December 2011
30 posts
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Winged Narcissist
I will not be the moth
with too many holes in my
wings to fly.
I will live beyond
expectations,
I will not be mediocre.
There will be no holes
in my moth wings.
The shiny grey, polka dotted
and speckled with black,
shall leave an impression
on human eyes beyond that of
a naked demi-goddess brandishing
a flaming wheel of firefly eyes
whilst waltzing with her demi-god lover.
I will live forever in...
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Ecclesiastes For Crack Heads
That time I had three hundred dollars
worth of Crack
and a head full of superstitions,
yelling at mama as I walked
out the screen door of Louisiana backwoods
childhood,
I pawned the last piece of my
soul to the devil behind the
counter of Bayou Pawn,
buying a nothing I mistake for everything and
ultimately I am
spawning hatred for the next generation
as they look into my pocked face
lamenting a...
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The Owl and the Mouse
One day,
the gypsy grandfather had
to tell the gypsy children
why the gypsy father was put in jail.
“Children
Once upon a time,
an Owl caught a mouse.
The mouse yelled at the
owl to stop, stop eating me
and crushing my bones,
the owl arched an eyebrow,
finding the mouse peculiar for
having the capacity to speak,
so half uneaten,
the mouse was placed on the branch
from which the owl was...
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Dreamscape
Across from the Emerald palace
Dorothy beckons,
calling forth Golden Brick
dreams which pave a way
for my beautiful muse.
Dressed to the nines in snakeskin
shining in a light like the
sun but more so
as the vision burns
into the Disneyland of my soul.
I pride mine legs
and run free towards her
(wanting to grunt into a pillow while she stares at the ceiling)
snakeskin form only
to be impaled
by...
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A warm wall and a calm mind in old age
In the afternoons,
I would sit with my back to the wall
on the East side,
so it would be warm from the radiating heat the sun had
distilled onto the concrete
but I would still be in the shade,
the orderly, Tom, who I had made a small
friendship with would buy me tins of
sausages with the small coin I would provide,
I could not smoke anymore, not a pipe or a cigar, the taste had gone, nor could I...
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Partial Custody
He pulled his daughter’s headphones
out of her ears and said
Have you ever simply understood
the parallels between Old Men
and gnarled Oak Trees,
has it ever occurred to you that the answer is in sorting out
the terrible thoughts which we seek
to scatter with noise,
the thoughts which we attack with mutated of
flamethrowers which retard able minds
that all the TV shows and Bubble Gum Pop...
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What Mama Jean didn’t know
During the summer time,
we would run errands for the
business men
by the wharfs and get nickels,
sometimes we would each get a couple
of moon pies
a cola and as many peanuts as we could
stuff into our pockets from Mr. Santos’s store,
the spend the afternoon shelling peanuts to the fish
kicking our feet in the water,
Mama Jean always said it was a waste
but Mama Jean didn’t know how fun it was
to...
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chan·teuse
The chant for my yearning
comes out of those pouty lips
red dyed for me to die slowly
as words are at her will
laying on top of a piano
strung with raindrop strings
with curves tickling my ivory eyes.
I imagine nothing of her,
for I know her and the hook was set
long before I strutted in this dive
but at the time of birth my bones formed
for this woman.
Yeah yeah yeah baby, hit those high...
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The Healer
I had gone out to the healer
who lived outside town
in a two toned trailer
with a customary gift
of cigarettes and canned meatballs
but when I handed them over
and asked for the pink birth mark
stretching over my chest to my toes
to be removed,
he told me to look out in
the forest and notice the beauty
of trees
how the elms and the birch stood out
this time of year with bright sunfire red tips
and...
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When Tree’s Talk to Birds
The Elm Tree’s rooty knees
looked at me longingly
saying please to the Blue Jay flying and dashing
over the wind’s lashing,
“Look at man in his sadness
the look of absolute madness
lumpy asses parked on park
benches
viewing the scene my heart
wrenches
Little Jay trill and shrill for the man
to distract him from himself
I plead for you to dive around my foliage
and into unknown valley’s beyond...
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The Memory Trial
I went to the Witch Doctor
which gave me kaleidoscopic optics
to gaze into the shadows
from my 12 year-old-self.
He saw me in the darkness
looking on with glow and jealousy
and he became irate with
laughter
banishing me with his voice
“Boy you must drop your cause
do not look upon me
I am me now and you are me then
it cannot be for you to look back
we only have what is and this is
not your is but...
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The Broken Machines Dance for the Lizard King
That night in New Sidney
the man we’ve been looking for
had the lizard king on his shoulder
and us with our shooters on hips
swaging hips
we shot him down.
Later the lady with pink lips
and reassuring hips
served us cold spirits
from cold glass
on the balcony we hung our legs off
looking at the rambling streets below.
Then I turned to smile at you
and saw the lizard king on your shoulder
smiling...
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Answering the hard questions
I divorced your mother
when I was bored
and then spent
the rest of my life
trying to kiss her again.
That thing where you’re
palms sweat and you don’t
know whether she likes it, if she will like it,
you wanna give it to her so bad,
you wanna reach into her
cleavage with your head falling
asleep there forever.
I wanted that feeling
with her
just her
no one else.
All strawberry blonde, fire, spite,...
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A Pansexual Confesses at a Bar
Watching him watching
her
wanting him
wanting her
what a blur.
Who wants me like I would want?
I take it out on my soul but the body is
saved for empty lusting
saved and pristine it will be
till a lover claims it
or God claims it
and the coffin claims it
and it will hold me
while together we make beautiful daisies.
