we watch in horror and disgust
as vultures gather on our pristine white cement streets
and clean for us the things we find
untouchable

and then we carrion
OUR lives as though
we’re much better

Sometimes Nature laughs
With us, sometimes it’s because
We are so silly

simmering he looks up to his father’s crooked teeth

bounce as the world is explained

“two wrongs don’t make a right”

fixing his tie, the boy pays enough attention for the both

“you’re too mature to intimidate [your] obedience”

gathering the newspaper for the trash, startles the pet out the room

“and wise enough to empathize why you’ve been wronged”

brushing aside final drafts proudly makes room for robes of black

                                                                                or was it cloth of white?

standing up and seeming cheap the boy finds his way through his clumsy eyes

and away from home.

he knew that feelings were all that were important–

they are all that can be honest

always right

and forgetting hypocrisy and humility a cheek rises in effort to know that ignorance is all that can be accused

that stopping there is all that can be wrong

Tomorrow I go fishing with my in-laws
which wasn’t in the marriage by-laws
but may not be so bad,
because at least there’ll be:
pipe tobacco
and
beer.

The thunder woke me up this morning,
rolling, shaking, stirring,
the kind of thunder that reverberates
through the body, through the soul.
Not Garth Brooks’ thunder either!
No, this was T.S. Eliot’s thunder,
thunder that speaks the words of God,
that speaks of salvation.

The thunder is passed now,
and the feeling grown faint;
the sun is out, birds are singing,
the world seems joyful;
the world except for I,
who hopes to hear the thunder
again, to hear God again.

books of joy
books of mystery and fear
books which make your heart leap
there are books for crying
and books for murdering
and even books for bombs
some books can answer all the questions of life
and some books are just plain stupid
people get published with bland
plain
painful
sorry
terrible
writing
(and some publish themselves)

but i think, one book.
maybe 90 pages
on the merit of jello
in the workplace
would be worth
1000 words.

Outside the bar club, the violent youth wait
for sneakers and boots to find their target
between a kid’s ribcage.
Someone should have told the kid
getting smashed to pieces
not to live like a mollusk with the skeleton on the outside.
This is not a place for the weak,
the muscle is holly, the muscle is king,
and the fragile, the hero die young.

Mostly taking sun

In some huge, heaping gulps

In between cave-time.

lack of sleep hit the fan
things that fade
then re-awake
and keep you from that glorious state
of

who am i
where am i
why on earth did you decide to wake me?

Wind flinging water

Sideways and arm-like branches

Wave goodbye to Spring.

I cleaned out my office today,
Putting all my paraphernalia away;
Taking everything off my wall,
Including the poster in the hall.

And as I regarded my state property stapler,
All I wanted was to steal it;
But I resisted the urge as shit,
Choosing to keep my soul in-tact.

While I do love my family,
After a long weekend of togetherness,
I love it more when they go away,
Even if it is on Mother’s Day.

Before I die I hope to write words,
brilliant words, simple words
that move, elate, contort , extort heart,body and soul.
Cerebral, skin deep words, magical words,
ship-like carrying on into this metropolis, country, galaxy
like a new breath binding the soul to the crisp page.
blue effervescent words eliciting a bit of mirth and reverie.
trenchant, hip words, biting, slick words for the world to bleed or lick.
Then only then will I be able to justify my long existence
while he, she, sublime creature lived one minute and passed away the next.

i chase same sun

            to work

            to home

i gaze certain stars

            at peace

            at leisure

i absorb pain, i imagine pride

                        overlook worthwhile fits

 

the donut fulfills
every hidden desire
of le roger mugs

the circle represents the relationship
will last forever
one continuous piece of dough
the purity of which
shares
the couple’s pure love
respect
care
for one another

do you roger
take this donut
to fulfill your every desire?

and do you donut
take this roger
in sickness and in health?
in the morning and in the evening?
after cereal and after fajitas?

what chocolate could
never begin to compare
old fashioned plain glazed

conformity is what i do
to people who annoy me
always will be shunned at the expense
of a few extra hundred dollars
would buy exactly what i need
is a new attitude to slap people
dancing sporadically through
the few small years of my youth
passion was baseball which now
i can hardly begin to comprehend
rocket science you must read books

whew.
outta hold you over.