while i do mostly try
to celebrate my weirdness
or at the very least
accept it
sometimes...
sometimes...
it's hard
it's wonderful to be unique
like snowflakes
n' shit
your idiosyncrasies may at times
land you at the top of a great mountain
peering majestically over the heavens
and earth
but just as many flakes land near the gutters
of busy streets
dirty
polluted
foul
sometimes the grace of being different
doesn't seem so graceful to those
who are
and sometimes...
sometimes...
it seems like it would be nice
to melt
away
or
blend in
to not feel out of place
to not be unique
to not be different
sometimes
it seems like it would be nice
just to be the same
Sunday, October 30, 2016
Thursday, October 27, 2016
Once Upon a Time...
there was a mouse that dreamed
of being a wolf
every feral feline throughout the forest
would quiver at the mention of him
his mere howl at the moon
echoing through the trees
would claim one
or more
of their nine lives
as their hearts raced
to a stop
instead of scurrying from hole to hole
with a colony of mice
he would walk calmly
with his pack
instead of small
he would be big
instead of being hunted
he would hunt
instead of living in fear
he would instill fear in all things living
once upon a time
there was a mouse that dreamed
but as he kept dreaming
that time passed
and it never came to be
and now the rat
between the teeth of a cat
sees how useless a dream can be
of being a wolf
every feral feline throughout the forest
would quiver at the mention of him
his mere howl at the moon
echoing through the trees
would claim one
or more
of their nine lives
as their hearts raced
to a stop
instead of scurrying from hole to hole
with a colony of mice
he would walk calmly
with his pack
instead of small
he would be big
instead of being hunted
he would hunt
instead of living in fear
he would instill fear in all things living
once upon a time
there was a mouse that dreamed
but as he kept dreaming
that time passed
and it never came to be
and now the rat
between the teeth of a cat
sees how useless a dream can be
Monday, October 24, 2016
Blood, or Ink
sit down in front of a sheet of paper
with a knife in one hand
and a pen in the other
make a promise to yourself
not to move from that sheet
until you put something down
since writer's block
is less dramatic than the blade
you will probably be able to get something
out of that fucking pen
with a knife in one hand
and a pen in the other
make a promise to yourself
not to move from that sheet
until you put something down
since writer's block
is less dramatic than the blade
you will probably be able to get something
out of that fucking pen
I Want You to Haunt Me
apparitions of kisses long destroyed
still pass like chilly mists
over my lips
you rise from the gruesome remains
of the heart you shredded
covered in blood
but as pretty
as ever
and though it was hard for me
to accept
i have
and it kills me all over again
to admit it
but
i do
it was never that i
couldn't
forget
you
it is that i
don't want to
Her Dad's Car
down the slushy streets of a late winter
we took a joyride with the windows
cracked just a bit
the air still smelled like cold
trees were backlit by twilight
and rock music crawled out of the speakers
into our ears
it was our best moment
better than the sex
we had together
better than the sex
she would have with someone else
after we got into a fight
we were like a couple of kids
driving around in her dad's car
trying to get in as many miles as
we could
before nine o'clock
before he needed it back
before our time was up
we took a joyride with the windows
cracked just a bit
the air still smelled like cold
trees were backlit by twilight
and rock music crawled out of the speakers
into our ears
it was our best moment
better than the sex
we had together
better than the sex
she would have with someone else
after we got into a fight
we were like a couple of kids
driving around in her dad's car
trying to get in as many miles as
we could
before nine o'clock
before he needed it back
before our time was up
You're Never Too Old to Start Playing with Fire
as a flame dies
you stare wistfully through a pile of embers
into a past that has burned away
and left you breathless
choking on the smoke
it feels like you're out of gas
but you still have plenty of matches
you look around
desperately at the fallen leaves
at the branch
hoping like Hell that something
anything
is flammable
you stare wistfully through a pile of embers
into a past that has burned away
and left you breathless
choking on the smoke
it feels like you're out of gas
but you still have plenty of matches
you look around
desperately at the fallen leaves
at the branch
hoping like Hell that something
anything
is flammable
After the Gig
bicycling home from a nightime gig
with the guitar on my back
only two people came to the show
so i hated myself
i didn't make a dime
so i hated myself
none of the hopes i had
ever amounted to shit
my dreams were mistakes
some drunk bitch
smoking outside a bar
comments in my direction
"that's a wreck waiting to happen."
