in a world where the world ends
at the end of the block,
carnivores watch and stare
when i skin my knee jumping
the fence into mr. mcgregor's garden.
where is it that we were together?
who were you that i lived with?
back past the old levee road,
a fen fox bounds over the ridge,
squeezes through the fence,
licks its snout and teeth
and sneaks under the briar patch.
does nature vie with itself?
land contend with sea?
in mr. mcgregor’s garden,
tomatoes sag heavy on the vine
and the atropa, creeps,
trespasses around the hedge.
a glance from your eyes
and my life would be yours.
under the old earth buried
deep as marrow,
a rabbit rises from its rest,
and runs from the dark.
is this darkness in you too?
have you passed through this night?
The howl and gnashing of teeth-
The fox sinks deep
into hair and blood.
Rabbits scream when they die.
How'd it steal into the world?
What seed, what root did it grow from?
Mr. McGregor yells, the backdoor slams.
I jump the fence, run home
lock all the windows.
My mother asks “Are you alright?”
Hours like months,
days like years.
Back to the door
I stay quiet, wonder
what will the farmer do with the body?
That death's got the final word,
it's laughing at her.
I have this gift,
No one can ever spy,
sly quiet me.
A small bird
is what I be.
I'm that shadow,
I'm that breeze.
I'm the one,
no one sees.
The one that no one
cared to find.
The one that always
gets left behind.
So, even after
you're done reading,
please, remember me,
and of my curse of Invisibility.
Vaulting canyons soar on high
Shadows vast in orange sun,
Expedition treads the stones
Of exploration Mars begun.
Shifting sands in freezing breeze
Desolation’s red extreme,
Lifeless in the breathless air
As yet, no living thing be seen.
Found beneath the rust red plain
Of ancient planet Mars afar,
The relics of an ancient tribe
Of humanoids who fled the star.
Humanoids so far advanced,
Far beyond our knowledge bounds,
Far beyond our comprehension’s
Grasp of that which now, confounds.
Far advanced but still despaired,
Despite the organisational skill,
Destroyed the lakes and seas of Mars
With need and greed and get and kill.
Destroyed the soft green slopes of grass,
Destroyed the gentle surge of surf,
Destroyed tomorrow’s promised day
With need and greed, for what they’re worth.
Buried deep within the sands
Soaring spires of cities great,
Skeletons of millions caught
By greed’s black devastation’s hate.
Greed’s black hand which gambled all
On fate’s capitulated hand,
To smite the delicacy of
This planets eco-balanced land.
Mars collapsed with quick accord
The atmosphere constricted, cold.
Vegetation died en masse
Population withered old.
A frantic few survived to flee
With silver ark to virgin Earth,
(Where dinosaur now roam the shores),
To resurrect a new rebirth.
A new rebirth in promised land
Where old mistakes should not be made,
Where simple rules shall stay the hand
Of they who walk in light and shade.
A new rebirth on planet Earth
Will guarantee a life of gold
To future generation’s child
Who shall, (we promise), grow, safe, old.
On the eve of man’s great push to planet Mars.
25 May 2013
So last night
I whispered all of your dreams unprompted
I saw your jaw drop but I tried to conspicuously not pay attention;
I just liberated you from from a bar of twenty men all drooling
I fend them off and kept two of you entertained with only one of me
and the dreams of my dreamy elusive brother coworker or friend
I paid a lot of attention to the needs and dreams of your cute companion
But if I'm honest
even though I was making sure she was safe
cause that's what i do
I was looking at you and dreaming
I was staring straight into your eyes
looking straight into your soul
I don't have much of almost anything
but I can look deep down and see true
most people really don't believe it
and i don't blame them, why would you?
But there was a moment there
In the garage while we were talking
when you were looking at me
like you loved me
more than anything
that had ever come or gone
and it was the briefest of moments
but i fucking swear i saw it
and it made me love you
with you dirty blond hair
and all of your compassionate let's just take care of my friend care
I mean, yes
Like i heard you
you have a boyfriend
you say it like it's means something
to someone like me
....who's only ever always confronted with adversity
I have a back burner
and all of your friends
and it's not like
im saying anything
a little bit
and surprisingly so
a lack of interest
in anything intelligent or courageous
it's like the human race took 5
and was all over it
can't ever really quite describe
what I'm looking for
what lights up the fire
what stokes the soul
behind my eyes
cause i'm a believer
and i believe most true
and i think im feeling something
maybe i love you
...I remember who talked to me all night about everything
about significant things great and small
tiny odd reccolecctions
everything her things my things your things all things fuck pretty much everything
That I answered or said without saying as things that are true
I might have lied
Because you started talking like my dreams...
I covered every base what the fuck do you want me to do?
