the world's most terrifying landlady kicks the bucket

We today
determine one thing:
value of life

touching on
traumatic life

the jurors to see
through her eyes

"You have heard of the despair
the anger

would you want that to happen to yourself
Would you want that to happen to your children

believe there is
reason for us to be
here on earth

somehow enhance
humanity, to love, to
touch each other
to breathe easier because you have lived

testify for Dorothea Puente

understand why so many people testified and asked
to spare Dorthea's life
if you have ever fallen
down and stumbled on the road
of life and had
someone pick you up
give you comfort
give you love

understand why these people believe
life is worth saving

human quality
deserves to be
preserved. It is a flame
of humanity that
Dorthea since she was

That is reason to give
life without the
possibility of parole


if I could recycle lives, I wouldn't do it at all

a shift in bodegas
where I learned
how to gamble
and drink beer

elias the general
manager ­­–
rotund hairy
worked late nights

elias and I were

we drank beer
in the back
and smoked
cigarettes in
the front after
drinking beer
in the back

we were pretty
good friends

he told me
'I never learned
how to swim'
and took a
drag from his
menthol cigarette

I shrugged and
said 'you
have time
just take a night
off or something
and we can go to
a pool'

we agreed that
was a good idea

he went back inside
and I left with
his pack of cigarettes
in my hand

the next morning
I woke up
and got dressed
and went to
say 'hi' to elias
because I am a
good friend

I biked five miles
to find out his store was
roped off
and I learned that
elias was shot
in the face by a
pistol and crashed
backwards onto
cigarette cartons
that we planned to
steal one day


dirty fingers cause infections (part 4/7)

the faces of the
faceless haunt
my dreams:

floating face-
the bloated

frozen in mid-
clap drowning
in happiness

'memories amid
debris and rubble­

coated with mud
a photo album lies'
caked with nameless


i submitted this to some poetry magazine but i haven't heard back yet

laundry blanket the ground like leaves
untouched refuse hides beneath the bed
  burnt coffee
  wet cigarette drags

sleep-tossed hair biting dusty air
rosy cheeks kissing chest
  holding arms
  entangled vines

sweet assortment of nouns
  floating in the air
  lingering caressing exfoliating
drinking sweat and speculating

              cocaine drips from the blizzard sky
            coconuts thump within radiators
            bananas blemish and peel itself

  covetous guilt looms like jury duty
gratuitous gifts left forgotten
closed behind locked iron gates
buried deep unhinged memories

faded tombstones tower over piled laundry
  soiled leaves scattered
damp rustic chasms unabridged itineraries
damaged values incoherent spectral lovers

                                    leaves float on water
                                    leaves float on water

packaged cartons bleed
woolen beasts contemplate suicide
kick undevoured frightwalkers
under the influence of fresh burnt coffee
  dragging wet cigarette cones
finger-stench resonate on gloves

western landscapes stash candles under beds
rolling landscapes picturesque voyeurs
stained glass block eyes
scratch out bloody and pinpricked toes
              laundry blanket the ground like leaves


this happened in june a long time ago and it still makes me mad

vinny chin
chinny vin
vincent chin

            it was
back when he was twenty-

four blows
  to his yellow
  head landed                                     square
            fucking his brain

                                                "it's because of you
little motherfuckers that
            out of work"

fuck you motherfucker
they said to
            as if they knew he fucked mothers

                        in mcdonalds ­–
imagine –
how would you finish a big mac

  red bat dusty
red louisville

kentucky red
            vinny's crown

motherfucker vincent
blue collar chinese american motherfucker
            lying on grease tiles             serving billions

trillions of french cut potatoes
trillions of dying cells
billions of hamburgers served
billions of neurons killed

two men killed one man
because of jobs
two white men killed one asian man

because of jobs

grab vincent by the shoulders
                        hold him down and with
                        four swift strokes end
                        his life as if it will stimulate
                        the economy

is that how the world will
come to be –

it's not fair
he whispered
rolling back cells
counting down the lives

droning comatose


gchat Series 1.3

To: Jason Koh
me: bro
where are you
why don't you talk 2 me
i love you bro
frankly my bro i don't give a damn, bro
I have this feeling bro that we're not in kansas anymore bro