Last night was spent
with 2 Jews, 2 Christians, an aetheist,
and one question mark.
you can imagine how that conversation went.
..said, my inspiration.
i have a friend whose mostly made of
paint.
she was made when art was struck by lightning at
ten.
because she's also electricity
her being can paralyze
but it's cool in jolts
when the batteries are low
she can be your best friend
She once saved my life when i almost died
Her whisper shocked my heart alive
So i could go
and exercise
Though
i think
i'll sleep
til i see her again
sometimes we smoke
and talk about our saviors
of times
back when
and maybe later
one time
i watched art
burn into her hand
when asked
she said it was in her nature
unnoticed
is her powerful voice
she'll speak
And often
rearrange a choice
or her mother's limbs
with some minor anatomy
but it's breathe taking to note such force
And watchout!
when she gets excited
so much wattage
uninvited
since i'm water
i don't burn much
so when she speaks
i try and catch parts
before they burn walls
never slighted
REHAB
day 3...
immediately battling off the old perceptions
is this what it means to go through withdrawal?
I stand
the only soul left in the middle of a battlefield
their bodies lay at my feet
dead
another next to it
one still happens to alive!
I spring to action!
it's only a matter of seconds...
before it's dead too
with much relief
but that was just one problem
only a precursor
for the battle soon to come
there will be more
a horn sounds!
i look up toward the hills
and that's when i see them
more perceptions charging in for battle
hundreds
maybe thousands
at that moment i start convulsing
falling to the earth and
vomiting her name and being
over all my executions
ok. that's it.
unless something comes to interrupt this battle
i think i'm done for...
immediately battling off the old perceptions
is this what it means to go through withdrawal?
I stand
the only soul left in the middle of a battlefield
their bodies lay at my feet
dead
another next to it
one still happens to alive!
I spring to action!
it's only a matter of seconds...
before it's dead too
with much relief
but that was just one problem
only a precursor
for the battle soon to come
there will be more
a horn sounds!
i look up toward the hills
and that's when i see them
more perceptions charging in for battle
hundreds
maybe thousands
at that moment i start convulsing
falling to the earth and
vomiting her name and being
over all my executions
ok. that's it.
unless something comes to interrupt this battle
i think i'm done for...
ManBoy
This is the story of the old man boy
A boy born with the face of an old man
He lived at home with a parent
But paid the bills
Tried to buy adolescent issues
But his face made them shrill
So he took on adult worries
As such
He packed his clothes
His worries
And his problems
And threw'em in a suitcase
And went to live on his own
He owned his own business
Owned his own home
Owned his own car
And the key to a heart
And made a promise
From that thing
he would never part
For it was the one thing
That his face didn't shape
But what didn't shape
Were the adult choices he had to make...
TO BECONTINUED...
A boy born with the face of an old man
He lived at home with a parent
But paid the bills
Tried to buy adolescent issues
But his face made them shrill
So he took on adult worries
As such
He packed his clothes
His worries
And his problems
And threw'em in a suitcase
And went to live on his own
He owned his own business
Owned his own home
Owned his own car
And the key to a heart
And made a promise
From that thing
he would never part
For it was the one thing
That his face didn't shape
But what didn't shape
Were the adult choices he had to make...
TO BECONTINUED...
