Books movies
Scifi fantasy
Reading writing
Letters words
Social skills
Or lack thereof
All culminate to be
The nerd inside of me

Last night I reached my hand out to the monster under my bed whose eyes usually glow scarlet and whose teeth typically gnash and snap but this time had the same deep brown eyes and average teeth that I do

Last night I pulled my skeleton out of the closet and we danced to the blue jazz that floated through my window from the sax player below and then we played never-have-I-ever and watched SciFi TV on Netflix

Last night I asked the mermaid down the bathtub drain if she'd like to come up for a swim and we laughed and splashed and sat on my roof in the star light talking about love and sushi recipes and where to get a really good haircut

Last night I called out to the werewolf who roams these parts as he called out to the silver globe of a moon and I gave him some salad because he's a vegetarian and he showed me pictures of his pet bunnies Morningglory and Killer

Last night I covered the mirrors and opened the shades for my vampiric friend Velma, a quiet girl who volunteers at the animal shelter and soup kitchen

Last night I said good night to my nocturnal friends and went back inside to turn off the lights and make sure my dog was inside who I call Albertius Rex but was previously known just as Cerberus

I don't know if it's the whiskey or the cigarettes or the one night stands or the phony lovers phoning you for self affirmation that they too - can **** like a professional star on a cheap website.

I don't know if everything I've ever been told was only a regurgitation of everything someone else has ever been told. If we all function solely through heresy and political agendas.

Blood stains on freshly lit cigarettes, they say those'll **** you - but I'm already dead inside.

Starve myself because the scale hates me
                       because the models in the magazines are what my lover fancies
                        because every photograph I've seen within the past several years were of girls resembling holocaust victims - who most likely suffered in the same way that most of those victims have. But only in the sense that, they themselves were the German Nazis malnourishing their Jewish bodies of food.


How awful it must feel, to embody both the **** and the Jewish girl. But I've never actually read Anne Frank's memoir - so what the **** do I know.

If I were skinnier, if I were prettier, if I were smarter, if I read more non fiction and russian literature - if I listened to radio talk shows about politics and found scifi equally as enjoyable as I find raunchy cult classics that make up the subculture stereotype.

       Would I then, capture your attention?


I've already lost my own, truthfully. But everything is only temporary anyways.

exposition of my position
connecting epic art of
scifi legend extraordinare
frank franzetta.

from my back to distant Barsoom
A princess of Mars is my captive muse
to a story of a pale blue dot.

where an archer's bow points
her lady-ship has no censorship
unbiased in crowded eyes.

blinking aeons of information
torching elemental tables
undisguised for public record.  

unforgettable this ticking thought of self
Converging lines and tectonic season
Moving over earth with pilgrim miles.

Gothic Black
What will tomorrow be like?
We have to get thru today first
Then we can see what it’ll be like
The same old crap or different?
A perfect utopia of happiness
Or a black ash filled world
We will see as the days die
Night becoming the new normal
Some think tomorrow is now
And only darkness will reign
Like some scifi horror story
With us as the characters
All soon to perish in the night
I look forward to that world
More gothic than black

Arrival
2. Galaxy Quest
3. 2001 A Space Odyssey
4. I, Robot
5. I Am Legend
6. Blade Runner 2049
7. Star Wars ( All of it )
8. Star Trek
9. Midnight Special
10. Minority Report

If you observe fireworks each one has its own style

Same way

Every friend confronted and been in my life is special

Moments I spent with you are precious

I love books and your memories are been stored in my library

My experiences with all of you are priceless and like an adventurous SCIFI fantasy

Thank you all for being part of my life and making my life colorful

I may be far but not too far from your memories

Happy friendship day buddies

When I see a
Clear dusk sky
In the evening
I like to imagine
That
We have more neighbors
In our solar system
And that we have more moon
Like that of a scifi or fantasy novel
Back to reality.

Let's combine our powers
Then we won't defeat us
Wade in wonders, memories and time machines
Rewind the hours
I'll teach numbers you say words
We'll reach a grade of genius
We could be an A

Let's go and perform with the dinosaurs
The crowd will go wild
Then I kind of thought we could birth a sausage
Doggedly solving crimes of sorts
Possibly go back even further to the beginning
I've never been in the prime before BC
We could be in A

Don't like the SciFi stuff?
Then Great Scott let's go back to the forest
My sources tell me it's new
If you don't hate a view we can go wide-eyed
Be one with the horses sorry ponies
If only we could talk to them
We could be a neigh

The Pup would be tired. Pooped
Perhaps we'd all require recuperation
To remain stationary
Or we could carry on
Should our wonky legs become carrion
Donkeys will help us or we collapse in the trees with no phone
At least we'd be alone
We could be NA

But how can we get up when we can't stand ourselves?
If your knee is weak use mine. Can I use your hip?
My entire right side is over and apart
I'm hoping you could be my other half and we'll rise together
Until our eyes our better. Drier.
We'll hold our healed hands and lean shoulder to shoulder
We could be an A.

I find my humanity
in stories,
in Japanese Anime
and cool manga,
where all those heroes
spring from things
that seem unbearable.

I find my humanity
in far flung fantasies,
of fictional realities
where characters strive to be
better than they were previously,
where they are constantly
working and growing like me.

I find my humanity
in flowing verses of poetry
that sweep stale cobwebs
from my sad cluttered head
and help me see things differently,
which is what my scifi perspectives
also offer me.

Even though, sorrow stains my
poetic flows,
bringing in
cynicism,
and anger towards my fellow men.
Even when people tend
toward hateful trends
of violence, sexism, racism,

somewhere in the art I love
lay similar hearts of
humane ambition,
of nuclear fission,
of dreamers on a mission,
and there my humanity
is frequently restored to me.