little did she know
the wreck already
happened
with the guitar on my back
only two people came to the show
so i hated myself
i didn't make a dime
so i hated myself
none of the hopes i had
ever amounted to shit
my dreams were mistakes
some drunk bitch
smoking outside a bar
comments in my direction
"that's a wreck waiting to happen."
little did she know
the wreck already
happened
Tuesday, October 18, 2016
[her lust scented loins]
her lust scented loins
i'll never forget that smell
those long breaths of sex
i'll never forget that smell
those long breaths of sex
The Cotton Club Blues
ten years younger than i am today
i was slinging pizzas on the east side
of Milwaukee
one of my guests was an older
silver haired woman
she overheard me
singing Minnie the Moocher in the back
while i waited for her order
to be put in the window
when i brought the pizza to her table
she said she liked that a young man like me
knew that song
she told me when she was young
she used to hang out at the Cotton Club
and that for a short time
she "hung out" with Cab
"i didn't think nice girls hung out at the Cotton Club," i replied
to which she smiled
"who said i was a nice girl, honey?"
we both had a laugh
but with it
we both felt the sting of knowing
how youth passes us all by
she was young once too
smoking reefer with Cab Calloway
and probably crawling between the sheets
with him on more than one occasion
but when i met her she looked like
somebody's grandma
somebody who crocheted
watched The Weather Channel
and drank a lot of tea
a decade later
i find myself
watching The Weather Channel
and drinking a lot of tea
youth passes us all by
and when it does
all those wild nights
all those parties
all become just fond memories
the Cotton Club is gone
CBGB's is gone
hell
even that fuckin' pizza place i worked at
is gone
and someday
with my own head full of silver hair
i'll probably surprise some kid by telling them
that i was young once too
i was slinging pizzas on the east side
of Milwaukee
one of my guests was an older
silver haired woman
she overheard me
singing Minnie the Moocher in the back
while i waited for her order
to be put in the window
when i brought the pizza to her table
she said she liked that a young man like me
knew that song
she told me when she was young
she used to hang out at the Cotton Club
and that for a short time
she "hung out" with Cab
"i didn't think nice girls hung out at the Cotton Club," i replied
to which she smiled
"who said i was a nice girl, honey?"
we both had a laugh
but with it
we both felt the sting of knowing
how youth passes us all by
she was young once too
smoking reefer with Cab Calloway
and probably crawling between the sheets
with him on more than one occasion
but when i met her she looked like
somebody's grandma
somebody who crocheted
watched The Weather Channel
and drank a lot of tea
a decade later
i find myself
watching The Weather Channel
and drinking a lot of tea
youth passes us all by
and when it does
all those wild nights
all those parties
all become just fond memories
the Cotton Club is gone
CBGB's is gone
hell
even that fuckin' pizza place i worked at
is gone
and someday
with my own head full of silver hair
i'll probably surprise some kid by telling them
that i was young once too
Wednesday, October 12, 2016
The Hill
when you're going down
the momentum is compelling
to the point it almost overwhelms
you
at the bottom
you look back up
seeing a steep climb to the top
and in your exhaustion you think
"maybe i should just stay here"
but something inside
won't let you
it pushes you up from the guts
seeps into your blood like a drug
or a demon
both legs cries out in pain
and it doesn't seem right that it would
take so long to ascend
when going down was
so rapid
each step burns in each thigh
scolding embers of gravity taunting
and the whole time
there is never a second to
ask yourself if it's worth it
for some reason
it doesn't matter
even if there's almost nothing left of you
when you get there
even it kills you
and sometimes you are near certain
it will
even if you don't make it
there is something that keeps pushing
keeps screaming from the guts
keeps convincing you to keep going
because even if the hill is too steep
to live at the top
you will never rest
at the bottom
Tuesday, October 11, 2016
Goodbye, Eclipse
a man who tries to possess the moon
would understandably be called
arrogant
a man who tries to possess the sun
would rightfully be told he was
a fool
and a man who tries to possess them both
would be accused of the greatest
absurdity
but for a brief moment
this man
did exactly that
and i saw
that light and darkness
are the same
i discovered pleasures which
only exist because of danger
standing there
in a vast silhouette
it screamed at me
that love
without rage
without pain
without complete insanity...