Brothers
The night a cowboy was born
an Angel's prayer lost its virginity
A foreign feeling found immunity
As
in his brother's care
the cowboy born discovered his new world
with mischeif and naievity
And his brother
an urban artist jazz child
quite shooken
By a birth from his mother
finally slept past night's edge
While his younger brother
stuffed
teathered
coffee-stein paged
books
full of societal normms
under his brother's bed
and painted societies walls
with graffiti
And so his brother woke
under red morn
to find a cowboy sleeping
emancipated by a half-soul made whole
from the dispell of a life
absent a cowboy younger brother
and their meeting
The jazz child
hides the cowboy in a fridge
to sleep for an expected eternity
and leaves
to toil fields
with the rest of their
dysfunctional family
spawned from an arranged marriage
between low self-esteem and pride
facilitated by a shotgun wedding
the trigger
held by maturity
Meanwhile
the cowboy sleeps
holding in his eyes
the other half of a jazz child's soul
Content
but anticipating his rise
His dreams
showing moments of happiness
fun
freedom
and the absent face of his mother
prideBrothers
an Angel's prayer lost its virginity
A foreign feeling found immunity
As
in his brother's care
the cowboy born discovered his new world
with mischeif and naievity
And his brother
an urban artist jazz child
quite shooken
By a birth from his mother
finally slept past night's edge
While his younger brother
stuffed
teathered
coffee-stein paged
books
full of societal normms
under his brother's bed
and painted societies walls
with graffiti
And so his brother woke
under red morn
to find a cowboy sleeping
emancipated by a half-soul made whole
from the dispell of a life
absent a cowboy younger brother
and their meeting
The jazz child
hides the cowboy in a fridge
to sleep for an expected eternity
and leaves
to toil fields
with the rest of their
dysfunctional family
spawned from an arranged marriage
between low self-esteem and pride
facilitated by a shotgun wedding
the trigger
held by maturity
Meanwhile
the cowboy sleeps
holding in his eyes
the other half of a jazz child's soul
Content
but anticipating his rise
His dreams
showing moments of happiness
fun
freedom
and the absent face of his mother
prideBrothers
REHAB
day 2...
Hi.
I'm one of the workers in Benjamin Black's brain and i'm going to be speaking with you in this message.
Huh?
yea i know. it's weird. Heh, but what can i say, he's going through a lot right now.
Don't get me wrong, I love the guy, unlike some of my co-work-
huh?
oh, i've been doing pretty good so far since they recently switched me
Where i worked before?...uh, well let's just say, for a serious work environment that place was an amusement park! That's why they brought me over here
yup
My boss told me, "when we saw they had a diamond in the rough we just HAD to have it! There was absolutely no cultivation"
yup
and so they brought me over here. Into an environment that will
"gear my talents in the right direction". You know? Cultivate me.
An environment where people want to actually do work!
Yup! No lallygaggers here! No sir-ree bob!
i mean, don't get me wrong.
I still get calls from the last branch from time to time. Like I said, they were "fun" after all. Fun and friendly...so...yea. That's how i got here
oh hey! I think that's them now.
.....
yup! They left me a messa-oh. heh, my mistake, that wasn't them...
oh well. I have work to do anyway
What's that noise?
oh. my fax machine...oh! my fax machine!
I heard they were suppose to send a fax in about another option!
It's around here somewhere!
Sorry, i don't mean to scramble! but- those papers?!
Well those are two reports I need to-aaahh ok,ok. i get it.
Your right. I need to get back to work and focus
That place ruined me so much. i'm lucky to be here
*sigh*
I have a lot of work to do. So I need to get back to work
I need to get back to work and focus.
I don't think that fax came in anyway.
Hi.
I'm one of the workers in Benjamin Black's brain and i'm going to be speaking with you in this message.
Huh?
yea i know. it's weird. Heh, but what can i say, he's going through a lot right now.
Don't get me wrong, I love the guy, unlike some of my co-work-
huh?
oh, i've been doing pretty good so far since they recently switched me
Where i worked before?...uh, well let's just say, for a serious work environment that place was an amusement park! That's why they brought me over here
yup
My boss told me, "when we saw they had a diamond in the rough we just HAD to have it! There was absolutely no cultivation"
yup
and so they brought me over here. Into an environment that will
"gear my talents in the right direction". You know? Cultivate me.
An environment where people want to actually do work!
Yup! No lallygaggers here! No sir-ree bob!
i mean, don't get me wrong.
I still get calls from the last branch from time to time. Like I said, they were "fun" after all. Fun and friendly...so...yea. That's how i got here
oh hey! I think that's them now.
.....
yup! They left me a messa-oh. heh, my mistake, that wasn't them...
oh well. I have work to do anyway
What's that noise?
oh. my fax machine...oh! my fax machine!
