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Dec 2011 · 740
123. Architect 12/6/11
ERR Dec 2011
You are your own consequence
Every action of yours
Is a board in the floor
And every lie or trick
Is another brick
Your shaded thoughts
Are furniture stains
Stories and secrets
Are window panes
Crimes and cons, both large and small
Become the plaster in the walls
Every time you wanted more
An extra lock on the cellar door
Even if you manage
To avoid detection
Your darkness solidifies
Transcending dimension
For you are a master architect
With a lifelong monument to *****
A house of sin that has always been
A grave with your bones trapped within
Founded on memories that disturb you most
You haunt yourself as a lonely ghost
Built by guilt, your sick abode you will infest
Among echoing halls your soul will find no rest
Get out of the house while you still can
Such is the plight of man
Nov 2011 · 606
122. Recipe 11/20/11
ERR Nov 2011
Not enough money
And too many tomorrows
This
Is the recipe for an
Addict’s sorrows
Cough, spit, bleed
Sticky fingers lying
C.R.E.A.M., it seems
And I’m dying
Nov 2011 · 657
120. Elizabeth 11/17/11
ERR Nov 2011
I see you once a day
At the junction of our opposing schedules
And on weekends when
I’m working and
You’re having fun

You probably think I’m weird
But you never treat me like it
Always a nice thing to say
Like I hope your shift goes well
And four ay yem comes quickly
Or even a polite, wordless
Smile

You’ll never read
Any of this
And probably don’t understand but
Thank you anyways
You make my day
Nov 2011 · 2.1k
119. Bagpipes 11/10/11
ERR Nov 2011
Early morning message
There are
Bagpipes
In
The
Ghetto
Like when teachers give textbook assignments
Knowing the solutions are in the back
Doesn’t matter how you learn
Show up on time with the answers
What a rocking knock
A clock to the jaw
People die
One just did
Listen, you can hear it
Nov 2011 · 1.0k
118. Stencil 11/2/11
ERR Nov 2011
An unsuspecting observer would view his property as bland
With subterranean secrets rarely breaching for detection
When pointed ends met with his cracking winter surface
The sludge bubbled out filling every empty space
His inner oil to some
Was black gold
Prosperity
To others still, a tar pit worthy of dinosaur death
He grew as a sheet of ice which could harbor skating lessons
Or unseen, send auto travelers in lack of traction spirals
His light-stealing sticky venom clotted neural networks
A fat tarantula plucking whims from the web between two ears
He fraternized with Morpheus
On odds
With cousin evens
Awakening unsure if he were caught in silky cobs
Or the hands above it all
He certainly felt like a marionette, dangling on feeble feet
Pulled by the digits of ink stained impulse
Hate, tug
Create, tug
They made him dance to their tattooed meter
He felt the crunch of beetles and flies
His temples throbbed as tar dripped from his eyes
Drops forming clefs, pictures, and words
I am but a stencil, he buzzed
Oct 2011 · 712
117. Dice 10/24/11
ERR Oct 2011
There is no should
There is only can
The dice were not carved
They were shaped
And painted
You can roll them
Or scratch the coating off
Or if you get really
Frustrated
Reshape them
And begin again
Oct 2011 · 849
116. Ring 10/23/11
ERR Oct 2011
He put a ring
On her finger
Just for a day
Before his hooded
Friend came
And took her away
A family heirloom
To say I'd keep it
This way
He put a ring
On her finger
Just for a day
Oct 2011 · 864
115. Unresolved 10/4/11
ERR Oct 2011
Melancholy is a tritone
Or an unresolved major seventh
A better life is literally
A half step away
Yet I ring out detectable tension
And you cringe when I am articulated
Enjoy your major triad
In C
Coward
Irving Berlin could only compose with black keys
Oct 2011 · 805
114. Mud 10/4/11
ERR Oct 2011
Skin scrubbed raw for the thousandth time
Bleach became my boy
The container impenetrable, sanitary sanctuary
I bled soap suds through unclogged pores
Exposed without the film that blurred all interaction
Flash freedom and a taste of humanity to new buds
The light stung my eyes, and I turned to hide
Hasty retreat and acceptance of defeat
I saw a doctor, and he gave me a shot
But forgot
To clean the wound
Or change the dressing
Infection claimed me and drove me mad
I ran home barefoot in a hospital gown
Dodging bats and rats and wolves
And I dove into the mud, rolled about
Bathing in soothing gratification
Caked in routine and ruminating about the choices and the fall
I watched the sky, contemplating zero or more
Oct 2011 · 583
113. Text 10/3/11
ERR Oct 2011
I have a text saved
That mentions you
In the present tense
Because I can still smell you
And apparently you kept my bed warm
When I was away

I’m still me
And I hope somewhere
You’re still you
Running through open fields in your dreams
Sep 2011 · 2.1k
112. Tiger 9/13/11
ERR Sep 2011
A student of mine sat on the steps
Clenched, clammy, and bulging with strained strength
Periodically overcome by shadows of pathology
This night he begged for help through gaps of cyclical consciousness
A funeral trail for clarity ambled solemnly to the gymnasium
He was surrounded, and they plotted, and advanced, and he was engulfed
They were upon him like a ****** seeking seed or vulture carrion
He seized on an arched back and suffered under octodemons
On that hard wood floor under dead bulbs that swung like momentous pendulums
My student transformed into a tiger leaking rage from rusty cage
Explained in eloquent detail and prophetic tone his will to ****
Blacking out to full extent
He was amygdala, he was instinct
Battling grown poachers until they stole his fearsome fangs
Clipped his claws, and painted over his stripes with calm
When contained, vicious umbra cat turned tranquil
We sat circular and played lobster ball pass with our toes
And talked about buses to New York
His mother taught him to be a songbird
While the streets moved his feet
Goodnight Archery, we hugged
I wonder how he's
Breathing
Sep 2011 · 849
111. Opportunities 9/11/11