You were so fucking cool
I think I met your friend
Only to meet you
or your boyfriend...
fuck i seriously hope that one ain't true but like I'm a buhhdist now and can't say
It's like you have never met a man who see's the future
A gingerbread man baked and burned in the oven for fun
Who got tortured for years into a smile that we all love
It's like we all take things so seriously instead of laughing and drinking
and hearing the endearing lunacy of our friends
fuck if we just took a minute to wait and pretend to understand all of that darkness we let lurk in
it would be like a circus show of light delivering all of us from the three ring thing of everything
that is bad
our own macabre circus of rejection, judgement, and humiliation for all of our kind. So when you are done with your boyfriend, fiance, husband, i know not yet; talk to me first before every voyage and adventure set in opposition just for the fuck of it.
but what you can't count on
is that i'm so much older and I've been around
I don't think you might know what it is like
to double down
over years and years
it's like you get a discount
on the odds
for multiples of five years
cause who really lasts that long?
but who knows
cause life is like a lotto tarot hurricane
no sense to distribute the sad recompense
let's just fucking spend it before we pay
on all the debts we just made
and all of the futures that greyed out just fade(ed)
that's the point of grey vistas
all the deals and the souls we just promised in casual relation to make it
We try to pretend
we're all samurai
noble sacrafice to budo
it's cool that i alone must die
but i think we all smell some bullshit
in the way and the feel of this philosophy
that tells us to fight it instead of accept it
so let's beware those wayward philosophies
that perhaps might be misguided
telling us that nothing matters
as opposed to those that tell us
to simply love
all of those that surround us
And I saw her put her name into facebook on my phone
but when it was all said and done and i unlocked it all
it was gone
If i hadn't been dealing with this for almost twenty years; i think i'd cry like a little girl.
Also, I hold RRR entirely responsible for encouraging unedited writing. Be careful what you wish for ;-)
what will you have left
when there is nothing
but darkness shrouded
in conceit of faded light?
when there is no money,
no power, no science, no art
no alcohol or drugs to take
your mind away from thought
when there is nothing but
nothing itself in shameless
night where death, being the
only option for life, derives
madness out of your vexation,
your surety of what is and is not,
and that hope was all you needed,
you find it harder to believe than deny
Hasta La Pasta!
She stands in the doorway
As is her wont,
Bidding adieu to the retreating figure
Who spent the night in
Adoration of the Magi,
Her charms, her hair,
Her serpentine figure most fair,
And scribbling on Hello Poetry
Till his eyes said, no mas!
The retreating figure that be me,
Late for work at 7:20.
Over the shoulder I exclaim,
Which is silly because
My return is faithfully guaranteed,
Every eve for as long as I live!
She laughs and replies,
Hasta la Pasta!
Stop in my tracks,
About face and in woeful Italian,
Hasta la Pasta? Basta!
(Italian for "that-does-it")
You can have my love, my soul,
But leave to me the labor of poetry.
Loving you with words is
my domain, the speciality of my terrain,
So no hasta la pasta if you please,
And by the bye, I would love some
Tonight, say around seven,
At a restaurant where the moon is
The only light illuminating our faces.
Spread, soar, open up your mind
Let it flow with the rhythm
Have it let go of all cynicism
Resist getting blinded by mysticism
For we're only here for a time
So don't give into criticism
Radiate good vibes like a light prism
And always listen for life's lyricism
For though we are here for a time
We never know how long that time will be
I'm intoxicated by your lips,
infatuated with your hips,
and mesmerized by all your gifts,
Woman, You are Rich!
Your smile is like a solar eclipse
bright enough to interrupt light from the sun,
Your mind is like the universe, going far and beyond,
Woman, You are Rich!
In the face of great danger
you have the strength of a lioness
When it comes to feeding your tribe
All you need is your chest.
Woman, You are Rich!
I know your true worth
I know you are divine
From you we're all birthed
and we're forever intertwined.
Woman, You are Rich!
what does it mean
when the dreams you dream
years later, in waking find you?
in response it replied:
material things one weds
will need to be shed
for purpose and light to be true...
When I get in a car
and I look out the windows
I see faces of full storied people
and I create scenes in my head
about what their lives are like
so I pretend that the man in the corvette
is going to pick up his daughter that he
hasnt seen in months
and the girl driving the truck
is going to the mall
so she can buy a dress for
her highschools annual mini ball
and the family in the mini van
is going on vacation
to a beach in florida
but first they have to stop at the
but this is all in my head
and none of it is probably true
the man is probably buying some ciggerettes
while the girl most likely goes to see a boy
to give him lots of sex
and the family is going out to eat
at an arbys but the dad just lost
his job so he cant buy his two daughters
but thats also in my head so im not really sure
and so I stare at the window until I think some more
and there's a wreck on the side of I-35
so I take a moment inside my soul
to wish whoever goodbye
and I picture their lover at
clenching chin about ready to cry
but maybe I'm just overthinking
maybe they made it out alive
at the nearest stop light
in my favorite city
sits a homeless man at the corner
clenching a sign scribbled with
"Will take any"
We keep on driving
it starts to rain on the way
I wonder what the homeless man
is thinking as he's drenched in
and the sky is crying hard now
for the lives of the full-storied people
but maybe thats all in my head
because in 20 minutes its sunny
I get out of the car
and forget what I thought