#290
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Hell Hath No Fury
The image of scraping teeth,
jarring the jaw,
jolting pain as bone joints brazing
each other,
the idea that someone is scratching your skin of
with a safety pin,
an eternity of work,
an eternity of pain,
Prometheus was pitied eventually,
but in this situation,
you dug your own grave,
just sit and take it,
if you stay quiet enough you
will be able to sleep with her again,
but the queasiness of...
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The Epidemic that shouldn’t be
The paunches,
wide waddling
haunches,
slack jaws
indescript of
race or station
because of all the
jowls.
Governments
research the
next Cookies and Cream,
the fried up, double battered
moonpie of the 21st
Century.
Anything that will
keep marinating the
heavy masses.
Basting butter and
sloth and gluttony
with the long brush of
bristling complacency.
#288
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The Bright Dawn
Upon Awakening,
The stifling heat
and smell of whiskey
kisses
shell shocked what was left of’
our self-worth.
We tip-toed out
while the hookers
were still asleep.
Not knowing
if we had
already
paid.
Not Caring
just wanting to
leave
and find some place to help us
try and remember good still existed
in the world.
Maybe it wasn’t morality we wanted
so much as simplicity.
So digging...
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What the Travelling Medicine Man of Wonders Said...
Brothers and Sisters
give into the touchwant,
the touchknow,
the touchfeel, touch yourselves at whim and fancy.
Expel the frivolities you have been
holding with needless, sacred
care
and tell all, void yourselves o
the shiny-bobble desire
or the lush lusty lassitude
driven device which
youthinks
may make you happy.
I am no judge but
the medicine man that will come
through with wares for all...
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boylove
That night we watched explosions
in the sky
I a young boy wanting pleasures,
forgetting the street-cornerblues
that would give me black eyes
and bloody body parts
for the wanting of you,
you a young boy wanting to fill
yourself with me as a replacement
for fire or invention or destruction,
hating the mother and father
that will forsake you,
but no matter I offered up my
boylove treasure for your...
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The Maneater
She let the vines touch
her legs
and the thorns grab her
blue cotton dress.
Looking forward,
and further, she
wanted the pain of loins
and adulthood to either
crescendo or crash.
She wanted to see the Lioness caged within,
the Empress empressed in her fleshy breasts
to pop the buttons of her blouse,
come out to ravage the fleshy throats
of her past lovers,
she only had eyes for this new piece
of...
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bloodletting
A Time Traveler and a Blood-Letter
got together for dinner,
the affair turned sadistic around
the third date
and it did not end
until a number of
relived, painful
divorces.
#283
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Leaving Neverland
One day
the strangest thing happened
and I began to fly,
which was all well and good
except for the expectations
put on me.
#283
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The Yeoman’s mistress
It was under the siege
that tensions between my wife
and mistress became too much,
you could say the whole
situation a stifle,
a trifle to much drama for me
keep one between the sheets
and the other in the kitchen,
but the one babbles about gender roles
and the other about being a proper woman
and not just a kept hussy.
What’s a man to do?
Well,
I went to the Western Wall
to throw to the enemies...
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The Straw Man
The men backed the man
against John Walter’s house and howled,
erase the man,
efface the disgrace from the human race,
let him arouse our women no more
let him molest us no more,
let not his beauty manifest and infest
so we don’t ingest the man,
instead let us light flames of our insecurities
and all the indiscretions be forgiven
at this man’s trial by jury,
and all the men yelled guilty,
and all...
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Sally and the boys
She saw all the boys
poured ‘em all the same foamed up
draft dreams in iced mugs,
touched the tan hands
and made tan smiles,
the sailors came as boys
and came back men,
tipping a little bit more
and taking a little bit longer
to smile after every trip.
They always winked at Sally though,
and she always gave them the best set of dimples,
the deepest crevice and the slope-ingest curves.
So as trees...
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Sunday’s Love Letters
We worked in the quarries
during the months of summer
for extra money,
on the Sundays,
I would sit on the porch and write
long lovewords to your grandma,
talk about her silkskin touches
that I missed
or tell her about the foreigners I
shared a house with,
how their cant of accents would echo of the wood floors,
and towards the evening, it would be real nice
to see the smoke from the houses across...
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Cuentos exagerados
The children would not want to eat
their vegetables,
so papa would take them aside and say,
“Los Niños”,
and he would put on a serious demeanor
“Do you know there are 3 men in your body,
one repairs your ailments and injuries,
two is in your cabeza and it tells you what you see, how to say, what to think,
three is your most important for he is in your chest and tells you how to love,
if you...
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How we men climb
A boy played in an elm wood
and in the gleam of sunlight
saw the silver line
from which God hung the Earth,
so he climbed and climbed
and climbed above the Earth
trespassing stars and planets
no man had ever seen,
until the rope ended on God’s finger.
God seemed puzzled when the boy began to search all around
“Boy, what are you looking for?
I am your creator.”
“Just looking for the string attached...
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The Curious Memoires of an English Gentleman in...
The Doctor looked at the young ones,
the ones running in the filthy red dirt,
the boys in work clothes trespassing the filthy dirt to their employ
and the filthy red girls coquettishly looking
on at the boys,
grit covering the slanted eyes,
dust caking the pouty lips,
smiles protruding from every corner, every stretch, every cubby hidden or not
they were so happy,
such happy, filthy...
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From a Photo
Going through the old things
I can trace my thumb along frayed edges of
grandfather’s flight suit
almost smell the dirty streets off of the photograph which contains
him and his mother on the New York Street where
he lived,
I wonder what it was like
to taste the newspaper print
rubbed off on the fried fish or sweetened corn
he bought for a nickel from a street vendor,
or how he felt when he ran...