ERR Sep 2011
Our land of opportunities had padded walls
A snaking labeled hall with numbered rooms
We walked in peace right through the door
But having entered, fought to the floor
Room one
Sit in the blood square
For five minutes
And don’t speak or stir
Her vision blurred from the palm pressing eye
Heavy because she had spit in mine
Sideways face in mildewed waste as legs and arms were trapped
Thrashing core meant bear hug wrap, job of five for three
Bites and banging bone on brick
Flesh in nails and teeth in kick
Gagging sputters mucous river
Choking, sobbing, cheek to dust
***** gurgle, stomach churned and arms made sore vibrations
Battle on, gnashed front bucks and saliva begged for hold
Gave up and gave in, counted and relaxed
But because of fatigue
Not because
She gave
A
****
Can you hear me in there
Slow down
Who am I
You?
Where are we
The oh-*******-see
Center of calm in torrential tempest
Room two
Share my glare and ice your raccoon bruise
Dimly lit from lack of wit but process all the same
Careful frame to highlight spark of pain, making work from game
Criss cross apple sauce sitting in the rain
Room three
Her best attempt
Turn the time to line
She fumbled and forgot a lot but in the end was fine
Room four
Plan for pupil fish to return to learn
Apologize profusely and repair the damaging deeds
It was late so
I walked home
She slept in an office
And my skin healed eventually
Sep 2011 · 779
110. Smile 9/7/11
ERR Sep 2011
He picked up the photograph
Fingered the bent corner gently
Admired time’s handiwork and
Compared familiar faces

A couple more becoming than any he had encountered
Her hair was so fair shaded
Her eyes so bright
And her smile so widely genuine
That he was brought to tears
I watched him weep and become aware
As he realized he had never seen her smile
Like that in his lifetime
Sep 2011 · 919
109. Enforcer 7/26/11
ERR Sep 2011
Pulled aside to take a ride and keep a woman safe
His violent requests had earned a hospital visit to assess
The teacher and I stopped his brawl and the woman brought the car
With a fisherman added to the crew we departed; bodyguards
Highway gusts were funneled through narrow window tunnel
And slammed slammers in their disguised eyes, flanking the hopeful one
The fisherman and therapist kept calm with blank expression
The hopeful was distressed, surrounded by muscled strangers
Hospital staff turned skeptical on contact seeing bruises
For even sturdy boys will not require three grown men
Clearly uncomfortable with new role of enforcer
We sat in the waiting room confused and uninformed
For we had met the hopeful boy moments before departure
And even through the visit we were more strange than friend
In our line of work we learn that goodbye’s are forever
So I don’t plan on seeing that hopeful boy again
Sep 2011 · 818
106. Cramped 7/5/11
ERR Sep 2011
The years went by so fast, she said
Something with his stomach
Common problem for the big guys like me
The fireworks we watched from the jutting rock
Blocked shooting stars and myths in sky
But all I saw were big brown eyes
Speckled sweet with honey
I mourn in silent solitude
In a cramped chair
On a bus
Full of coworkers
Families waiting with nervous needy children
Expecting smiles of anticipation
Aching knees hurt half as much as smallest scrap of heart
Tonight I will weep for him after the children are in bed
I stopped believing
In god
When he started taking all my
Best friends
Away
Jun 2011 · 4.7k
105. Noble 6/25/11
ERR Jun 2011
Arthur Bellow was a mellow fellow who never asked for much
Only child to a land man and wife who worked the earth
Their self-sustaining ranch the heart of farm and winding wood
They raised their living stock under siege from thriving crops
A private clan, Mr. Bellow kept to his collection of books
His wife would weave, would also read, and would take their terrier for walks
Arthur tagged along, full of creative verve and eagerness
The river, forest, beasts and wind were friends; they often spoke
He attended local schooling but had trouble fitting in
The children who mocked him he envisioned as cold blooded lizards
His reptilian teacher reprimanded him for tutoring one on his test
Arthur left the building vowing never to return
Committed himself instead to the plow, *** and plant
Back breaking labor from morning ‘til day’s end
In rest he walked with mother finding faces in the bark
The creatures kept him company when family was insufficient
Under a sunrise hotter than most tragedy struck the patriarch
Trembling and perspiring he dropped weak to his knees
His life muscle ceased its beat as he saw his flash of past
Arthur came running when he heard the music stop
Mrs. Bellow came stoic and pale, speaking only with her feet
Ordered her son to dig a ditch as deep as strength allowed
And once complete she lay her husband down and joined him in his sleep
Arthur begged and pleaded but she made him fill the hole
He bathed his mother in dirt like she had washed him as a babe
Sealed the grave with tears and sprinkled seeds like she’d instructed
His dog licked calloused, blistered hands to show not all was lost
He dropped the shovel and tried to yell, but yawp came forth as song
Arthur never left the farm or tended fallow fields
He managed what he could but the task demanded aid
A solitary man enjoys his island with friends he doesn’t call
A lonely man, however has no company at all
He caught a shrew-like thief one day with eggs he planned to steal
Being the only other human, he let him share a meal
The suspicious shrew fled through the now-unfriendly wood of lizard eye
Where the rumor speaking, mad old hermit seeking came to spy
Arthur had discovered he was not alone at all
A crepuscular couple returned to parley when the sun would fall
He found them in the library, alerted by the loyal one
Whose growl turned kind when wraith he’d find were family reunited
They visited quite often to keep him company in twilight hour
To praise him for his learning and kindness that he showed
