J Klein: Favorites

Dec 2012 J Klein

Zulu Samperfas

There's one e-mail I always delete and it's yours
and it's not the boring repetitive ones or the ones that have nothing at all
to do with me, I can let those stack up in my mail box
I have a collection, thousands of them
But you and yours, make me ill.  How you brag and have
taken over what was my job last year and is now so clearly yours
and have you ever, ever even said a word to me, even though I was
the one to do the ***** work to get it all started?  No, I am just
so last year to you.  I don't exist.  I see your bragging testimonials
to your greatness followed by pleading ones for money--teddy grams?
Really. And the one time I did see you, you were not nice.
So I delete your e-mail and really I'd like to delete the whole experience from
my mind.  All those late hours in that cold theater with undisciplined kids
Always thinking, I am doing this to have a job for the future.
This is why.  And then you just waltz in and you were so excited
I sent you my acknowledgement you were given the job and you were
so breathless oh can I tell everyone?  Like you just won the lottery and
now I want to send you an e-mail to tell you, do not contact me about this again
Leave me completely alone if you can't be nice.
I don't like your play and I don't like you and this was all a bad experience in total.
I want to delete you, not just your mail.  I want to delete you from my mind and my experience
and all the rest of the people involved in this whole sorry affair.

Dec 2012 J Klein

Always Marry An April Girl

Dec 2012 J Klein

Ogden Nash

Always Marry An April Girl

Praise the spells and bless the charms,
I found April in my arms.
April golden, April cloudy,
Gracious, cruel, tender, rowdy;
April soft in flowered languor,
April cold with sudden anger,
Ever changing, ever true --
I love April, I love you.

Dec 2012 J Klein

Welcome to 4 A.M.

Dec 2012 J Klein

Nicholas Harris

Welcome to 4 A.M.

Welcome to 4 A.M.

Where almost nothing ever happens and the universe sits mostly still, where indie music is life and where photography is heaven. Where silence is golden and life is absolute. Where we all wish to be, and where only a select few of us can go and handle it.

Welcome to 4 A.M.

Where we lie in limbo, waiting for the sun to come up, the moon to go down, the median between life and whats left of the dark decay of lifelessness. Where Your eyes open wide, where your thoughts wander into the void of the infinite. Where we wait to see the beginning, the middle, and the end.

Welcome to 4 A.M.

Welcome to the dead, the living, the mourning, the crying, the sad, the happy, the over energetic, the under enthusiastic, the over enthusiastic, the insomniac, the insane, the beautiful, the quiet, the peaceful, the thoughtless and thoughtful, the kind, the caring, the listeners, the wonderful and magnificent, the open minded and wide eyed sleepless.

Welcome to 4 A.M.

Where we wander, searching for answers in our sleep. Where we wait for contact and a view into what we think is the future, and where here, we wait for the future. Where we sleep only to be dreaming of our answers we are searching for and never getting the full answer to questions like-
"Who am I?"
"What am I?"
"Who do I love?"
"Who loves me?"
"Why am I here?"
"What awaits me today?"
"Who thinks of me?"
"Who are my friends?"
"Who are my foes?"
"Who are the friendless?"
"Who am I to judge someone?"
"Who are they to judge me?"
"What is left for there to question if I already know the answers to my questions?"

This is what we ask, and wait for...

Welcome to 4 A.M.

Where our mindless infinite, grows! To be ever infinite into the oblivion of exaggerated proportions and ridiculous time! Where everything meets the beginning, the middle and the end. Where life dies, starts, and lives once more for us as humanity to enjoy through one more day, for us to catch our breath, and to breathe the dead and living. For our eyes to capture the very beauty of life through blinking as if our eyes where the lens to a camera and our brains the film to feed it.

All in one quiet, peaceful, beautiful, and insane, hour. Everything lives, dies, and starts over again.

Welcome to the beginning, the middle, and the end.
Welcome to 4 A.M.
Welcome to life.

Good morning.

Dec 2012 J Klein

Not a Life.

Dec 2012 J Klein

Krusty Aranda

Not a Life.

Blood on my hands.
A scream choked in my throat.
The moon in the sky gives me comfort no more.
My bed empty again. One more night alone.

You didn't say goodbye. They wouldn't give you the chance to.
They just took you away, so far away.
There was nothing I could do.
I screamed your name.
I cursed their guts.
I cried myself to sleep so many nights.
Still, you were gone.

Now I know crying won't change anything.
It's time to make my move.
Stand up to the monster that dared do this to us.

"Why can't they understand?
Is it so hard to believe?"

I will look for you.
I will fight for you.
I will bring you back home where you belong,
to be together one more time... 'till the end of time.

I won't surrender this fight, even if I have to give my life.
It's not a life without you anyway.

Dec 2012 J Klein

deprivation

Dec 2012 J Klein

Claire Paradis

deprivation

Rain pours
Sleep rarely comes
I medicate, intoxicate, debilitate
I'm trapped
Trapped in my own mind
I'll never measure up to my imaginations expectations
I'm a master of my own sabotage
I crave, constantly craving
I want to be painfully in love
I want everyone
I want everything
I'm a black hole
A vortex
Unquenchable
Writhing
Confusing pain for pleasure
Pleasure for pain
I need the pleasure
I want the pain
Sensations paralyzing
The dull ache never ceasing
When did I become this ravenous beast?
Can I be satisfied?

Nov 2012 J Klein

Love Letter to a Microwave

Nov 2012 J Klein

Ugo

Love Letter to a Microwave

Skyscrapers and mango trees wearing boxer briefs.

The tantalizing wind blows caressing paperclips and mortuary signs—
turning them indigo red for we all know that dead bodies are nothing but dead.

Hymns of love and soliloquies of the unconscious ego—
Id of our time but men of the past be our hero.
Leaving to wonder, if king Nebuchadnezzar was a crack-feign
would Coca Cola still educate penguins on the importance of Lesbian Existence?

For in this war of life, cockroaches are the real winners,
and the taste of excellence is only reserved for fire extinguishers —

so if nuclear clouds persist,
let the fire burn with love and you lay on the bed of oblivion
cuddling the moral that capitalism leads to schizophrenia.

So insure your sanity for free 99, this, with warm regards from yours truly,

Rhizome of Golgotha.

Nov 2012 J Klein

Tiny Tubes

Nov 2012 J Klein

P Chartier

Tiny Tubes

Cut open my flesh

What will you find?

Strength that is stained

With wine that is sweet.

Filled with life and love

Which is confined in tiny tubes

But when you open my flesh

its all let

free

Nov 2012 J Klein

Inexistence.

Nov 2012 J Klein

EC Pollick

Inexistence.

There is
a perpetual hole in my life
where you used to be

And it doesn’t matter if
it’s only been an hour
Or seventeen days
Or seven months
Or three years.
It’s still there.

It has the cruelest consequences.
Even when you’re absent
You’re here with me.
and when I want you to be gone,
You are
but I feel your goneness,
and your absence
becomes a presence.
and not the one I want.

What’s worst is
you’re not dead
Or in a desolate war zone
Or being a good Samaritan
in a third world country;
You live right down the street.
You chose to be a hole
rather than to be
with me.

I might as well save electricity
And just unplug the “no”
of my vacancy sign.

Because there will always be one.