well
that is not love
soon the moon slipped to one direction
the sun to another
and the moment
was gone
only after it had passed
was i aware of all i learned
only then did i realize
just how crazy about that eclipse
i had been
and
always
will be
-with great, and devastating love for Elise.
would understandably be called
arrogant
a man who tries to possess the sun
would rightfully be told he was
a fool
and a man who tries to possess them both
would be accused of the greatest
absurdity
but for a brief moment
this man
did exactly that
and i saw
that light and darkness
are the same
i discovered pleasures which
only exist because of danger
standing there
in a vast silhouette
it screamed at me
that love
without rage
without pain
without complete insanity...
well
that is not love
soon the moon slipped to one direction
the sun to another
and the moment
was gone
only after it had passed
was i aware of all i learned
only then did i realize
just how crazy about that eclipse
i had been
and
always
will be
-with great, and devastating love for Elise.
Monday, October 10, 2016
[trees tremble in fright]
trees tremble in fright
sharing tales that shake their leaves
lumberjack stories
sharing tales that shake their leaves
lumberjack stories
Sunday, October 9, 2016
Wanting
virginity was wanting most
what I'd never
absurdity was wanting most
what I needed
least
had
absurdity was wanting most
what I needed
least
sobriety was wanting most
what I've had too
much
serenity is not wanting
Saturday, October 8, 2016
Samantha
her name wasn't Samantha
and it wasn't Amanda
or Sara
or Brenda
or Jill
or Judy
but she did have a name
a beautiful name
and her face was beautiful
too
i wrote her poems at night
about how beautiful she was
but i never gave her those poems
and i never said a beautiful word to her
instead i cat-called her in the hallways
made lewd innuendos to her
to get a laugh
from the other
boys
the biggest laugh was when i went up to her
as she stood at her locker
and pinched her ass
she turned around and slapped me
and the other boys laughed so hard
and i laughed too
it hurt me inside
but i laughed because
it seemed like the right thing to do
manly
macho
whatever
i never won her heart
but i won some laughs
now
i could say
it was sixth grade
boys will be boys
all in good fun
whatever
but it wasn't fun for her
and it wasn't Amanda
or Sara
or Brenda
or Jill
or Judy
but she did have a name
a beautiful name
and her face was beautiful
too
i wrote her poems at night
about how beautiful she was
but i never gave her those poems
and i never said a beautiful word to her
instead i cat-called her in the hallways
made lewd innuendos to her
to get a laugh
from the other
boys
the biggest laugh was when i went up to her
as she stood at her locker
and pinched her ass
she turned around and slapped me
and the other boys laughed so hard
and i laughed too
it hurt me inside
but i laughed because
it seemed like the right thing to do
manly
macho
whatever
i never won her heart
but i won some laughs
now
i could say
it was sixth grade
boys will be boys
all in good fun
whatever
but it wasn't fun for her
Why I Talk to Myself
isolated Sunday bicycle rides
tend to compel long winded speeches
character dialogues from stories in my head
and plenty of staircase wit
i speak with the dead
but not with the living
i speak with the imaginary
but never with strangers
because there is no one else around
and i always have something to say
because it is hard for me to just
shut the fuck up
i talk to myself for many reasons
but mostly i talk to myself because
i'm a good listener
tend to compel long winded speeches
character dialogues from stories in my head
and plenty of staircase wit
i speak with the dead
but not with the living
i speak with the imaginary
but never with strangers
because there is no one else around
and i always have something to say
because it is hard for me to just
shut the fuck up
i talk to myself for many reasons
but mostly i talk to myself because
i'm a good listener
Wednesday, October 5, 2016
When the 16 Bus Turns Into a 6
voices speaking Vietnamese turn
into voices speaking Spanish
i think of all the languages i don't
understand
suddenly
i hear two men talking about sports
in English
and
again
i have no idea what they are saying
into voices speaking Spanish
i think of all the languages i don't
understand
suddenly
i hear two men talking about sports
in English
and
again
i have no idea what they are saying
Tuesday, October 4, 2016
Monday, October 3, 2016
Cathy's Funeral
she was always running late for work
no matter what the job was
or what time she started
yelling at me and my brother
from the bathroom
with a curling iron
in her hair
"if you two would pick up after yourselves
I wouldn't be late all the time!"