For in their absence he had lived in books to replace all trace of school
And the seeds in the central grave that Arthur raised began to grow
His parents, very pleased, shared their otherworldly plot
Arthur was to release his goodness and knowledge to the air
Although no rewards would come to him, intrinsic deed be done
The forest heart would be reclaimed, and rest would come for flesh
In the next noon Arthur freed all beasts and let them walk away
Release from domestication, the mighty horse dark in tone
Turned golden as it left him, gorgeous and majestic
The terrier was last to leave, sad though it understood
Once empty, Arthur doused the house and then the barn in oil
Shattered his lantern and transferred the flame until they were engulfed
The local fighters came and did their best to end the burning
But despite all efforts the library sublimated in a cloud
When every page was turned to smoke he called upon the rain
To cool the glowing remains and give his friends a final drink
The men brought Arthur to custody for witchcraft and for arson
He smiled for even as he left the ground had grown more green
Immediately put to unfair trial, opposition ready
It would seem that the town in full demanded his demise
Arthur chose to represent himself as he supposed all men will do in time
He recognized the witnesses whose accusations boomed
The reptile claimed he was dishonest and a cheater
The little lizard spies said instead reclusive necromancer
The suspicious shrew told tales of Arthur luring him for ******
The fighters full of fear said a conjurer of the elements
Without a chance in the eyes of men he was taken to a cell
Feeling quite betrayed by the many he’d wished well
Arthur thought of his parents and wondered why he was alone
They appeared to him once more, apparating in his cage
My son they said in unison, you have been misunderstood
And spent a lifetime serving others for no benefit of self
For this your friends are free and the forest muscle flexed and hard
As blossoming beacon; in death the noble feel no pain at all
Upon hearing misplaced song echoing through damp stone structure
A guard investigated, preparing to beat the troublemaker
He came upon Arthur’s cage confused, head cocked and jaw dropped
The door was locked, yet the man he came to punish was no more
Jun 2011 · 514
104. Scales 6/22/11
ERR Jun 2011
She’s been following me in my nightmares
I am in my childhood home
Full of children
Playing
They do not like the game I made
***** become books
I ask for help but he is glued to the screen, sitting with former friends
I go crazy in the bathroom
Vision distorted, face warped, mirror as always
I try to pick up the ruby dragon scales littered on the ground
No dice
My hands become transparent
And they don’t budge
I lose track of time
When I come out, everyone is gone
You’re not very good at this, she said
See that door?
Never pass through it
Never leave
And you will see no trouble

The next night
I ride my car through a dark town, streets void of lamplight
I find her childhood home
I speak with the ghost of her father
Among the spiders and rotting walls and yellowing pictures
There is no hope here
I try to scream
No sound from a dry throat
You’re so full of pain, she said
I can feel it in you
Everywhere
I wake up
Unable to breathe
Like that time
I choked
To death
Jun 2011 · 836
103. Fused 6/21/11
ERR Jun 2011
Two bodies in an apple apartment
Being a two-backed beast
The bed creaked
They did yoga on the floor instead
When the love was made
He did not leave
She did not cry
They were both perfectly satisfied
Glistening bodies fused together, linden and oak until the end of time
Their statue remained erected
In her desk drawer he left a letter and a list of reasons
One reminder for each day to be spent apart
Alone on the platform
He read her equivalent
And waited for the train
Jun 2011 · 903
102. Boston 6/7/11
ERR Jun 2011
In a growling, mixed parts automobile resembling
A scrap-metal Frankenstein
A driver pauses at a green light
Stalling parking lot traffic on its steaming blacktop treadmill
To greet an old friend through a missing window

A father in full camo and combat boots drags a nic-stick
And guides his wife and children through sardine walkways
In ninety degree June heat on a Boston street
His daughter swims in his thick wool, long-sleeved army jacket
Beaming

A lonely teen with fear tears and a pay-to-go-phone
Calls for help, and receives no reply
The frustration drains from his cursing voice
He shakes the hand of the silent one who was with him all along

Sirens wail, cars clear, leaving an empty trail
A snake pilot shoots the gap and ditches his stagnant lane to tail
The ambulance turns off its indicators; the patient didn’t make it
Their apparent apostle gets home a few minutes early

A blue peace keeper sleeping in his loser cruiser
Does not stir as tax dollar drool dribbles from his lips
A speeding truck nearly creams a pink backpack
Somewhere, a woman is *****

A husband and his frail partner leave the office of a medicine man
She walks aimlessly towards a wall before she is redirected
Careful Magoo, he says with love
He spoke with the patience of an ocean
Jun 2011 · 1.2k
101. Sage 6/2/11
ERR Jun 2011
Lucid in a lush landscape, baked by burning Savanna sun
The undeveloped endlessness all encompassing
My feet sink into the tender tissue
Of Green Mother and Infinite Father’s lovechild
The watering hole is overpopulated with thirsty families
Suspiciously inspecting the albino primate
I make undeterred deliberate steps skirting hydration
Drawn to his penetrating and omniscient orbs
A genuflect to show respect, my head bowed and gaze on ground
The mighty titan mimicked me and extended peaceful welcome
Gradually I rose and full-figured, approached
Warily, minding his twin osteoscimitars
Hello friend, he said
I heard you coming from several years away
I have been waiting for you
In a thousand forms and figures as the shadowy shapes you doubted
But Wisdom, how?
