity
to art… to drama… to tragedy
in your demise you soar
high above the mundane
on Easter, a day of celebrated resurrection
you shine
a newly born star
for a little while

Back to It Tonight

June 7, 2017

At dawn parting
exhausted by the night’s labors
no prescription of clocks
or astronomically marked
calendar days
could make me accept
after the long graveyard’s work
when cheerful colleague chirped
“See you tonight,”
that I would
see her tonight
reeling against the fact
of the word
a sharp cold shiver
striking the bones
out into the winter morning
from off factory floor
single word
steam of air
a futile denial
when truth it is
to turn one’s back to it

Treacherous Felicity

May 22, 2017

listless in subserviency
ancient flowers enshrouded thusly
incubator to the redundant
corpulence of fleshy commitment
under animal reign
sanctification of belligerence
within obscurantism extreme
manipulation meta-data genetic
forcibly disrupted, disregarded
anti-ascendant disciplinary class
fomenting modularity
twin-beaded corruption
actionable disingenuousness
into perpetuity
by nonsense peddlers
primal in disgust
of mordant squalor

The Cullenary Curse

May 19, 2017

On the all too well lit
city streets
he stalked his prey
police and politicians
had done quite the number
porno shops and strip joints gone
prostitutes were nowhere
but there were Apps now
he’d made a profile
it wasn’t difficult
for a young man (HA!)
like him to find
a willing partner
especially since, really
anyone with DTF
on their account would do
not that that (DTF)
was a must
but it helped
and those sorts of women
weren’t looking for long term
which was good
because he had that
which was bad,
for now, at least
because that was why
he was out
to meet up with a stranger
some brief get to know you chit-chat
check into a room
or a secluded park bench
or a graveyard
and BANG!
always the gentleman
he let her pick
and he did it right
made sure that
even though he didn’t love them
and never could
they got theirs before
he got his
after all, that was why they were out
so it was the right thing to do
but so unnecessary
for a couple reasons
if only his girl wasn’t ‘saving herself’
she said ‘for marriage’
he’d proposed, of course, right away
but she said “that”
was no reason to get married
as if “that” was of no consequence
most churchy chicks
who’ve vowed purity
they go in for oral
but not her, naturally
he had to fall for a girl
who couldn’t even grant him “that”
because her virginity
is more important than these other women
than their lives
how easy life could be
if she did not deny him
her bounty
if he could only sup upon
her pure menstrual spring
but no,
because Jesus wants her to wait
so out he has to go
once a month
into shadowy seclusion
to drain a desperate soul her blood
in order to maintain
his eternal youth,
devilish good looks,
and frustrating vampiric existence

…and as for the sex
that was occasionally okay too
but as far as his dear Stephenie knew
he was only using his dates for food
and as long as it was just “that”
then “that”
was fine by her