we could never figure out how
our rooms being a mess
so consistently impacted
her time frame
as a family
we were late for most things
important school functions
any big holiday gathering
weddings
wedding rehearsals
wedding receptions
and funerals
every time
it had something to do
with our untidy rooms
now
i am almost 40
live in my own apartment
in another city
in another state
but when i heard that my mom had passed
within five minutes i found myself
picking up the place
because
subconsciously
i don't wanna feel responsible
just in case she is
late for her own funeral
no matter what the job was
or what time she started
yelling at me and my brother
from the bathroom
with a curling iron
in her hair
"if you two would pick up after yourselves
I wouldn't be late all the time!"
we could never figure out how
our rooms being a mess
so consistently impacted
her time frame
as a family
we were late for most things
important school functions
any big holiday gathering
weddings
wedding rehearsals
wedding receptions
and funerals
every time
it had something to do
with our untidy rooms
now
i am almost 40
live in my own apartment
in another city
in another state
but when i heard that my mom had passed
within five minutes i found myself
picking up the place
because
subconsciously
i don't wanna feel responsible
just in case she is
late for her own funeral
Sunday, October 2, 2016
The Most Important Part of the Poem
that moment
right after you've finished reading
when the mind gets to digest
and what Jeffers referred to as
"The honey of peace"
lingers on the tongue
on your breath
the sweet aftertaste of language
bits of metaphors caught between the teeth
and small drops of verse rested on the corners
of your mouth
you don't wipe it away
but somehow it still disappears
so you flip the page and devour another
chewing some of the lines
and swallowing others whole
hoping that it makes you full
and keeps you hungry
all at once
each bite bringing you closer to the next
closer to a clean plate
closer to the poet
closer to yourself
closer to that feeling
the one that is supposed to happen
right
about...
right after you've finished reading
when the mind gets to digest
and what Jeffers referred to as
"The honey of peace"
lingers on the tongue
on your breath
the sweet aftertaste of language
bits of metaphors caught between the teeth
and small drops of verse rested on the corners
of your mouth
you don't wipe it away
but somehow it still disappears
so you flip the page and devour another
chewing some of the lines
and swallowing others whole
hoping that it makes you full
and keeps you hungry
all at once
each bite bringing you closer to the next
closer to a clean plate
closer to the poet
closer to yourself
closer to that feeling
the one that is supposed to happen
right
about...
"If This Is My Last Poem..."
the first line wrapped itself around his neck
a quickly tightened noose
to take his breath away
a second stanza slashed down his wrist
like a cold razor blade of verse
and his blood felt cold
too
without rhyme
reason
or meter
he held his pen
as if it were a pistol
against his temple
this was it
the one that would kill him
but he wasn't sad
and he wasn't scared
in fact
he was relieved
"If this is my last poem,"
he thought,
"at least it's a short one."
She's a Drum Set
built-in pyrotechnics
the stage explodes
in spectacular light show
fireworks blasting every which way
an entire audience goes up in flame
and if another instrument gets close
it melts
cover your ears
cover your eyes
unless
you can keep a beat
and keep a fire extinguisher handy
'cause this fuckin' girl is
bangin' hot!
the stage explodes
in spectacular light show
fireworks blasting every which way
an entire audience goes up in flame
and if another instrument gets close
it melts
cover your ears
cover your eyes
unless
you can keep a beat
and keep a fire extinguisher handy
'cause this fuckin' girl is
bangin' hot!
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