Life the movie
See and see and see

Eat and eat some more

I want my **** job
I'm tired of being broke

I would like
To participate
In the movie

Instead of just sitting
In the theatre

So I can have some money
To play golf

What is this place anyway

Just some long movie
I suppose it won't matter soon

When China drops
The EMP

No more easy food
For you and me

When I started to write, I sat.
seated, leaned, balanced, distributed, coordinated
To the chair.
the stool, the bed, floor, bar stool, couch, beached log
Under my *** cheeks with one freckle on the skin of the left side
petite and friendly
I am wherever I am.
Usually in my head, sometimes nowhere at all.
Thinking of word soundings fitting into the nonsensical particles of language.
Letters cue the stage curtains of Jedi mind tricks..and mostly only in my head does it sound the way Beethoven wanted his symphony no.9 to echo in his.
Out loud is so rambunctious and persuasive.
I don't want to persuade.
I mean to convince.
You cannot read my thoughts, but I know they are beautiful.

Fishmonger's yelling--
          their tone; open, penetrating
          casting shadows with wet rubber soles
Puddles of sleet.
The first it snowed, dominoes trample, the ground shakes
        gravity forces bowing of

                             concrete ice sheets
                              that rest above raging flows
fish knew what had happened
surrounded by scales
                        weighing the blame
An addict who is crying, lashing, calling out
for an intervention

                                                               ­            finally sets a date
From here his voice still echoes in my cranial apartments
                                                      ­              spaces to rent, pets allowed under 65lbs...
$300 deposit....
the fishmongers  yelling still
                                     singing their gilled vibrato chorus
I'll learn to live by the stormy ocean
and love myself, my voices and my choices

If you were broken, and i had the parts to fix you
i would work on you both night and day
but, i'm afraid the parts that i use would mix you
and take the best parts of you away

She is a constellation brought to life
Carved greek marble with a pulse running through her throat
Her tongue is clad with silver
Her hair shines bright as a sparrow’s feather
But when she bleeds
And oh, how she bleeds
Her blood runs red as any other’s

There are demons in this world, you see
Who know it’s easy for me
To mistake her smile for a sunrise
Spectors who seek to destroy such light
For who in the world is more beautiful that she?

I’d bind her heart with mine
To save her from the world’s spite
I’d breathe life into her lungs as if they were my own
Because no monster is as fearsome
As a world deprived of her grace
No beast could be as brutal
As a day without her heartbeat
For she is love, laughter, and goodness untainted
The dawn that rises radiantly
Over every day and daunting night

I know why we didn’t work out
Maybe when waiting is too heavy and
There’s no point in trying to pick it up anymore.

It's been another cold summer
with the
air conditioner running nonstop -
Yeah I am constantly caught up - at screen
Racing thoughts I capture them
plus
nightmares are right there
to deform ideas, but ideally
I'd die for, my ideals
Yeah
So I try to warn my peers to keep it real
But honestly, my fear is
it appears that no one wants to hear
About that ****, rather just amount to ****
Pout and *****, sulk and disconnect
I'm ******* repulsed by it - so I choose not
To follow suit and instead chase my heart -
Call a ***** a ***** and just make this art
Yeah rather that than rage for days
Yeah I'd rather work away the pain than relax distracted from the fact that we are each a slave - in one way or another