I was driving home for lunch today,
and I started saying words out loud
different phrases off the
top of my head
single words
making associations
moving along from one
topic to the next
I realized what I was doing
I was writing
into the thin air
it even felt like
a form of prayer
I claimed I was doing it
with as little ego as possible
that it was coming
from a soft heart
you have to do whatever
it takes to get
the words to come
I realized my love for words today
the world is
trying to shut you down
especially with words
with TV with whatever
they can use
it gets to a point where
it’s not a matter of blaming
the TV or radio
it’s a matter of blaming you
blame yourself for
going soft
there is a time to talk
it’s up to you to know when
and to do it well
take your words back
flip them around
show you have some soul
basic, run off
the porch
don’t threaten me
this is purist
indoctrination
no, no
this is what
you get
when you come this far
you start seeing firsts
this is the first time
you see someone die
it won’t be your last
this is the first time you
vomit in front of
other people
it won’t be your last
you come this far
a school will give
an older guy an award
for just the effort
grant me some books
this is the first time
I’ve looked at them
with eagerness
today I felt
more of a stomach knot
again and again
it’s the same with
these people
you get stuck with them
you get stuck with having
to take the dog out
you trap yourself
cut your arms up
bang on doors noisily in hallways
to open up
kind words evaporate from you
you sepia yourself
you’re too dull to see it
you become just like your parents
the only difference is a few years
say nothing at
the dinner table
this rule is broken
there’s no dinner table
eat on the wooden planks
and be happy
my heart is broken
I don’t wait
for the mail any more
everyone stopped writing
ads pour into the box
even after I’m gone
resident: September is
near, aren’t you going to
take advantage of
this High Definition Television set
sale for school?
words fall out of the radiowaves
finally I remember telephone numbers
from when I was sleeping
they want to make it easy
there is only one way of thanking them
work hard on the job
take the downpour of abuse
like a man, like a woman, like an animal
all the best clip art is
of animals
animals always
steal the show
to me
they have the best personalities
qualities and time taken
add words and
be true to yourself
young men are attracted
to such violence
it is rare one sees
manhood in buddha
sitting down
quiet
when the
words are silent
I always question the normalcy
and the so-called pleasure
derived from it
skin crawls to think
I somehow intermingle with it
make compromises
and so on
meditate on that
take good care
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