mingle

I look at people;

    wonder about their shoes

    judge them on their phones

I once stole a pack of gum

    my brother dared me to

    and I got smacked by the cashier

now I wonder what shoes the

    cashier was wearing or

    what phone she had

this is what a deaf person hears all year

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here it comes

We are here drunk

            in the USA

            like another lifetime ago,

spewing nonsense about

            weather – politics – and

            fashion – and – parenting

Women fight men on the

            lamp lit lanes

            of Murray Hill

I can’t see anything

            but pixilated dust

            just looming above me –

Women fight each other on the

            corner of Lex and 6^th

            and it happens on TV

No one comes to stop them –

            we’re all watching

            on technicolor television

We are drunk, drunk as hell

            in the USA

            and no one cares about yesterday.

you’ve faded away with your fair share of abuse

Horns blare just beyond the HORIZON as

the buzzed kittens stir BENEATH

my kitchen table.

– never feed your kittens barbiturates

when you don’t want them

they’ll yowl and eat your carpet –

I experience heart failure at

the SUDDEN white noise

and is overcome by blackness.

The invisible birds come to

take me AWAY and all I

can think of is:

WHO will take care of my high kittens?

casket

tremors ran down the length of my back as I claw myself deranged – alone desperate suffocating surrounded in darkness I breakdown and choke on the tears from my eyes – rope around my arms I hope to move it around – clanging of metal reverberates around my head but yet – I am overcome with fear and questions why – why I am here and why my mother decided to bury me alive.

Allegro Movement in D Minor

It moves,

            a conductor

                        of symphonies

Seamlessly transitioning

            movements with

                        effortless precision

Condoning all laws of physics –

            beauty

                        full

the beatles had once ruled the world and named lennon as prophet

will I learn something

  so valuable that

  I manage to do the world some good?

  everyday people,

  everyday people - normal average joes and janes

  they don't - no

  they won't ever

  make an impact in this enormous world –

  this 252 million cubic kilograms of air-nitrogen-carbon dioxide or whatever

everyone believes

  that we are on this planet

  for a reason whether it may be

good

  or

    bad

  but

no,

we are all just pawns

on this earth until something - wait,

someone great

someone who encompasses

all knowledge and is

understanding of everyone's plight has come to be

life may not make much sense right now,

but wait

just wait, after all, life is a waiting game

you wait until you take your exams

you wait to meet your soulmate

you wait to die

it's the truth

truth is,

truth is,

truth is a,

truth is a long flowing river down the mississipi river valley going at 12.9 knots per nautical mile – no - truth is a luxury item - it's not a necessity - you can live without it, but you can also live with it - will the truth still change your perception of time? absolutely not - time is a constant - a constant bereavement of the ever changing world - the world that doesn't stand fucking still.

bug

He fell –

            He fell into this

    dissociating myelitic pain,

couldn’t breathe couldn’t

move just cried all

day and night ‘till now –

He’s resolved: determined

interrogated himself –

are You ready?

His suffocating loneliness

  source of this myoclonic jump

at any social conventions

wreaking desperation –

  invasive social lesions

functions as a strong predictor of failure,

reminiscent of myasthenia

He can’t help but sit down

and hang his head in shame.

you’re the biggest loss to mankind (mass)”

DISEASED RANK SOCIETY

DISPENSING FALSE QUESTS

  deliver me from evil.

pause pause PAUSE:

  stop – go.

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OUR FANCY FANTASY

  contributing to this
DISCREDITED MYSTERY

shallow images in

  shallow moving waters

DON’T DROWN IN THE DEEP END.

life forebears departure

  and I CRY MERCY

to stop this misleading journey.

photographic deja vu

kipling was a fan

  not an avid fan

but a fan nonetheless

monochrome technicolor

  hand-painted Japanese

Adolfo Farsari

capturing moments

 eras ago

  such splendor

  sephia chronochrome

prints in studio back

  in 1880

vivid representations of

  color and culture;

bygone world

quantative like

four scores and like, seven years

ago our fathers like brought forth

upon this like continent a new

nation conceived in Liberty and like

dedicated to the proposition that like

all men are created equal.

like are you listening to me?

            whatever

now we are engaged in like

a great Civil War like testing

whether that nation or like any

nation so like conceived or something

and like so dedicated can long

endure. We are like met here

on like a great battlefield of

like that war and some stuff.

