as i type this keep in mind its **** near impossible for me to remain kind.
you nag and ***** plus whine all day surly trying to make me insane.
go do this go die on that why in the hell is there not anything i can find?
your just lucky ive said i do and theres nothing to do but stand in front of this train.
splat.
P.S. im alive and well in baja mexico shhhhhhh!

THE DAY THE INTERNET NEARLY BECAME MY FATHER

Dad where are you "No answer"

I have a question about life "No answer"

Dad how do I live and become a father "No answer"

Days months years go by "No answer"

I wonder to myself how would I become to know the questions of life

Wait someone says they will be answered

Eureka the time has come

To unveil the ultimate machine the internet the fountain of all knowledge

No more struggling to find unanswered questions

By a gentle push of a button I have a "FATHER"

Do I now have enough knowledge "Knowing the unanswered"

I think not yet, life is to short to know enough

But before I end a "FATHER" can not be replaced by a machine for better or for worse



                                                                          L STUART 09

I stop a moment
to pause
on the cusp of the new year

this is when
I empty the drawers
to make them ready
to accept new items

remembering again
that if **** came out
then **** went in

what's next
is just
out of sight ahead
as remnants of dated
songs drift through my head

I join with you today.
the nation
in whose symbolic shadow we stand,
seared in the withering flames of injustice.
daybreak on a lonely island
in the midst of a vast ocean of material
architects -
wrote the sacred obligation:
give the people a bad check -
“insufficient funds.”
the bank of justice is bankrupt
in the great vaults of opportunity, of
the fierce urgency of now.
whirlwinds shake the foundations of my people.
by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred,
high plane of dignity - degenerate.
veterans of creative suffering! unearned suffering!
sweltering with the heat of injustice and oppression
not judged by the color of their skin, but
by the content of their banks!

i leave all the pain
         out on the counters
like ***** pots and pans

ready to be scrubbed
        clean in the sink and
put away

stacked to size
         hidden in the pantry
the bright afternoon sun

melts the icicle
         that has formed
against the house

where the coil turns
         under the eave
or, maybe i will soak them

overnight

The first time
I took my clothes off in front of you,
I didn’t take everything off.
The first time
I pressed my bare skin against yours,
There was still something between us:
A final barrier between my secrets
And your knowing them.
People say the act of love is the most intimate,
But it isn’t.
The truth is,
The most intimate of acts is stripping yourself
Not of clothes,
But of everything hidden,
Even from yourself.
This act of trust,
Of divulging the deepest, darkest parts of yourself
You often refuse to acknowledge –
This is laying yourself bare.
And often we ask for nothing more
Than to see someone’s clothes on the floor
Because, frankly,
True nakedness is something too personal to ask for.