Baffled now, as I follow worn creases of age
That line his cracked and withered face and date his hardened hide
Come see yourself as I see you, he said
For we are as old as your mind is young
And he led me to the liquid, still and reflective
My own visage now ancient
You often sought me out, and I never hid
But I always came too late
I am with you in every action
Every success and every mistake
I was your hand when you learned to hold on
And your ears when you learned to listen
I was your adrenaline when you lost control
And your uncut blood tunnels when you learned to live
I was your arms when you hugged a forgiving embrace
And the nausea you felt when you lied
I did not mourn you when you died and scattered
For you returned to me as many; come, we have much to teach and learn
We will raise the bulls of a generation
Without another word, I mounted sacred pachyderm
And we became a vortex for wandering energy universal and fluid
The venerable sage and I rode as equals through the night
The savanna sky resting its tired eye at last
May 2011 · 617
100. Similar 5/23/11
ERR May 2011
A sedan pulls into a gas station, cutting me off
Full of five Irish thugs
Do you know how to get to the hospital?
Be careful
Said the biggest one, several scowls
Ok I will, smile walk home lock door they did it again
This was kind of similar, only it was
One guy, quite huge, in our home instead of near it
And he was much more specific
About how he would **** me
Bullets
Or
Blade
I will be back tomorrow
This happens to me a lot, I thought
May 2011 · 628
99. Weight 5/23/11
ERR May 2011
She slapped me across the face and said
I’m never speaking to you again
Then she kissed my still rosy-raw handprint cheek
And kept me up all night
Tells me in one ear that I’m special
Painstakingly chosen, gifted to speak unique
In the other ear I hear about all the others she treats the same
Her visits and her calls are haphazard and irregular
I drop what I’m doing to channel her gospel
Which later reads insane secular
Sometimes inspiration is hallucinations are inspiring
The weight I wrapped in tender embrace no more with morning ‘riving
Each time she leaves me with a stuffy mass of lines
A messy page that she lets me keep for life, and before
I even finish reading, she’s out the door and with
Another I don’t even
Know if she’s
Ever coming
Back
May 2011 · 1.4k
98. Hummingbirds 5/13/11
ERR May 2011
The paint is chipping, the Christmas tree shutters hanging
Green on gray, brick stoop and twin column mouth
Opens to creaking stairs that made sneaking out commando work
My room made your favorite shade is gone, death to ugly orange
I used to think of it as my laboratory, safe haven for exploration
And abstract cultivation, I bled my innocence into the floorboards
There are still fist-sized holes along the stud that I detected
Remnants of the games I played and the four that I connected
The basement is still damp and dreary, the wooden cage for laundry suspended
At the bottom of a chute that you told me was the tomb of a curious girl
My weight bench, secondhand and mixed pounds with kilograms
Living in sin, vowed never to be defenseless training endless
The attic lends its hospitable hand to trapped bird and cobweb gems
Quarter-circle window kept by chain hungrily swallows smoke
Shelves packed so tight with yellowing knowledge and petrified wood
That if spiteful spark made love to
Musty air and
******* embers, I would never make it out
Déjà vu as backyard grass soothes badtripbitch with tingling tips
Of leathery flesh, ready to be buried and wormed in its bedbox
Overwhelmed like militia in failing keep against advancing hordes
Until nature’s handsome sprouts remind me life is beautiful, always
The trumpet vine grows hideous and spiny, roots reaching deep
Settles in its site and survives all assaults man-made
For a blink during the year its vermillion nectar tubes take flower
The hummingbirds find love outside my window in their bloom
May 2011 · 1.0k
97. Progress 5/4/11
ERR May 2011
I want to go back and witness the creation of the first mirror
So I can experience the invention of vanity
My ancestors hunted by hand and sharpened tool
Today I shop from an assortment of pre-made fatty meats
Love letters used to travel by horseback to the patient hopefuls
When my text message to my girlfriend is too slow, I get ******
Most of the casualties in war came from infection
The hospital is a ten minute drive in heavy traffic
A lifelong journey across the globe
Can be done in a day by plane
The heavens used to inspire; a mighty muse
Now most stars have names
I want to go back and witness Goddard and the Wright brothers
So I can watch them shrink the Earth with their imaginations
Gravity began as a headache, therapy as a ******* addiction
God as the human need for comfort, lysergic acid as mind control
Though appreciative of all that has been done
And the work that has yet to be completed by moving man
I have difficulty with the label
“Progress”
People have always been and always will be superbly flawed
Across cultures, continents
And most of all
Time
May 2011 · 782
96. Damage 4/30/11
ERR May 2011
We no longer acknowledge each other’s eyes
Or speak unless addressed explicitly
