Disembodied
July 31, 2009
I never needed to win
being on top of things was too uncomfortable
yet there was the possibility of life
at the back of my mind.
The person I wanted to be
standing across the street, waiting for the green light
was so real.
While engrossed in nervous greed to make his smile mine,
worry sucked the glow out of my soul
I lost sight of all things true
Something is happening without me,
with the friends left behind
the dreams I dreamt
the children starving in far away lands
The sunlight has me recoiling inside myself
looking for the perfect escape
but it is nothing important or new,
only little sharp pains
to enjoy rainy days,
coins lying down on the pavement,
and fruits a bit too ripe.
Break
July 31, 2009
For so long I’ve been staring at this pale ground.
But these cemented feet have stood still too long.
With every inhale, this casket crumbles
And the vestige of your binds dispels to ash.
If you thought your insults like razors
Would keep me raw and wounded
And your seductive words like siren’s songs
Would keep me snared, then you were wrong.
Because I won’t be here
For you to tear me down,
And moving on is
One.
Step.
Forward.
call me a communist
July 30, 2009
but i fucking hate money.
i’d fry the french for real
if it meant i could squeeze
them between my teeth milking
every last second before their
last taste of oxygen and their slow
steep in my pools of acid
giving poems to strangers day
July 30, 2009
i have never been more indecisive
in my life
i cannot even get 1 cylinder
on this damn thing to fire
i can be found always, somewhere
on cornfield avenue
thumbing for a ride
that i am always refused
(without paying cash
up front
of course)
as they know that i
will rob them
i am always sitting
next to cloudy headed
johnny law
he is a bright-eyed
son of society (or of-a-bitch)
i am as dry as the periodic
table of elements
Here, Take This
July 30, 2009
There’s a demon in my esophagus
I should audition for a monster
But I’m too preoccupied with
Blowing my congested nasal
Passages into oblivion.
Double-fisted if I can help it,
Slugging shots of
Nyquil.
Dayquil.
Afternoonquil.
And they’re multi-symptom.
Where’s the all-symptom?
Wrappers of a thousand
Menthol-eucalyptus lozenges
Make my mouth taste disgusting,
If I can taste at all.
Navigating over a spire of tissues
And a forest of childproof locks
Searching for respite.
I’m sick as a dog,
Whatever that means.
Decisions, Decisions
July 30, 2009
Solar
indescribable yet
palpable in every
single nation
of the Earth
Lunar
Mass-Insanity
although there’s
never been an ounce
of proof in any
single nation
on the Earth
Strange to choose the
latter when the
former, it lasts
longer, and is
stronger, at lest
that’s how it seems to
be in every
city, every
country, every
nation, even,
on the Earth
anniversary
July 29, 2009
three years it has been,
twelve changing seasons,
and more seasoned years to come.
Haiku
July 29, 2009
A crushed an ant hole
Scatter and scurry from sight
They run to safety
haiku
July 29, 2009
muted and muggy
the world is stay puft’s
armpit.
Safe Bet
July 29, 2009
I never bet on
the sure thing.
They almost
never end up
quite right
anyway.
I’d much rather
bet on the
little guy all
the way in
the back.
See that guy?
He’s got spirit.
He probably won’t win,
but he’s got spirit.
a hundred bucks on that guy.
Fighting
July 29, 2009
Glorious combat
not so glorious
when faced with the
prospect of
Combat
Glorious Combat
The End of Western Civilization
July 28, 2009
Piece by piece we’ll fall into place
As we destroy our own human race
Erase good values, morals and saving face
They’ll all be outlawed and replaced
Needless desires to be met with haste
All virtue and patience will be disgraced
Their existence to never be retraced
the summer’s ending
July 28, 2009
the summer’s close
is drawing near
and i would like
nothing more
than to dig in my heels
and stay right here
in the glorious summer,
reminiscent of my youth,
where there is no work
and there is no time,
where responsibility
is just a word
and does not concern me,
at least for the summer,
the beautiful summer
where anything is possible.
memorial definitions
July 28, 2009
you were the kindest person
i had ever known,
and you just so happened
to also be a conniving lier,
lying to everyone
for who knows how long,
lying to yourself
to keep your self-perception focused
on the good that you did
on how you served everyone unceasingly
on how you gave openhandedly
on how you loved unabashedly
on how you always put others first;
until that one night when
for once you acted
for yourself
alone,
with a .45 to the brain.
does that change
who you were?
who you are?
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Tucker J. Collins
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David X. Hugo
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