Basically like we won the war

on slaves I think and like

these dead shall have life not

died in vain like that this

nation shall have like a new birth

of like freedom and this government

of like the people, by the

people, and like for the people

like shall not perish from the

earth or something cool you know?

it isn't anything at all

we lay in bed;

            waiting.

waiting for it – just waiting

            to come

and while waiting, we

            talked about places

places we’ll go and places

            we’ve gone

and the future and our

            dreams and wishes –

it slowly crept up, on

            me and you

it covered our body

            head to toe

rather, toe to head

            and it began

to create such a racket

            in my head

but at the same time I

felt so good so good

maybe too good like nothing

bad was every going to

happen, what I don’t know

I tried to stand up

but all I could do was

stumble and fall back to

where I once had lay

so I looked at my partner

and she was drooling and

in between orgasms and shock

or something spooky like that

colors converged on top of

me and I felt the weight

of each individual colors and

black was the heaviest of all

I tried and tried but I

couldn’t breathe for the life

of me black suffocated me

all I wanted was life

help help help me

please anyone oh god

is all I thought

but then my partner

rolled on my paralyzed arm

            and drooled on me

breaking me from my

            thoughts

her glazed over eyes looked over

            at me

and she came over to me to

            suck life out from my lips

and I saw my soul eject

before my eyes and circled

around the two of us and

it went back in me

thoughts raced in my head

is this how dying starts

how much could a woodchuck

fuck if it could fuck

was this a dream all

I wanted was an answer

to comfort me to dispel

these thoughts of death away

but this specter spooked me

that I gained mobility of

my arms and my legs

but the world crashed down

down down down on me

am I dead am I dying

is this what heaven feels

like or something totally different

I crawled over where the

sliding doors were and opened

them and crawled on to the

veranda set eight stories high

blast of wind hit my face

I am total derange now

speak in             rhythms            or                         rhyme

out            out on city floor

crying heard

back inside

muffled under

 angry                          angry               wind

blowing in                     ear           face         eyes

and I screamed  out  below

nothing could stop

                        me now.

this is what mitteleuropa caused

enchanting interludes pause

  before the verse –

  wait

systems and habits and maxims

  and opinions and prejudiced

  nations

all belt out a single uniting

  word that can be heard around

  the world

wait –

  enchanting interludes

  pause before the verse,

perceptions are least studied

  and applied it does not

  belong

here, like classes and methods

  and ethical cleansing

  but

wait –

  enchanting interludes pause

  before the verse

can you hear it? the call

  of the wicked

  it

calls for your mind, dispossesses

  our thought and our sense of

  “US”

“where do you belong”

  it asks snarling and about to

  lunge

it takes a strong hold

  admitted the principles without

  inquiry

obliged to accept in like

  a manner a great number of

  truths

but here you are

  exercising your

  mind

questioning its conditions

  and its ambitions and its

  collections

unable to collect

  unable to cohere unable to

  correspond

so free yourself

  free yourself from these

  chains

free yourself now go

  enchanting interludes

  played beyond the verse

there's a rancid taste in my mouth

Men are bound no longer by ideas

but by interests.

So tell me –

            would you survive without

the internet? Or

            your blackberry?

What about money,

            after all it’s what makes

the world go around

            and around.

Are you interested?