But our energy reaches like wild tentacles, grasping to be mutual once more
Tangles like vines or still-learning shoe strings
Strangles me but sympathizes in the final few when I get sky-face
I heard your laugh from behind your back and knew I would
Never cause it
Again
It surged through me like an electric shock, not
A finger in the outlet, more like a toaster bath
I have never found currents to be painful, just warm
Even as my limbs fell limp from voltage
Your complexion kept me calm down to my copper core
Now each indication of your amusement ****** me, emptying weary veins
Acupuncture from untrained hands, reckless medicine
I never thought you would be my nerve damage
Chronic companion, my endorphins still have your toxic taste
Apr 2011 · 777
95. Happy 4/23/11
ERR Apr 2011
My happy is a sneaky state with the tendency to lie
Directly: You will feel like this tomorrow
Or by
Omission: Positive hindsight
My happy, I have found, doesn’t captain a galleon in a bottle
Or dwell in a smog cloud at the cherry tip of hand-rolled disappointment
Filling an empty room with cancerous nostalgia
It doesn’t have a neatly labeled treasure map like they make you think in school
You can’t earn it, buy it, sell it or even steal it
My happy doesn’t taste like nectar or dye my mouth blue
It isn’t linear or logical or convenient or fair
Sometimes I forget about it altogether
I hope it isn’t Haley’s comet with one chance and only that
I try not to talk about things I don’t understand
But this has been a recurring issue
So far my happy appears to burn at fourfiftyone
Mate for life, and yet
Forget its own face like a spinster in a house with broken mirrors
Elusive friend of mine, my happy and I
Have shared a wonderful affair though the rendezvous were scarce
I have learned to live without her and make meaning from her ghost
It is when every light on the surface dies that the stars and moon shine most
Apr 2011 · 816
94. Equal 4/20/11
ERR Apr 2011
You are the only woman who could fill
One of my notebooks
In a run-on-sentence from cover to cover
And still demand several sequels to ever be complete
It’s like when you know a movie is your favorite
Because it doesn’t get boring after a million viewings and
Knowing every line is the best part
You bring an ironic smile to my face every time
I think of hand cramps or dead pens or insomnia pangs
Worth the stiff muscles, you hardly waste the paper
And I would rather describe the face of morning I have loved
Than propose likeness with any concept I could dream
In endless possibilities and with resources unlimited
I would never find your equal, so why bother
Apr 2011 · 599
93. Mute 4/18/11
ERR Apr 2011
A mute man serves his sentence as one with brilliance on the tip of his tongue
He learns that his light was never meant to be shared
Even if someone cared to know
Any and every act of aid he made was poisoned by wicked words
Doomed for eternity to be birthed from the mouths of others, serpent speech
His voice hung itself on a drunken whim, left no letter to explain
He wonders sometimes what his own vibrations said before the quiet came
The conscious tone that narrates his thoughts and rules his brain
Is but a whisper, a soft song contained and never known
The void of language was filled instead by perception for significant sound
The mute heard every heart and cared for the ignored and the wretched
He never said I love you, he never complained, never thanked what luck he had
As a satellite in space, he drifted and no one could hear him scream
Pity; a common response for the miserable who live below the veil of gray
Who stew in festering pain, though their wounds make life shine the whole terrible spectrum
They feel the richest colors as they soak the everyday-easel
He will be his story’s rainbow, though he will tell no one
Apr 2011 · 1.1k
92. Marbles 4/11/11
ERR Apr 2011
We brought a warm, vegetarian dinner to the homeless in a Christian shelter
The steaming pans burned my thighs for the duration of the ride
Our host was a self-described anarchist, married with four children and a dozen guests
He had participated in hundreds of protests; countless arrests
Travelled all over the globe to the site of genocide and hate
Saved lives one at a time, noble and tragic work
His first mission was in his early twenties, to the Gaza Strip alone
The night he arrived he slept in a friendly home
Woke to gunfire, screaming bullets and children, and mechanical roar
Get down! Said the Palestinians, closing the windows and doors
If you look outside
They
Will
Shoot
You
Israeli helicopters scanned the streets and mowed down pedestrians
Dropping massive glass beads
Marbles, they called them
These spheres would shatter and leave sharp edges for scared feet
Once impaled there was no running, blood trailed and so no hiding
Tear gas canisters cleared the capable, my host watched one enter a house
Inside children cried and begged for safety from war and smoke
A doctor huddled with my host heard and acted on a hero’s impulse
Leapt from his roof to that of the yelling young
Dove in through a window and snatched all three, along with the stinging source
The elder two were scared but saved, handed to the Palestinians
The baby with them had suffocated
Too late
The doctor gave my host the canister, still warm
