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Partnernless and Stir Crazy

You should have said, yes

to the guy who asked you out at work

he could listen to your paranoia

so we wouldn’t have to

a lover would have better ears


Post Hoc Death Blues?

Traffic seemed to sludge by us and the sun hit our collective black shroud. While my sisters  son hid in front of me from pretty middle school girls yelling behind us, “Hey! Tyler!”, my sister, with red hair flowing and freckles gleaming in the light, said that Verona air smells like peaches and gasoline. Tyler’s friends were probably drinking cokes, eating disco fries and fun-dip, and talking about hot girls. Babies were being born somewhere, babies were dying somewhere, and I couldn’t deal with the intensity, so I put on my glasses to hide while we smiled to the girls because: What else do you do?!

It was a forgiving father that I saw at the post office smiling, but grimacing, because his daughter filled out a form wrong so they had to do it all over again.

And it was a smile because death is awkward and peaches and gasoline create beautifully fucked up tension.

So what else do you do besides calmly submit to the horrors of the endlessly intricate world, and smile in a confused transparent bubble.


Alone

I’m more alone

surrounded by thousands of peers

then I’ve ever been

on my own.


Lost At Sea

I am lost at sea

and this doggie paddle

ain’t doin’ much

against these twelve foot

monsters

that just keep

coming and coming and coming…


406

Don’t let go, don’t let go. What was once yours, slipping ever so slowly.

Lost focus. Carelessness. Pride.

Tighten your grip, C’mon, before it’s too late. Don’t let go.

Stop standing idle, take control, tighten your grip.

For God’s sake, DO NOT LET GO.

That’s what happens. Juggling the unnecessary and humoring the needless.

Softening your grip.

Now too late, losing all control.

A once bolstering man, reduced to nothing.

Sweaty hands.. Just Don’t let go. Don’t let her go.

 

How did this happen..


Oceanus (son of Uranus and Gaea)

I’m a fucking Hurricane

and you’re the coast of Florida.

I’m the Ocean exploding over Sea-walls

and blasting winds throwing showers of Salt down with waterfalls of rain.

I hope you know how to swim,

Because if you don’t,

you’re going to be drowned and battered

into the hull of a ship

Or buried in an instant

beneath 900 tons of water.

I’m going to fill your lungs

and pull you out to me,

where in a seascape of such immensity

and glorious horrifying Augustial fear

blended with a sky of

Saintly blue-grey smears and Lividus hues,

a soul shaking battle of light and Darkness,

the last thing you will see

is me,

In every direction

as far as you can see

Pulling you into my depths,

Beneath  the waves.

 

 

 


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.


Time to Go

Let’s disappear

for more than a year,

and become less than a ghost

in the Ivory Coast.


End of Evolution

Systems evolve

and creature evolve

Situations evolve

As the planets revolve

Feelings evolve

and plants evolve

Relationships evolve

and then dissolve

Spirits evolve

and landscapes evolve

Conflicts evolve

and then resolve

But today,

the Earth stops it’s spinning

and the muzzles of the guns have

gone cold and quiet;

the clouds have frozen

and thought has halted

and inchworms

have stopped their inching.

This is the End of Evolution.


The Patch (by Lynn)

It’s not the best time

for an egg to latch,

which is why I decided

to use the patch.

I went to the doctor

for a prescription,

so I can make

beautiful friction.

It may cause a rash,

but this contraceptive uses

only a lil’ cash.

I know this thing

screams “get me laid”

But who could tell

if it looks like a silly “band-aid”

Glad to say I’m safe,

even if the sticker may chafe,

I’m attached to the patch,

even if my hormones lack.


Different

I find myself in

a different space,

a different place,

surrounded by strange,

but familiar face.

The yet unknown

intrigues me so,

but it’s still a place,

I’m hesitant to go.

The more I stay,

the more I grow,

the more I realize what I’m

willing to show.

It’s beginning to become

from which we all must roam,

it’s beginning to become

home.


Lost

I’m swallowing this sadness

Licking the sweat off these bitter lips

I’m drowning in this crass-ness

Unsure of what’s next

I’m blinded by life

I’m struggling to see

I’m holding on to whatever

Seems closets to me

I’m digging in deeper

Plowing heels into dirt

Trying to stay upright

Just to avoid the hurt

So desperate to hold on

To whatever seems right

Life is just a mere eidolon

But it’s worth the fight

Just to give up

It would be so easy to go

Not sure if ill stick around

For the end of the show

I’m swallowing this sadness

Liking the sweat off these bitter lips

I’m drowning in this crass-ness

Unsure of what’s next


Freedom

Come follow me

and you will see

how we can be

free.


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