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Face

Put on that

happy face

and don’t disgrace

the human race

just find your place,

your mind; erase.

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backyardea

remember our back-yard growing up?

all of those kingdoms and nations

and our Indian tribes?

The tree-house that we’d fill with waterballoons

by day

and sleeping-bags by night?

The secrets we’d tell

behind the garage

and the twigs and the mud

remember the hose in the summer-time

and the snow in the winter?

the forts and the acorns?

The cloudy days when we’d sit up the pine tree

or the clear warm nights

when we’d play man-hunt in

the neighborhood?

remember the sound of the leaves rushing through the trees

as the wind would blow?

the army men

and the bow that dad would let us shoot

the old pile of logs that we would find worms in?

remember trying to dig a swimming pool,

but it was just a hole?

when we would hide from Amir

behind those bushes?

remember when we had that old rope to swing on,

hanging from the big tree?

remember when we’d race down the sidewalk

on wagons and skateboards

with old plungers and fist-fulls

of pebbles?

remember going back there to hide

or to cry in the bushes

when we didn’t want to be found?

remember all the army-men

and the times when the world seemed to end

at the fence by Mr. Anseley’s house and the sidewalk

in the front yard?

Well I remember,

and I don’t know why

but it makes me cry


A Drive in the Hamptons

Taking a drive through the Hamptons is like a drive through zoo, and who would’ve knew that Animals could have such pretty cages? I know, it’s Dark, I shouldn’t laugh at them. The sign reads don’t mock the animals. But I don’t Want to mock them! What I Want to do is emancipate them, Just like PETA would have me do. This isn’t how these creatures should be behaving… They shouldn’t need this much medication. Why are they eating that? It’s Unnatural! Ugh that one just shat in her clean drinking water and then flushed it away down a pipe, What’s wrong with her? Wait upon closer inspection it appears They’re killing their own, as a part of some sort of Masochistic game, all they care about is themselves! Others are dying and suffering and fighting wars to support these imprisoned trolls…It’s as if they’re drinking the Blood of the Earth and all It’s inhabitants and calling it Romane Conti, as if they are Worship-worthy Kings of the Jungle dressed in Versace! This isn’t a zoo anymore, these aren’t animals…They’re Monsters. I don’t want to set monsters free. I guess they’re better off inn their cages. Get me out of here, because I’m done pretending. I don’t belong, And I don’t want to.


A Visitor In the Night

old Mephistopheles

may’ve tricked Faust,

but he won’t

get me


I’m Listening

I spoke with God today,

Out in the Ocean off of Brigantine New Jersey specifically,

near the south jetty.

God said storm clouds

and sheets of rain,

Whipping West winds and swells high as trees.

God said seagulls hung in the slate-gray sky

like kites over the Ocean

And blasts of arctic spray on my back,

and the Taste

of salt in my mouth.

I said tears and hoots

wordless howls and hollers.

I laughed and coughed up lungfulls of that batismal water

and let those winds rip through my salt-stiff hair.

I gave my body to the water

To God

I let it throw me and bury me

envelope me

Destroy me, if that was what God desired.

Yet God said a wet Marco stumbling out onto the beach,

smiling like a lunatic.

God happened to be eating at the same pinelands barbecue pit as I,

for I saw God in the faces of old wrinkled laughing African-American men and women,

and in the children playing in the sandy parking lot

among the pine cones and dried needles.

I saw God again that night, in the light of the setting sun

reflecting off of the sign for Route 40

and in the fireworks in the summer night

Exploding over the Pine Barrens

and in a flipped over Jeep on the side of the road,

flaming and spitting out smoke.

It’s been some kind of day


Helplessness

You are Helpless because you make it so,

and therefore

You disgust me.

The helpless

Cannot

be helped;

Let them snivel in their self-inflicted

Wounds and woes.

Get up

and take

what is yours to possess,

or fade.


HaHa Ha!

If all this is a joke,

Why aren’t you laughing?

It’s so fucking funny,

Oh my god

I think I’m winning

this game…

If you want to be

a winner with me,

Than you’d better do the same.


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