I heard they were suppose to send a fax in about another option!
It's around here somewhere!
Sorry, i don't mean to scramble! but- those papers?!
Well those are two reports I need to-aaahh ok,ok. i get it.
Your right. I need to get back to work and focus
That place ruined me so much. i'm lucky to be here
*sigh*
I have a lot of work to do. So I need to get back to work
I need to get back to work and focus.
I don't think that fax came in anyway.
war poetry
scraps of prayer
rain from above
Quick
unexpected
Blood helmets
shielding silence
and keeping pain
protected
the living
roam around as ghost
The dead
scream as they run through streets
butchering the spirit of killers
when hunters
shield bounty from enemy fire
and this?
this is war poetry
relentless
it follows you to the grave
and is placed as meaning
above your head
that is
if your head can be saved
rain from above
Quick
unexpected
Blood helmets
shielding silence
and keeping pain
protected
the living
roam around as ghost
The dead
scream as they run through streets
butchering the spirit of killers
when hunters
shield bounty from enemy fire
and this?
this is war poetry
relentless
it follows you to the grave
and is placed as meaning
above your head
that is
if your head can be saved
after-sex poetry...
Sex.
The bitter container of thoughts and expressions;
actions and corrections
which you've never thought about before.
Another world.
Inside this world
eyes turn into hands.
And every place I want to see
my hand has already seized.
Inside this world
hands turn into noses.
Her smell is as euphoric as a newborn
fresh out the womb
using their nose for the first time in a flower shop.
It reminds me of those times we're together;
in bed
on the couch
on the sidewalk
in the middle of silence.
It reminds me of the emotions I feel when i'm around her and the ones
generated toward me.
I smell her scent as if it were some kind of food.
I normally don't have access to it, so when presented with this splendid dinner, I gorge
myself to makeup for times past and when I'm starving in the future.
I save as much of the leftovers as i can, in this harvest, anxious
for the winter soon to come, whatever the left overs may be.
I eat up as much of her scent as I can
till i can't eat anymore, despite my attempts
because the glands in my nose and memory are bursting from the seams
unable to hold anymore additional weight.
And force me back to experiencing her sensually:
with my hands, my eyes, my nose, my everything.
Sex.
The bitter container of thoughts and expressions;
actions and corrections
which you've never thought about before.
Another world.
Inside this world
eyes turn into hands.
And every place I want to see
my hand has already seized.
Inside this world
hands turn into noses.
Her smell is as euphoric as a newborn
fresh out the womb
using their nose for the first time in a flower shop.
It reminds me of those times we're together;
in bed
on the couch
on the sidewalk
in the middle of silence.
It reminds me of the emotions I feel when i'm around her and the ones
generated toward me.
I smell her scent as if it were some kind of food.
I normally don't have access to it, so when presented with this splendid dinner, I gorge
myself to makeup for times past and when I'm starving in the future.
I save as much of the leftovers as i can, in this harvest, anxious
for the winter soon to come, whatever the left overs may be.
I eat up as much of her scent as I can
till i can't eat anymore, despite my attempts
because the glands in my nose and memory are bursting from the seams
unable to hold anymore additional weight.
And force me back to experiencing her sensually:
with my hands, my eyes, my nose, my everything.
REHAB
day 1...
I wonder through rooms
and into the common area
as if searching for her
dazed
She left me here so i could heal
the slight cut of my independence
meanwhile she tries to slit hers
But she doesn't know what i can do.
from out the ancient times of humanism's birth
i study alchemy
and then
use the lost art of transmutation
to pool her belongings and personal artifacts
and recreate her being
A complicated procedure
The ingredients must be precise
The process requires
bleeding one drop of your desperation
Cutting off two arms of independence
And you must pour in 2 quarts of addiction
I stand there
Watching the belongings and personal artifacts create her again
infront of me
my magic works!