You brought this here, he said
And he was right
Made In The USA
He brought the story back, called every major newspaper
No interest in anything he had to say
This stuff happens every day they told him, boring
Last week twelve Palestinians were killed by a bulldozer
Now there’s front page material
Something
More
Unusual
Apr 2011 · 840
90. Bones 4/3/11
ERR Apr 2011
Nothing beats the moment when you discover that someone you love
Doesn’t love you back
Felt by anyone who has ever been angry with the sky
Or any man that gets attached to hired ***
Any snot-nose whose parent or puppy never looks back
Any loser who can’t unglue his gaze from a return to sender stamp
Reading an old poem can be like
Calling up an ancient girlfriend
I can’t
Believe
I wrote you
No more affection; at least the feeling is mutual
I tend to throw myself fully into things, making commitments
Passion, they call it
I feel more like a drunken hockey player bruising himself against the boards
Any love I harbor dries in silhouette of unread poetry
My words will one day hollow
As my body spirit follows
But sometimes
Ink sinks
And paper lives longer than bones
I remember everything anyone ever said to me
Apr 2011 · 1.0k
89. Coral 4/2/11
ERR Apr 2011
Coral is an organic entity
Even though it looks
Like a rock
And is often mistaken for elegant stone
Its waves may be subtle
It may settle down for life
It might host parasitic fish friends rather than wading through unseen waters
But it comes alive and survives and dies
Allowing sensory input to penetrate coarse armor
It serves a full cycle
Rather than fading like stone
To pulverized sand
Sorry sediment sans une vie
Mar 2011 · 875
88. Stove 3/31/11
ERR Mar 2011
Today I bled the ripest magenta you’ve ever seen
Before the O2 red poisoned it
Luckily I scar in the shape of morals
I once pressed my digits to the stove on a dare
Until the rounded flesh sloped flat
Guess I’ve always learned by experience
Don’t touch hot stuff
But if you do
That’s ok
It all heals, and
You’re a little funny looking after
But
That’s it
Mar 2011 · 1.7k
87. Aquarium 3/28/11
ERR Mar 2011
My fist crushed his angry eye
A desperate mother begged for my sixteen year old assistance
Her egg whites rolled back into her vomiting head
The personalized presents I picked out still unused
Clotting never came, I passed out dripping blood on the toilet
She screams for help at night, though now it’s less often
The ****** wore off and she found herself in an empty lot, **** recent
You cried when your knees failed you on each stair, each day
The irises never grew this year, dead roots
It was a freak accident, no way we could have seen it coming
He was mangy and homeless, but man was he resilient
They took paid swings at each other’s hairless faces, we filmed it
The bottle left my fingertips, I heard her yell in pain
Money is easily removed from unprotected leather
I probably said some things god wouldn’t forgive on a good day
She tasted smoke on my lips, boy was she ******
I wonder if people can hear the evil **** that lives in my brain
Like ugly sea serpents mulling about in an aquarium getting restless
Little kids with sticky hands pressed against the glass
Thankful for land legs and transparent barriers
No one would swim with the sharks by choice
Except an equally wicked leviathan
I imagine they will roam in circles
Until I die
Mar 2011 · 720
86. Obsessive 3/27/11
ERR Mar 2011
I would wake up after never having slept
Early
And drive morning-drunken-eyed
Fast
To see the kids
Two great young boys with
Sweet hearts and
No darkness
The little one needed to be clean:
Scrubbed his skin raw, showered for hours, avoided the bare ground
Worshipped soap and wanted to be good
To the point that he sat in tears
Over his irrational fears of germs and overuse of terms
Like sorry
Fred the bully ruled his developing mind and made him
Worry
Scrub
Fear
Apologize
Repeat
Together his brother and I helped him build
Muscle, reason, confidence, eventually
Control
The more we exercised as a unit, sweating and huffing
Through endless repetitions, the more force he felt
Always doing a few extra reps to show that he cared
He told me he wanted to push Fred into
A pit of lava, using a tsunami wave
Cool
He came to terms with *****, stopped sleeping at night
With cleaning chemicals clutched consciously in his hands
Progress in learned steps, he sought to impress and emulate
The boys were great, we played board games and ran outside all summer
They were digital entertainment addicts, electronic fiends
Every day we shared a healthy lunch and stories from our schooling
I made silly noises and
They echoed healing laughter
Funny how fast children transform, their habits altering
Any positive message soaked and internalized
The obsessive behavior begging to be eased
We all got a lot tougher that summer
One boy lost weight, gained shape, and had courage manifest
One boy had many fears that one day he will put to rest
One boy was made to fall in love with his first test
The day I left the boys gave me
A cake, cards, origami
Their favorite stones
Hugs
Memories
Experience
Motivation
Stories
On the drive home I fell asleep on the highway
Mar 2011 · 1.3k
84. Trinkets 3/20/11
ERR Mar 2011
I missed you before we ever met
