Posts Tagged ‘poetry’

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
measured
in units of honies
penetrated
and trash cans of whopatooli
emptied
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

And the Weiner is…

June 16, 2017

“Walk the red carpet
and enjoy the Oscars,”
she said
she was talking about
her pubic hair
and vagina
to a certain mind
it might have been
sexy, certainly
but to another kind of mind
it conjures vacuuming
crumbs of food
held secure in the fibers
shampooing
to get out
the deeply ground in
grime
not to mention
the unappealing vision
various Oscars represent
the ‘grossly indecent’ Wilde one
the furry green and grouchy guy
who lives in a garbage can
of all places, a hole
one doesn’t want associated
with a lady’s most precious places
and wieners
because of course that bologna
it has a first name
it’s O-S-C-A-R
which leads, natural casing and all
to thoughts of penises
and although
there’s a hard one there
waiting to enjoy the Oscars
the realization comes
you are but a nominee
and the hall tomorrow
will be cleaned and rented out again

Lost Letter

June 15, 2017

Attention
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
goodbye
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
collapsed
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
“No,”
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