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Amir
Amir
Jun 16, 2012

i used to burn all my bridges
and let other people
regret it for me.

now I just let things slip away
like pennies in deep waters
and it's passionless
and it's dull.

i watched a
seagull catch a fish
out of chicago's river.

fish about
half the size of the bird,
   dancing head to beak.
    i stood on the bridge
and waited for the fuck
to choke.
he didn't.

my pyrex measuring cup
says patent pending
on the side of it.
what the fuck are
they waiting for?

what
the fuck
          am i
waiting for?

life's no good when
you're comfortable.
happy or miserable,
  if you're used to it,
          you're fucked.

it's only living
        just after the
globes been shook.
just before it all settles.

Amir
Amir
Mar 31, 2012

i'm sure
life was a peach
til he was born breach
but the inversion of his excursion
into the hands of the surgeon left him worse an'
the immersive submersion
in perversive subversion
was only urgin'
the incursion
of aspersions
for subversive diversion
as
an apparition with volition
wishin for position transition
fishin for recognition
of  ambitious cognition    
this in addition
to the malicious conditions
that stitched in repetitions
of neurochemical
         composition
       transmissions
    entailing
the intensity of his propensity
to find immense suspense in the
density of a tense city hence did he
commence in the dispensary
of sound condensed sensory
sensory sensory sensory.

said the intensity of his propensity
to find immense suspense in the
density of a tense city hence did he
commence in the dispensary
of sound condensed sensory
sensory sensory.

Amir
Amir
Jan 15, 2012

me:  its just that
i walk passed you
sleeping so peaceful like
in the breeze of the fan
middle of winter chicago
my windows open
maybe i do burn a little warm
and i look at you
as i walk passed
and your all snuggled up
you're like
tucked in
all
snuggly
in them blanket
and i'm just saying
i walk by
look upons you
with the eyes i have in my skull
and see your closed ones
all within your own skull
and i'm all'thinking on who you are
thinking about whats in that brain
and all withins
and my look
upons
and so then, i'm like
what a good one
ya know
and so

Amir
Amir
Oct 10, 2011

cuál es el alcance
de estas ondulaciones
que se me adelantan
cuando brinco a traves del
lago de la vida.
sin saber a cual orilla
mi ola llegará.

en la sopa
la verdura es carne
como la carne es verdura.
somos así
en este mundo
goteamos como mocos,
contactos fluidos interminables,
respiramos el mismo aire
que ha sido respirado por milenios.

emitimos lentamente nuestros pigmentos
dentro del remolino de la vida,
en este mundo de arte arremolinado.
cada uno tiene su propio color,
y no podemos evitar mesclarlos.

como un tubo de pintura
sin una tapa
que cae dentro de una cubeta,
y cuyo color, en vivo, entra en erupción,
e impregna su entorno.

disiparse pero nunca desaparecer.

como sangre en la pila
se arremolina con substancia
vibrante y brillante.

esta extensión fina de la vida
se disuelve lentamente hasta la claridad.

se hace, no nada,
sino menos de algo
y parte de más.

sale por el desagüe
pero a donde
desde allí?

Amir
Amir
May 28, 2011

it rains
and i smile.

dopamine pumps

as water vapor
excited by evaporation
and
exalted by the elevation,
wishes to remain in the clouds.

but the float is fleeting
and eventually a rain falls.
with it the water,
so enlightened by the episode,
returns to the surface
as it was before
but somehow new.

to remember but never miss being a gas,
understanding the evanescence of effervescence

while

everblue junipers
caress the wet sidewalk
and twigs hug the curb
as they float down the street.

tomorrow sand will appear
at the edges of the road.

I haven't
watered my garden
in over a week.

but
now spear shaped tendrils
of liquid hydrogen monoxide
plummet down at
twenty two miles per hour
making patterns across the
wet surface of the earth.

in the bright spots
rain drop splashes
stumble back and forth
across the dance floor
like cymbal crashes.

wasps,
grounded
by wet wings,
begin their slumber
early,
jaws locked,
legs dangling
off the stem of a flower
whose petals are
battered and wet.

the newly
pregnant
ocean
swells unnoticeably.

streams emerge,
rivers rob banks,
puddles form
around
orangeskin pores;

and the
everblue junipers
caress the wet sidewalk.

triggering

the docile drum
of dopamine,
pulsing,
pumping.
prompting
the corners
of the
eating,
speaking,
spitting hole
to elevate,
elongate, ebb,
and stretch apart
exposing crooked
violent jagged bones
that broke our gum.

the docile drum.

as water vapor
comes to understand
the evanescence of effervescence
to a syncopated beat,

i smile.

2011
Amir
Amir
May 16, 2011

when i get lost
i find myself

in the most various of places
as the echo of my paces
reach outer spaces
i delve inward

like the whirlpool
at the center of a ripple
touching the banks of the pond
and defining itself by them
i am
utterly interdependent
externally anchored
and implicitly bound
to the web of meaning
spun around me
and when you found me
lost
in the most various of places
as the echo of my paces
reached outer spaces
i delved inward

and i found me,
my lost self,
all around me
in everyone
and everything else

(it astounds me
how the pronoun 'he'
implies that
which surrounds the
not-so-isolated subject.)

so when i found 'me'
lost
in the most various of places
as the echo of my paces
reached outer spaces
i delved inward.

i delved inward
and saw outward
myself
a shard of glass
reflecting and refracting
the light bouncing
between so many shards of glass
and i shattered

and i dissolved
and i splattered
so many dots of paint
in an impressionistic painting
that got smudged
and delved inward.

so when you found me
lost
in the most various of places
the echo of my paces
reached outer spaces.

and when i
delved inward
i found myself
outside myself.
like the whirlpool
at the center of a ripple.

Amir
Amir
May 8, 2011

life is energy conversion
thoughts are chemical reactions
you would see these are the answers
if you saw through your distractions

life is energy conversion
thoughts are chemical reactions
you would understand what i'm saying
if you looked passed your distractions

all that lies behind these eyes is
pumping blood and sparking flesh
a molecular symphony
nothing more and nothing less

human heart is just a part
and the body's a machine
we're already codependent
all our bodies are machines

all our lives are codependent
we're all parts in a machine

all that we think that we see
and perceive as reality
through the filters
of our senses
we miss that
which can't be seen

all our bodies are machines
all just parts in a machine

life is energy conversion
thoughts are chemical reactions
you would see these are the answers
if you saw through your distractions

life is energy conversion
thoughts are chemical reactions
you would understand what i'm saying
if you looked passed your distractions

...

fire is
a chemical reaction.

a beautiful and unique
energy conversion.

innocent consumption
sustaining itself
until it fin'lly dies out.
until it fin'lly dies out.

and so is

life
a chemical reaction.

a beautiful and unique
energy conversion.

innocent consumption
sustaining itself
until it fin'lly dies out.
beautiful and unique.

2007
 
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