I can see her!
and it's sad...
because I KNOW it isn't her
and never will be
When I touch her; SHE isn't there
When I speak; i don't hear HER voice
what is there
is an amalgamation of my imagination
and desperation
a mistake
I bow down
Squeezing tears out my palms
In realization that i'm at the edge of my addiction
i need help
i need to take advantage of this rehab...
but it's hard when her ghost torments me
Poking at my sight
It spins and confuses the words that exit my lips
and then sits back
laughing as they bump into strangers
snickering when they vomit on passerbys from dizziness
I wonder through rooms
and into the common area
as if searching for her
dazed
She left me here so i could heal
the slight cut of my independence
meanwhile she tries to slit hers
But she doesn't know what i can do.
from out the ancient times of humanism's birth
i study alchemy
and then
use the lost art of transmutation
to pool her belongings and personal artifacts
and recreate her being
A complicated procedure
The ingredients must be precise
The process requires
bleeding one drop of your desperation
Cutting off two arms of independence
And you must pour in 2 quarts of addiction
I stand there
Watching the belongings and personal artifacts create her again
infront of me
my magic works!
I can see her!
and it's sad...
because I KNOW it isn't her
and never will be
When I touch her; SHE isn't there
When I speak; i don't hear HER voice
what is there
is an amalgamation of my imagination
and desperation
a mistake
I bow down
Squeezing tears out my palms
In realization that i'm at the edge of my addiction
i need help
i need to take advantage of this rehab...
but it's hard when her ghost torments me
Poking at my sight
It spins and confuses the words that exit my lips
and then sits back
laughing as they bump into strangers
snickering when they vomit on passerbys from dizziness
The Mistress
Another naked moon smile
Between escape and beautiful passion
devours sacred love promises
In perfume and delicious flames
Fingering dark kisses for days
To bleed love sleep
and drink champagne
on haunted cuddle dreams
machines...
You're a machine now
wakeup!
You can't sleep in
you can't sit and talk
You can't see friends
you can't spend time doing things that bring you joy and make you happy
Unless work makes you happy
But happiness is for humans.
Feelings are for humans
You're a machine
You're a machine
You have responsibilities
You're a machine
You're a machine
You're a man
Giveup
It's ok to giveup
You're not a boy anymore
Just giveup
Stop daydreaming
You're a man
You have too much fantasy
What you need is reality
Work
That's what you need
Not just work
but keep busy
So busy that when you're not suppose to be working
You're working
Even after retirement
you don't know what else to do but work
So you keep working
You're a man
Work
keep busy working
busy
busy
busy
busy working all the time
That's a machine not a human
There's nothing more important in life than the act of working
and working hard
and all the time
that's what men do
ignoring annoying obstacles like sleep
sleep when your dead
ignoring romance
Save that for later
Right now
Romance gets in the way of work
And i'm a machine
So i should know
I should be working
Not just working
but keeping busy working
Hard
all the time
there's nothing more important in life
and i'm a machine so i should know this
Because this is how a man acts
Love? Love at first sight?
Men don't believe in that
Because their not human
and i'm a machine
Lower your hopes down a little
This is reality
and that's how machine's think
that's how i think
because i'm a man
You're a machine now
wakeup!
You can't sleep in
you can't sit and talk
You can't see friends
you can't spend time doing things that bring you joy and make you happy
Unless work makes you happy
But happiness is for humans.
Feelings are for humans
You're a machine
You're a machine
You have responsibilities
You're a machine
You're a machine
You're a man
Giveup
It's ok to giveup
You're not a boy anymore
Just giveup
Stop daydreaming
You're a man
You have too much fantasy
What you need is reality
Work
That's what you need
Not just work
but keep busy
So busy that when you're not suppose to be working
You're working
Even after retirement
you don't know what else to do but work
So you keep working
You're a man
Work
keep busy working
busy
busy
busy
busy working all the time
That's a machine not a human
There's nothing more important in life than the act of working
and working hard
and all the time
that's what men do
ignoring annoying obstacles like sleep
sleep when your dead
ignoring romance
Save that for later
Right now
Romance gets in the way of work
And i'm a machine
So i should know
I should be working
Not just working
but keeping busy working
Hard
all the time
there's nothing more important in life
and i'm a machine so i should know this
Because this is how a man acts
Love? Love at first sight?
