Everyday I am dead
Everyday I am born

Everyday in Earth
Everyday in Space

Everyday is consumed
Everyday is preserved

Everyday to act
Everyday to observe

Everyday needs sound
Everyday needs quiet

Everyday I love
Everyday I hate

Everyday demands speed
Everyday demands focus

Everyday is built
Everyday is grown

Everyday was new
Everyday was old

Everyday has progress
Everyday has decline

Everyday can shut up
Everyday can speak up

Clever
             creeping
                               crazy
         crass
                                            clandestine
        ­       conniving
                                   chaos...

Pardon my quietness,
I despise my voice.
If I should speak,
pardon my choice
of words describing,
revealing my limited noise
(making re-flexing
mouth) flapping
vowels, such so I entertain
entertaining, as if to
test with a swift jest
People I share acquaintance best.

Yes!
         I admire your curiosity,
much to mine,
if a human being
be a free creator divine.
But no, even so,
with all your spying...
(arid lure to my
breathless life you are denying!)
Just what information
can't you stop eyeing?
...
Stop!
Your clever charms
don't twist my arms.
Look away!
Your beguiled style
doesn't drive me wild.
Oh please!
Your confidence
appears dense.
But dare I?
Your belligerence
must penitence.
...
To what avail unveils this reveler so surreal?
I hang all my vulnerabilities on display;
Pick thy weapon, strike alas and dismay.
No business transactions here t'day.

Dear Mr. Television,

There are poor air quality in national parks.
Californians are painting their lawns green.
A ****** Galactic pilot survived failed space mission for billionaire.
Santa Cruz lost an 8 year old and found her dead in a recycle bin.
Berkeley police in riot gear hunted a man with silver teeth for robbing laundromat.
Jamestown archaeologists found first American settler remains.
LA mayor second guessed Olympic games.
SF sign said "hold it!" to keep urination off public domains.
LA police handed out "quality of life" citations to homeless people.
Opinions urged citation clinics for the "service resistant".
Others said it's all in vain without any housing.
Mexico made Presidential candidate Donald Trump into piñata,
      but the people have taken enough swing at him already.

Your pal,
Newspaper

I can smell October coming.
I can feel months of dry, chilling winds
and can see the creamy skies of peaches
hazed by the darkening of clouds
echoing the screeches
of the brown bristling leaves dwindling 'round.

The kids they play in it anyway,
and with no Summer to fuel their fun
they prey on what imagination they could weigh.
And I watch, eagerly yearning to rejoin in spirit
for the festivities is my remembrance
of a once intuitive child's play.

Light-ray kiss'd skin,
taught like work boot leather
in dagger smoothed cuff, shirt loosen'd.
He palate licks as he squints,
a primal youthful wit, daring insofar as
the shoulders broad and clenched,
coiled and relaxed,
and restrained.

His stretching hands crawl
sense and twitch
like legs of tarantulas
beating to the sharp strings
of guitar stings,
yet not he be unabashedly
gripped away from focus.
The outstretch of his serpentine back,

once filled with poisonous confidence,
will unhinge jaw-dropping shoulders
Fang the wheel
'til a turnout screech and heel,
burning rubber as his sun-glistening
hair'd arms coil back into the gears a-
shift,
                  shift,
                                      
shift.
Music to his ears,
of turbulent pistons pushing steam.
Hot wet steel smashing
inside bright loud sparking vacuums,
oozing to a cough
of the last thrusting.
Dare not he who keenly sees.

He sees said finish line,
'Tis all enough necessity
fit for one with pure integrity;
if should so challenger dare attest
he, shine down and saddle up...
This young handsome is beastly struck.

If you should call yourself a student,
a truth-seeker or breadwinner,
live this life to learn--be prudent,
and absorb the evils of the litter.

Falter you mustn't
for this path you've chosen,
among others christen'd,
to be whipped and woven.

For when even life is beat, it is
sweetened with enough strife
as to never yawn or sleep, that is
but to see a cause to strike.

On the road like the beats;
Do light the fire of Yeats:

For what's a student got to eat
but a diet of dry pasta and black beans?
For who's a student got to be
but a-filling the mold and breaking the seams?

For how much a student's got to have
but a-cashing the last eight dollars in coin?
For what's a student go to know
but abashing knowledge for generations to join?

For where's a student got to go
but when a-coming home given the snare?
For what's a student got for hope
but a waterboarding victim gasping for air?

For how's a student got to live
but in living separate selves into one?
For how's a student got to cope
but to drown the fear with instant 'fun'?

For how's a student got to set an example
but being stigmatized for education?
For what's a student got to show
but to hide existential distention?

For what's a student going to do then
but to turn a-back from all with clout?
For who's a student now?
but, now, I considered dropping out.

And for what's a student got to Bear
     but to no fault overhear:
"The Universities are a day care"?

So, hear this, I bring thee to light
It would mean our honest delight
For all to know our dire plight
But as we sing our "Fight, fight, fight!"