            Are you ready?

entrenched

in moments
of insipid awe,

we gather

  all

indispensable ideas and

thoughts -

read from mysterious

  tomes

from lands afar.

this fermentation of knowledge:

it is

  our

natural barrier

to heaven.

davy crockett

did you guys hear?
  davy crockett coldcocked a bear!

the bear was being bullish towards his bear wife
  so crockett calmly stepped out

pointed to the bear and bellowed
  "bitch!"

you should've seen the surprised
  look on bear's face!

crockett threw a crooked punch
  hit bear square on the jowls

down bear went, bowling over boulder tables
  head first on to the floor

goddamn that crockett -rocket punch
  knocks bears down and panties too

fluffy duck butt

Mother, mother I was in
  a pit of despair! It
  was awful - so dark
  and depressing

I wanted nothing but
  out. I am here today
  thanks to my good
  friend, duck. Duck
 
please say hello to
  my mother, Siamese.
  Mother, this is Duck,
  Duck saved my life!

Duck told me stories
  about the misty lagoons
  of Yorkshire and the
  ancient turtles that inhabit

it. I was so entranced by
  his tales that I had to go
  see it! When I arrived in
  Yorkshire, I was immediately

mugged and I was shot
  twelve times in the same
  place and Duck had borrowed
  two hundred pounds from me

and I had no idea!

this is what she said (sort of)

I like that it's
    short

That's what makes it
    good

Maybe that's why we
    gel

Like peanut butter and
    jam

Or lemon rinds and
    shrimp

Or that stupid line from that stupid movie,
    Juno

"You are the cheese to my macaro -
    ni"

What a lame way to say you're
    cheap

flamboyant friskers

Right meow
  the sun set on the
  flaming cat

The world was quite
  alright with this
  image.

Leipzig to Warsaw

We blaze

past old buildings –

an unforgettable

scar

of history. The sun

rises

in the East

and I wonder,

what is my name?
What is the name

that people call

old things

they have no need

for? Whatever it

is,

it used to bring

happiness

and joy –

but today,

shame.

jonathan connor's death note

While the world did nothing,

            I tried to survive.

Scraping a living by

            scraping gum off for a dime.

I tried to end it all –

            almost robbed a bank,

but I was afraid –

            for myself and of you.

What would you think of me,

            reduced to this crime

all I wanted from life

            was to be together – you and I.

But maybe you’ll see me

            on the local news,

and you’ll remember something

            that you never gave me:

a chance to be with you.

as i waved hello in the face of a dying bear (revision)

baby beatniks brush by burroughs
  king ken kesey kicks kaiser kerouac
  jolly ginsberg attempts necrophilia
    and monitors with monikers
      convey communist thought

baby baby red faced lacy lover,
  eclectic taste, promiscuous style
  moments of unholy union she deposits in the mind
but jolly ginsberg prefers to prod her

  and king ken kesey still kicks kerouac
  while beatniks beat burroughs
    64,928 times

dodos infest ginsberg's thoughts -
  compels him to write 'howl'
kerouac and burroughs make man-love
sharing the sun and the fun while
  ginsberg still writes 'howl'
  with dodos on his mind.

get high get high get high
get high geth igh geth igh
gethi gh gethi gh gethi gh
gethig h gethig h gethig h
gethigh gethigh gethigh gethigh
gethighgethighgethighgethigh
  jack writes 'on the road',
  bill composes 'naked lunch'

  even allen finishes ‘howl’

andtheyweresohappytheyfinished

butsoonlikeallgoodthingsonearth
they came down, came down...
  caaame down, caaaame down,
    dawdle.

oreo, the ordinary, ordinal bear

Hello,

I am a bear;

  I steal stuff from coolers

I like to walk naked

  through the woods

  and I totally enjoy it

Around noon everyday (unless the sky is crying)

  I sit in my river and

  watch the water wrigglers

  nip at my dirt caked feet

At night I climb up

  my fav-o-rite tree and

  wonder why I don’t have a thumb –

    if I did,

    I would play gameboy all day

Last year, around Christmastime

  I overheard a moose

    crying

  as it rubbed itself

  on my fav-o-rite tree –

  I was scared

I like to sit

  on picnic tables

  and wonder why

  moose cry during

  wet nights;

  I hope to console

  that crying moose one day

Sometimes I see bright

  colors in the distance

  in the open field by

  my latrine and I like

  to observe the colors as

  I do my business
  and I'm afraid that
  something may smell it.