And dread the parting words
You were the pawn shop for my trinkets and baggage
Assigning palpable worth to the unimportant history
One man’s trash and tragedy
Is another man’s happiness attained
I traded my pain for gold
You’re the best story I ever told
Mar 2011 · 984
83. Bitter 3/19/11
ERR Mar 2011
The porch light barely illuminates the overflowing ashtray
Moon, abandoned home, smokestack, alleys: view
Orderly circles of leaking lunar spectrum serve as steady sight
Otherwise torn by my mouth like a hooked fish to the angler-night
The streets are full of holes like the stories of conspirators
Kitten of gender nondescript plays in the corner, jubilant
Clouds pass and pay no mind, don’t associate with our kind
I hope she doesn’t find me foolish when I interject
Approached by vendor of the thieving sort with stolen radio offered cheap
Promised to turn potential customers his way as I planned retreat
A character amongst graffiti and gritty blacktop, the type I always meet
Nobody waited for us as we signaled from the crosswalk
Back to the quarters, friend needs a ******
Try to concentrate and write despite the bang on the walls
Distraction from *** I’m not having; she’s a screamer
Dark brewed beer is a bitter taste for bedtime
Mar 2011 · 649
81. Magnet 3/10/11
ERR Mar 2011
I was born a magnet
Capable of ******* shrapnel shards
Out of the aching bodies around me
Heat-seeking pain pieces reach me with a purpose
To be transformed into tolerable troubles
Eased by a new outlook and positive spin
Stories need to be told, so strongly so
That at times they burst out unplanned
I carry them like Giles Corey
Demanding more weight
For other’s sake
Lives can be changed if you set out
With the conscious ambition to do so
Mar 2011 · 688
80. Mound 3/7/11
ERR Mar 2011
Northward bound with hound in circle round
In a neighborhood known as home
We climbed a hill, and he’s a puppy still
So he pulled me the whole way down
We saw a lit, empty vehicle in a driveway, sitting idle
Traversed a cloud of fog through narrow haunted lane
Heard creatures roaming out of sight, taunting those in the light
A shadowy silhouette ahead of us darted out of range
Then came the rain
Gentle like a kiss
I removed my cloaking hood for I didn’t want to miss
Precipitation in spring is a wonderful thing
And livens even the darkest of moods
I often store parts of myself in the tangible
And this walk filled with the familiar was dense
Once all I knew, now so distant in time
I have come to spread myself so thin
I wish some days that I could gather and save for the duration
Each trace of existence and instant of life
Yet the scattering will continue as more memories form
The mound of me divided into clumps of dirt and dust
Like the lining on the floor as I enter the basement
To hang my coat
And the leash
And think
Everybody dies
Mar 2011 · 2.0k
78. Ratios 3/4/11
ERR Mar 2011
For every good thing I’ve ever done
I must have done at least
Twelve bad things
I hope God
Or
Whoever
Doesn’t think in ratios
But in intentions
Mar 2011 · 607
77. Presence 3/3/11
ERR Mar 2011
You have a presence that shakes the air around you
And I imagine everywhere you go
Subtle music is beautifully vibrating
Sometimes
I
Can
Hear
It
Slow and mournful
You make the song that
I want to listen to at my
Funeral
From above
Weeping strings fade to black
Feb 2011 · 657
75. Endure 2/21/11
ERR Feb 2011
She was a mixture of red and blue
Combined before violet ensues
Awfully thin for such a warrior heart
Exchanges scraped the ocean floor from the start
Parents that lived for getting high
Father left her by now-sober mother’s side
Aimed to please, affection needs, she looked for other’s best
But found the rest
Men can fake charm and kindness for selfish sake
Target women who were overlooked and dangerous attraction make
Convince that they are necessary, isolate and break all ties
Slip chains in women’s drinks and let hidden hate thrive in lies
My shackled friend was weaker then though now you’d never know
She broke free from abuse of *** and beatings made her grow
Her skin is thick, her thoughts are quick, and any pain she can endure
I am so proud of you, flowered friend of fiery azure
Burn your hurt to ash
Feb 2011 · 1.2k
73. Ultraviolet 2/16/11
ERR Feb 2011
Today I stared straight into the sun
But I felt no warmth
No reassuring gravitational pull
No light of day
Merely ultraviolet radiation
Ionized particles of the solar wind
Cancer of the skin
Burnt flesh and not an attractive tan
The inevitable burst and the destruction of Earth
Years after my demise
Blindness looms for spotted eyes
And the stubborn who cannot avert their gaze
Feb 2011 · 1.2k
72. Junkies 2/14/11
ERR Feb 2011
Several little junkies, tweaking in a drug house
One was too ambitious and shot a lethal dose
His friends left him unconscious, hurried with their stash
Quickly numbed so cops would find no evidence of dope
Only when every spoon was cooked did they call for any aid
Kept him awake as best they could, sleep meaning death
The unspoken creed to save yourself from trouble first
Addicts and fiends from all over envied his potent product
Several junkies, all waiting to die
Feb 2011 · 735
71. Clean 2/10/11
ERR Feb 2011
You melt my stress like
The first hit
Or
A solid set of pushups
