Must Must Must
pay insurance for car
pay rent for apartment
go to san antonio to see pop
write more group poems
memorize yet to be written group poems
keep working for money to pay insurance for car
keep working for money to pay rent
sell poetry CD's
buy ak-47 his moleskin
read Middlesex
read Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao
read Path of Minor Planets
do laundry
change underwear by tomorrow
find a laptop and buy it
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
beene-beene
The natives remember faces
They see yours at morning and mine in the middle of dreams
With wisdom dispersed at the bottom of feet
the ground becomes a sacred place
walking through tested soil,
forgotten blood wakes in the arms of the warrior
and they remember him too
a brilliant mind,
whose thoughts couldn't outweigh death
they don't forget a face
ancient rituals run along with the children
and whisper things innocence will never know
I watch time sleep in their eyes
wisdom slips in the cracks of open hands
the elders look like god before god looked like himself
they tell us things life won't
ounces of advice pound into the rhythm of my heart
and the beat becomes a being of its own
They see yours at morning and mine in the middle of dreams
With wisdom dispersed at the bottom of feet
the ground becomes a sacred place
walking through tested soil,
forgotten blood wakes in the arms of the warrior
and they remember him too
a brilliant mind,
whose thoughts couldn't outweigh death
they don't forget a face
ancient rituals run along with the children
and whisper things innocence will never know
I watch time sleep in their eyes
wisdom slips in the cracks of open hands
the elders look like god before god looked like himself
they tell us things life won't
ounces of advice pound into the rhythm of my heart
and the beat becomes a being of its own
stay here
A dreary wind knocks against me
the sound interrupts the flow of time
and my skin doesn't like the bruise it leaves
I try to walk around it
but my feet grow into stones
and I turn back into a little boy
the bravery those sunsets gave me go away
before the grass gives me a chance to run through its hair
the trees speak an unknown language
and I can hear the branches whistle
everything is so new and nothing is known
I stay still because moving means I am ready
but my heart has a broken gate and it isn't safe to travel today
especially today,
the girl next door saw me watching her dance
and I could not hear the music she breathed with
so I turned my back and ran into the field I had forgotten
there, I remembered what she looked like
her legs walked through my throat
where I could taste her shadows on the tip of my tongue
but I held my breath,
knowing that when I exhaled she would be gone
I opened my hands and wrote her name in the dirt
so the earth would always remember her too
the sound interrupts the flow of time
and my skin doesn't like the bruise it leaves
I try to walk around it
but my feet grow into stones
and I turn back into a little boy
the bravery those sunsets gave me go away
before the grass gives me a chance to run through its hair
the trees speak an unknown language
and I can hear the branches whistle
everything is so new and nothing is known
I stay still because moving means I am ready
but my heart has a broken gate and it isn't safe to travel today
especially today,
the girl next door saw me watching her dance
and I could not hear the music she breathed with
so I turned my back and ran into the field I had forgotten
there, I remembered what she looked like
her legs walked through my throat
where I could taste her shadows on the tip of my tongue
but I held my breath,
knowing that when I exhaled she would be gone
I opened my hands and wrote her name in the dirt
so the earth would always remember her too
Traffic Toe Jams
Driving to work this morning, I realized human beings are nothing short of good-looking robots. Functional machinery operational through specified fuel.
What's your poison?
Whatever tickles your fancy there is a needle for it, and you can inject it into your system (metaphorically and literally) as if blood and air were not the necessary requirements to living. Coffee, cigarettes, music, blueberry muffins, tv shows about midgets, vampires, food, and poetry. We're just a couple of robots getting our kicks from here and there.
People will always be just that: people. I guess there's nothing anybody can really do but to be a robot. I mean you got this guy eating Mcdees like there were willy wonka's golden ticket hidden at the bottom of the bag, this chick talking on her phone while doing her make up....and driving, and then there's this schmo who blows his cigarette smoke out of his window and into the air.
Oh I see...you don't want the smell of smoke in your car because it bothers you? Yet you continue to smoke...and put the seconhand toxins into everybody's air.
Coooooooool guy, let's high five.
Anywho, the world is a wily window with weird and whimsical occupants.
P.S.
sup blogger
What's your poison?
Whatever tickles your fancy there is a needle for it, and you can inject it into your system (metaphorically and literally) as if blood and air were not the necessary requirements to living. Coffee, cigarettes, music, blueberry muffins, tv shows about midgets, vampires, food, and poetry. We're just a couple of robots getting our kicks from here and there.
People will always be just that: people. I guess there's nothing anybody can really do but to be a robot. I mean you got this guy eating Mcdees like there were willy wonka's golden ticket hidden at the bottom of the bag, this chick talking on her phone while doing her make up....and driving, and then there's this schmo who blows his cigarette smoke out of his window and into the air.
Oh I see...you don't want the smell of smoke in your car because it bothers you? Yet you continue to smoke...and put the seconhand toxins into everybody's air.
Coooooooool guy, let's high five.
Anywho, the world is a wily window with weird and whimsical occupants.
P.S.
sup blogger
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)