Some say the first was a chicken,
Some say an egg.
Since they are so finger lickin’,
I stand by those who say chicken.
Now a question I’m forced to beg.
A paradox in which we’re cursed:
If a chicken comes from an egg,
Then what came first?

Home.
Where is my home?
Home is where the heart is.
Where is my heart?
You have my heart.
My heart is you.
You are my home,
but I, am your homie...

We spent the day in bed
watching out the window
for the wet spots of raindrops
on the red apartment brick
which dried up
as soon as it was splashed
the silent echoes in the alleyway
served as a reminder
"Life is good," she said.
"It's better than the alternative"

Woke up,
in the middle of the night
Felt my way to your bathroom
but on the way
there was a creak with every step

but now
we know each other so well
I know all the dead spots in your floor

so I'll tread lightly when I leave
because when I walk away
you won't have to wake up

A thistle is just enough
to encumber a ruff
rider through the hills
never mind the flour mills
to process and possess
and gain interest
on fervent capital gains
which are not worth the pains
for glory be told
for those who'd rather be old
and grey without headfeathers
and times naught but better
have then the vanity
to spew chicanery
to delve into the society
of anti-sobriety
and them then who lost
streetwise cost
but for the depreciated stock
which will be bought up by the flock
will credit its debits
to gangs that met its
match to the makers
and the tough men shakers
who make it possible to move
product without anything else to prove
than to their mothers
dead fathers and brothers
that one can make a living
off of *******, soul ******* and killing.

I'm homesick for warm sunshine
here come the spins
and the feeling of a face going pale
tired of staying in

I'm seasick for warm sunshine
don't rock the boat
there is a chance that I'll go overboard
cold without a coat

I'm homesick for warm sunshine
Seen the sea,
swore the snow to flee
and saw what it has done to me

You were born on a cusp.
friends on the other side
couldn't decide,
Scorpio or Libra.
You yourself,
as constant as the tides.

A tenth sign ram
was blessed to cross
your lovely path
and the ram learned:

Short curly hair
pinned back reveal
asiatic eyes.
As you pass by and by
Time and time hearts race

Chicken salad sandwich,
its moist mayonnaise
is never as delicious
without a pickle.

Grubhub.
No, Scrubhub.
Too content to leave the room.
Yummy Rummy,
food in our tummy.
forever.

Broth, cheese and wine.
Mushrooms and time.
If ever I tasted love,
it was shared with me,
in a recipe.

Sound opinion in scores.
Royal, like the Tenenbaums.
Bill Murray fantastic.
Pink Moon over and over and over.
Divide that by nine.

And now I know,
almost as well as you,
how good Goodfellas is,
even after the tenth time.

Early morning awakenings or
snooze again and again and again.
Paralyzed in a dream or
awoken with a scream,
we tried a routine:

Once parts of a team,
a memory faster than it seemed.
Ran for miles.

A boy and girl in the hall,
amongst the boys and girls
in the hall.
Digital regulars in ecstasy.
Wake next to you a daydreamer.

So, when life gets hard,
and you're feeling down,
don't be so glum,
ignore your doubts,
don't feel left out,
I'll be there for you,
when you need me to.

Muffin milks the tiny teet
of a tête-à-tête torn
apart by warring factions.
slowly spitting the purple plum
dribbling, oozing
over the convex lips
which kissed and kissed.

Cream juices the cocky caucuses
of cordial cacophony.
Moist middlers meddle amidst
businesses of their own interest.

Power is power better bear than
bottom but everyone is ******.
Lap the ego from the firehose,
the giant member of the state
spraying like a cat claiming "mine!"

Hellbound, hell no he'll save us
everything is going to ****.
One man job to make us come
out of the 17th hole sand pit
of our pernicious premier club membership.

My eyes
are bags of mucus hanging by cellophane membranes
to my skull which is now structured like a wet sponge.
My tummy protrudes out from the rest of my abdomen,
a gelatinous layer hiding away a chiseled core
which may be deteriorating into oblivion at this moment.
The skin rests and hangs a little over the top of my leather belt
which somehow manages to fit three loops in from the first hole.
My neck hangs heavy like the ears of a sad elephant.

Nina pranced about
the lush green grove.
The pitter patter of her footsteps
like raindrops on the ground,
and her movements,
like a fog rolled through a valley.  
A white satin leotard
decorated with flowery lace patterns
A tutu that blossomed
from her slender waist.  
Hair elegantly tied back into a bun.
Face, filled with symmetry, lightly made up with powder.
Her cheeks flushed with a pinkish red blush,
but natural like her lips of pomegranate red.  

The grove,
short deep green ryegrass that rolls over the lumpy ground like moss.
Trees shade like many arms shielding many eyes.
The pure white light of the sun shone through the canopy in beams.
Nina danced furiously intent and
music box intricately
in and out of the beacons of light
as a ballerina should following a lifetime of training.

Red Rhymenoceros ate the Green Galatopopulous
Red Rhymenoceros had indignant indigestion
Red Rhymenoceros abounded in agony
Red Rhymenoceros pooped placidly
Don’t eat Green Galatopopuli

Water
runs
down
the
wall;
it
must
be
coming
from
upstairs.                                                       ­                                                                 ­                        
Make it stop! My calls have been ignored. I live on the lowest floor; there is only going up.
The
     ceiling
             caves
                    inward
                            before
                                                             I take any action.
                                 Under my bed I fashion temporary shelter from the
                                 cataclysmic reaction                     between water and
                                 dry                                                              ­            wall.
                                                                The dust settles.
                                                               I feel for my face,
                                                                cuts and bruises.
                                                        ­             I am safe,
                                                           ­    But under my bed
                                                                ­  I am trapped.

Look at this beehive.
Look at the bees working together.
See the hive.
Isn't it alive with activity?

Bees need one another
Just like we need bees

Or me, or
son. Or brother
from another Mother
or Father

or
God

or any other
to love or adore.
Or dream
Or wake up

or
Will

or force
yourself to.
Organized religion
or Catholics who pray

or
You

or those
who do not.
******* or ecstasy.
Or abandon

or
Forsake

or forgive
those who deceive.
Or strange suitors
or the jilted

or
Me

or I
or the original sin,
the temptation,
or Godless orphan.

Smoke in the summer Forget
about the winter Ash glows
like sunsets Tried it once
before Coughed till I couldn't
anymore Asthma is the worst

Once bought a soft pack
My cigarettes were soggy Buying
hard packs now What the
**** is that In my
skinny cigarette Change about fifty

Go outside the joint Ask
around for a loosie Bumming
cigs is hard Tender cigarette
After a sucky *** daze
I want you back now

The thick curl of a heavy
blue foamy reflective in the sun
crash on me

pull me under
currents of salt and water
push me into the sandy bottom

scrape my back
not like my knees of childhood
the beach is my new driveway

crispy hair as it dries salt
deposits white and pungent
fingers run rough through
tousled and tangled strands

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