October 20, 2016 § Leave a comment
We are condemned to this time in history
Greed is our God on high.
Glittering gold statues in our fists
Idols of accomplishments of status
Violence in our eyes and in our teeth
Gnashing them at one another
Mother Earth becoming more disgruntled
Human children wasting and abusing her
Love, now the last four letter taboo
Constant condemnation of each other
With nothing to accrue.
The good fight for life,
Now, denial of the eminence
And virtue of death.
Multiplicity so out of control
We condemn the mouths we save
Like gaping beaks of chicks, to feed
And food, our greatest nemesis.
Slaves again named lazy
Great leaders named as crazies
Hope, another four letter profanity
Faith, with only equal parts of trust, fear, and animosity.
October 20, 2016 § Leave a comment
Carry an old woman’s groceries across the cross walkTell a funny joke to make a dower girl beam
Treat a person of color like beloved royalty
Hold the door for anyone you trail in your wake
Escort an immigrant beyond the authority
Assist the authority when they treat you with respect
Love without expectations
Feed those without food
Clothe those without clothing
Look into her eyes, not her blouse
Kiss with passion and affirm your intentions
Answer, specifically, nonsensical inquiries
Remind yourself that you are a miracle
Remind those you love that you’re better because of them
Take less than you make
Strive to be more true to your word
Know that intelligence and awareness are different assets
Know that not all of this is possible at all times
We are all each other
Reserve blame and let it change to understanding
Know that words are the product of humankind’s grappling with complex ideals, problems, beliefs, and philosophies
Strive to commend
Try not to condemn
Life a life of purpose
Assure the ones you love that you are better because of them
Assure them you are in no way better than any one one of them
Speak with softness and clarity
Defend yourself against your own disparity
Believe that often failure is its own success
Be sensitive and honest
October 17, 2016 § Leave a comment
She was head on
In strut made of spandex
Pink and pain full
We had ten years plus
Since the shovel.
I could have given all my soul
For the woman,
And maybe I had.
She had a way that calmed
The cryonic wave inside me.
I saved a side of me.
But that side, I let cave and freeze
She kept it and left to rot under the bed
She had built by an old husband
Of her sister,
And like her other old go to’s,
I Boiled in the cistern.
I’m that dog without a home
And I debeu like
An actor without a script,
And have only my own
Cacophony of verbiage
September 6, 2016 § Leave a comment
The morning offense ascends and bites with shards through stock loose aluminum blinds.
My thoughts stutter like a beached seal on parched sand, aching to swim in micro brew and dirt cheep wine.Another call from the therapist, and messages of loosely intentional threats.
Plastic amber bottles, empty as their glass compatriots on a bed stand covered with dust and Advil PM boxes.
Never a bar till four, so Fry’s for tiny inebriants and smokes and a guy off Prince for a dime score.
Wife in a thread to the parents five days before, still digging in my head from the iPad on the floor.
Set fire to a lot last night, like the thought that long hauls rattled on with out a text riddled fist fight.
Set fire to the line to a sweet girl I thought wanted nothing more than a fistful of compliments, but wanted rather to score.
Set fire to a lifetime of pandering, finally conspired to demanding more than silence as I’d resigned to take before.
Set fire to the uniform. Taking on a lover little more than a palindrome. Same way backwards and forward. Vacant forum.
But I didn’t set fire to the fulcrum. Five o’clock. There’s always someone drinking at the Bucket. So I go, like another desertion.
August 1, 2016 § Leave a comment
Coral had a sanguine complexion. All freckled to perfection. Green toned runestone eyes speckled with rust and gold. Skin like royal blood stained alabaster. Hair the color of flames burning furious through a storm, lay across her eyes, silken dulcet reflection. Through those jagged bangs, she would hunt me like a panther, with those rune stone spectacles.
July 4, 2016 § Leave a comment
PFC Monty stood swaying underneath the waning moonlight. Thin cloud like razors of cigarette smoke slid across the sky, indecisively dividing and inviting the light.Southern Comfort wasn’t letting him down. He stared at the reflector of that some damn Nissan Frontier that was parked there every day since the day he’d arrived. He stared into and swayed towards it, watching the light eclipse as his eyes declined.
He didn’t wake up when he was dragged upstairs.
He didn’t recall fishing for his keys.
Vividly remembering the three month old baby on the autopsy table, and the sounds of the water against the brushed steel, and how it didn’t smell like an adult smelled.
He recalled throwing up off the railing, that next day, late for formation.
He recalled being kicked in the head by his roommate, lying on the floor, too destructed to move yet, and waking up at four AM for two hours in the rack. The sweet malt of southern comfort bile in the back of his throat.
July 3, 2016 § Leave a comment
I always kind of hated her. I mean, I loved her, yeah, periodically. But honestly I always kind of hated her a little.
She was the girl, the one too young, silly little fairie, nothing really poignant to say. But sweet, silken genuine golden hair, wide blue eyes that took everything in. A scandal waiting on her lips. There she was, the right kind of girl at the wrong time. I had a kismet Mormon in the wings. I believed I had that Mormon girl, just waiting in the wings, if I could get to her.
I never could quite get to her. Maybe neither.