An honest act of altruism
Seen or completed
(One thing I am remarkably good at without even trying is
Being kind of big so
I’ve been pushing cars out all winter, you should try it)
You interrupt my thoughts
Even when I’m telling a story and
That’s impressive
Knowing me
I’m known to create soundscapes with the echoes in my dungeon mind
Lonely compositions
Full volume but drowned out by you
Sometimes I become completely detached
To any idea I’ve had or action I’ve committed
But you bombard me with the beauty of mistakes
And the merit of being proud
Catch me slithering into my hole
Stomp on my tail and drag me into the light
You make me transparent but
I love it
To the universe, I am murky
For you
I am clean
Feb 2011 · 1.1k
70. Clay 2/3/11
ERR Feb 2011
Some days I feel like misshapen clay
A child’s inept attempt at sculpting a shoddy piece of pottery
I crack in the glaze phase never attain proper consistency
Clearly covered in artisan fingerprints that were poorly masked
I live a lifetime as a bowl, barely holding water
Raising as my own planted seeds who grow too big for me
As trees
I occupy a dusty desktop where I am keeper of an arsenal
Of pens
Enveloped in now-dried pigment from early school art class
One day, I am accidentally elbowed off of the kitchen counter
And fall to the floor
Shatter into fragments
Bits and morsels
Chunks and crumbs
Shards of misshapen clay
Jan 2011 · 584
68. Clown 1/30/11
ERR Jan 2011
We pulled over against the snow bank
Mid-journey to band practice
On a one way street
Allowing traffic flow
A white van passed us by
With a behemoth packed inside
Mess in excessive circus dress
Outfit of a clown
Spotted red and yellow gown
Round nose and everything
Like the killer from “It”
Next to him was another
Man
With
Down’s
Syndrome
The pair stared at us like we had
Two heads
Glared, really…
Then they peeled off
And we jammed
Jan 2011 · 570
67. Outlet 1/29/11
ERR Jan 2011
I stole from you and you never found out
You ripped my hat so you sewed it back
And bought me a new one
Fitted (hid it in my locker)
You made fun of me as a young child when I spoke to myself
I decided with you to treat each day as new
You lied to me and told me fantastic tales of hidden caves
I defended you from hungry wolves when you met with the masses
You told me you loved me before you met me
I broke your favorite toys
I carry all of your secrets like Atlas against the Earth
You helped break my hand and now we don’t speak
You taught me how to breathe music and be rhythm
I wrote you a poem but you didn’t seem to care
I would meet you late at night in the cut-through by the river
You brought me everything you had as a gift when I was sick
I used to make you laugh in class with every word I said
You gave me a drawing that you spent hours on
I have always looked up to you and not-so-stealthily idolized
You make me really, truly, irrefutably happy
I fell asleep on the highway driving home after caring for you
You saw me dying but you laughed and kicked me instead
I have my fondest recollections about your bounds and welcoming waves
For the longest time you were the outlet for a developing imagination
Jan 2011 · 476
66. Guilt 1/27/11
ERR Jan 2011
I have
A million
Or
More
Things
That I need
To say
To you
Before I die
But I’m not going
To say
A
Single
****
One
Jan 2011 · 1.1k
65. Fever 1/25/11
ERR Jan 2011
I was so tired that I fell asleep with my jacket and jeans on
Fever spiked, woke up at 3 AM sharp
Drenched in a cold sweat and clammy to the touch
A night terror that returned me to childhood with its hallucinations
Starts with the distortion of size through warped dimensions
The knowledge required to become a skilled piano player
So vast that it expands and fills the room around me
I am crushed and suffocated, claustrophobic in the company of giants
My thoughts erupt
Someone saying something somewhere
Shaking, sweating
Even silence shouts at me I can’t control anything
I watch myself as I move in fast-forward, possessed
Voices in my head blast lunatic symphonies
Even the air around me swells to dangerous proportions
Can’t sit still, dying, I am alone and become a spirit
The physical realm long ago abandoned me on a stranger’s doorstep
Condemned to be a psychotic loner in a post-apocalyptic world
Dead and decayed from nuclear holocaust and I as its final freak
Beg for an end to the raving, burning, ringing and crushing forces
A phone call is made to my love and reality anchor
I stutter through my symptoms, regain some control
With her advice I find some calm and sleepwalk downstairs for water
The vending machine is deceased for the night
No favors
Just my luck
Jan 2011 · 814
64. Wealthy 1/21/11
ERR Jan 2011
I am an incredibly wealthy man
I value each second, each thought and breath and beat
Well beyond any man-made measures
My brief years outweigh all currency of current economies
Interpretations can at times make me sublimate and evaporate
Occupy any two spaces as I see fit
Falling up and making fool of constant ‘c’ in practice
My sorrow has created a vast void
Which when reversed
Is towering
I am a pillar, an obelisk
Altitudinous shrine to my own embryonic ego
Somehow I will save the world
Yes, I am that naïve
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