Men don't believe in that
Because their not human
and i'm a machine
Lower your hopes down a little
This is reality
and that's how machine's think
that's how i think
because i'm a man
the glorious exclamation point!
i'm really annoyed, not upset.
I come in, kinda tired and beaten. frustrated.
You
Invite me on a trip you KNOW I can't go on, and I feel guilty
Invite me inside, when you KNOW I can't stay and I feel like a coward
Invite my opinions, when you KNOW they won't work and I feel like an intern
yet when I come home, drop my keys, and sit on my bed. I'm wondering if you left a message on my phone, called me, between the time I left to come home. Hoping, really.
GOD!
YOU MAKE ME SO ANGRY! SO FREAKIN CRAZY! WOMAN IF YOU ONLY KNEW!
I come in, kinda tired and beaten. frustrated.
You
Invite me on a trip you KNOW I can't go on, and I feel guilty
Invite me inside, when you KNOW I can't stay and I feel like a coward
Invite my opinions, when you KNOW they won't work and I feel like an intern
yet when I come home, drop my keys, and sit on my bed. I'm wondering if you left a message on my phone, called me, between the time I left to come home. Hoping, really.
GOD!
YOU MAKE ME SO ANGRY! SO FREAKIN CRAZY! WOMAN IF YOU ONLY KNEW!
cheap wine with chinese food
being with you feels like i just
wandered in from the rain
exhausted
i fall into a lazy boy
Clothes still on
still wet
I'm still fresh from outside
with only the slight grin of silence massaging my joints
and whispering sweet nothings in my ear
While the rain tiptoes in the background
on the lawn furniture
and window seal
after-sex poetry
afterwards
she haunts me throughout the rest of my
next week
like the experiences of a veteran to war
Flashes! during an all-important task
Visions! that force me awake during the mundane
Treating all my daily activities equally
Seeing no difference or discrimination
Arriving at a time of their choosing or
whenever they see fit
And when they do
they demand all-attention from everything
Mind. Body. and. heart.
Like a merciless slave driver
almost more than you can give
Lightning
THOOM! CRACKLE!
Barks the drooling cloud
In the night sky above
Covered in metal
I take deep breathes
Before my first step
Onto a grassy rug
I've always been afraid of lightning
Scattered thoughts:
"I'm an idiot for coming here!"
KATHOOM!
Only another growl
Not a bite
You see
To check for any fear
I pull out my metal pole
With nervous hands
As if undoing the lock
Tying its chain
And that's when it barks! lunging at me
With an unforeseen fierceness
Tearing away flesh til it reaches my brain
And when my bodies burned to ashes
It stands over its feat
Sounding out a howl that shakes the grave
As an audience
Of nightly chirps and curious critters
Overt their anxious gaze
Barks the drooling cloud
In the night sky above
Covered in metal
I take deep breathes
Before my first step
Onto a grassy rug
I've always been afraid of lightning
Scattered thoughts:
"I'm an idiot for coming here!"
KATHOOM!
Only another growl
Not a bite
You see
To check for any fear
I pull out my metal pole
With nervous hands
As if undoing the lock
Tying its chain
And that's when it barks! lunging at me
With an unforeseen fierceness
Tearing away flesh til it reaches my brain
And when my bodies burned to ashes
It stands over its feat
Sounding out a howl that shakes the grave
As an audience
Of nightly chirps and curious critters
Overt their anxious gaze
Epochoflips
Mistress? Thy kiss be more than genesis
Much more! It is the world's audacious end
The devil calls cue and limbo dismissed
And the whole of earth begins collection
Buxom beggars cheque cheer in merchant rows
Til overfloweth their hearts desires
Festivals explode with the coranto
Debauched with passion til flesh expires
Knaves cease honesty' and board the bosom
The hearts of maiden ghosts unseal death's guise
Whil'st men of eld agnise to colt forums
And barns sur-reign themselves with festive rides
Why make her budding rose or summer wind
When true beauty is seen by dying men
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