this
today
saturday
tonight
night
here
right here
sitting
this
yes
in the
chair
you
over there
yes
I’m
here,
right here
can you
hear me
yes
loud
and
clear
good
then
let us
begin
my word
son
what is
up
with
you
you talk
like
branded
cattle
no no
sorry
this
is
just the
way
I talk
this
here
is
exported
from
dark
factories
today
fast
this
oiled
slickness
first
this
next
the next thing
look
listen
feel what
is happening
okay
fashion yourself
prepare
weather
stabs
your
cartoon
eyes
small
bird pecking
your vision out
today
is
so
over
lost
gone
poof
poor
almost
poverty
past passed
your
hobby is
pottery
we have
more guns
and fear more
check under
this pillow
you will find one
here
just my iPod
kitten tries
to eat
the cord
two pairs
gone to
the graveyard
just like
that
back in the day
we spent money
like we ate
popcorn
now we dig
deep in our
plastic pumpkins
look here
look at this
fifty bucks worth
from the years
end of the day
pocket emptyings
savor life’s memories
create more
say the blunt things
say the gentle
be yourself
honk the horn
sometimes don’t
find a balance
you can’t
be the same
every day
accept of yourself
what profits cannot
promise
what your budget
cannot fix
in the box
the oven
the stove
on the burner
on the table
the milk crate
book shelf
table made
into a desk
the lampshade
cat on her lap
with sharp claws
stretching not
meaning harm
Dostoevsky
before a
mock firing squad
shoes quiet
a maddening
sentence
confinement
may days
be like clear mirrors
reflecting
ugly pretty selves
I know
what I’m
working with
does it
make a
difference
trying now
to make
up
for
consciously
painfully
aware
lost
time
“I
could be
reading
now”
My body is like a UPS sore, but of a happiness like I can’t remember b/c I think it is something new. Not a pipe dream or a hockey game, but today and tonight and tomorrow and the next day into next week until pay day and then the rainy days on to spring, sunshiny days, can you imagine, what God has in store for us with Him or without Him in the picture what is unfolding for us, these so-called terrorist days in the way of real living, breathing days, just what we could be accomplishing with our guns put away? Real work, real relaxation, true realization. Revelation. Revolution. What’s the difference? If it will do any good, I will communicate until I’m blue in the face, till the lot of you show the fruit of it. Save the cereal from the soggies. Can you do it? Save yourself like you put on armor and go off with right and left arms swinging. One limb sent to Boston, the other the sunshine state. I can congratulate. And you, yourself, I ask nothing. Karma tears pocket holes and the coins ping the ground. Do you wanna see this? It’s what happens to you. Best be true. Vegetarianism is not about you. That’s the best part. It’s not about you. It’s not for you. It’s for someone else.
hey
you
stranger
some
one
else
you
mr.
un-
name-
ed
say
why
not
tell
me
your
story
what’s
to say
you
don’t
fancy
talking
I don’t
know
I’ve
just
been
wandering
this
Twilight
Zone
town
with no
people
in it
going
mad
talking
to myself
and
failing
miserably
There’s this girl here I’ve been thinking about mustering up some steam over, if maybe one day, I could say, I could say to her, maybe you’d like to marry me. I mean me. I just said that. I know you’d like to get married, but I mean, me? What the hell do you think? I mean, I’m sorry. I’m a little worked up. I mean, what do you think about that, what do you think? You and me, getting married? I mean, as a marriage, a marriage thing? You think that shit would work out? Oh, I’m sorry – boy, where is my head tonight? Holy Star of David, listen to what I’m saying. I know, I’m talking craziness, missy. Would you listen to that? I can stir up the worst of it, can’t I? Well, in case I ask you some time for real one day, I’d like an honest answer. You don’t have to love me, I could settle for just looking at your face every day. I’m capable of taking in a good bashing to the skull, if you want. If you’ve got aggressions you want to let out, my face can be your open invitation. I can take what you got. Trust me, I can be crazy about you. I got crazy before I even met you, just to get prepared for you. What do you think we marry the first time and do it again, for the hell of it, while the fire falls? It’s all flowers to me, you know that, right?
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