When it rains, I
  lie down next to my
  fav-o-rite tree and
  pretend that I am a worm
  crawling through the
  mud. I try eating the
  dirt but it tastes like
  the droppings from the
  little spiny things.

Last night, I was awake
  watching the twinkles in the sky
  when I heard moose cry again -
  I was ready this time
  so I climbed down from
  my fav-o-rite tree and tried to
  put my arms around moose's neck...
  The last thing I saw was a leathery nostril
  glimmering in the soft light as
  moose headbutted me.

wave of mutilation

He silently cracked

            open the porch door

And ushered me

            outside under the stars

Like how you

            crack open a window

To clear the

            air after you pass.

We held hands

            and felt the night

Air touch our

            open wounds from today.

The night was

            fooled by the stars

Spitting their light

            on our naked bodies.

there is no numerical connotation behind your train of thought

All day I think about Words.

  I eat bacons of Words

  and dive through black holes of Words.

One morning I ate a whole jar of habaneros

  and smeared wax on my eyelids

  and smoked a quarter of hash.

All night I think about Words.

  I’m lying on a bed of Words

  and count the Words in a dictionary.

One evening I drank a whole bottle of eggnog

  and walked for hours with my son

  in a white suit and a black tie.

All my life, I’ve thought about Words.

  Words of comfort, Words of wisdom, but most of all

  Words that will humiliate and cripple you. 

when the whippoorwill cries at dawn

leaves pepper the ground and the lake

  the leaves are floating a little.

she had worked three jobs

  three dead-end jobs.

she spent her money on her baby

  and her deadbeat husband.

never spent anything for herself

  but she still worked three dead-end jobs.

her husband never touched her

  only took the money to the bar.

all the patrons took pity on her

  and her two year old baby.

they had moved from troy montana to cascade idaho

  in search of an honest life.

she lost her jobs one by one

  when she stopped coming to work.

‘where’s isabel?’

  ‘i’m sorry, who?’

he placed her in a lake

  where the maple trees grow five stories high

the leaves are floating a little

  she is floating a little.

hands&bones: I once had a lovely time

this was that time –

  the time we saw a movie.

we drove there at night

  almost 10 o’clock.

we sat in the back up against a wall

  we made faces at each other and held hands.

‘this movie sucks’

  ‘let’s stay a little longer’

we endured for another ten minutes

  but it was worth it being there together.

now as I watch you lowered into the ground

  I can’t help but wonder

If you’d be waking at 9am for work if we left then and there

  or if we’d be making faces and holding hands till the movie ended.

aaaa

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OXFORD_STYLES

For over 100 years
  I've loved mason jars
  and mountains of clotheslines.

I've brought you closer to
  the moonrivers while
  running through the forest.

Now, with over 700 jars
  collected over the period
  of my long life

I finally have
  a migraine -
  I'm out xoxo

Floo Powder

Your personal portal
  powdered purple
    or is it a person?

Don't be ridiculous!
  A person portal would
    teleport everywhere

only if they touch themselves...
  My personal portal?
    Pretty pink pony.

Resistance

It could be wrong
  for me to start breaking souls
    but unfortunately for you I've stopped.

A congealing of resistance
  a harrowing experience to escape
    protesters and commentators.

dutiful, bountiful nature

You're the king of nature,
  a ruler of the finite
    yet infinite.

I don't belong anywhere,
  but I am here with you
    unable to escape.

Like the plugs of a cord
  I am attached to you
    the ultra being.

jewish excursions

It's a strange courage
  she wrote
    to seek out one's heritage
amidst the ruins of Poland

leaves (quatrain form)

a
blanket
of
leaves

covered
my
body
and

I
could
sleep
at
last

you may think you know everything

here is a
neat trick:
ka-boom!