"Quatorzain for the Little Brown Guy" ~ 2015 11 16

the little brown guy was neither little

nor brown nor even really just some guy

some guy who could fix your leaky faucet

who could teach you how to parallel park

who could post bail when you’re in the drunk tank

who could dispose of the body you killed

some guy you don’t introduce to mother

the little brown guy was not just some guy

some guy who would drive you to the airport

who would loan you 10K without interest

who would smother your mother for your debts

who would cut off your ears to prove a point

some guy your father wouldn’t approve of

the little brown guy was just not this guy

"the rub : imparting music to our ears" ~ 2015 11 23

sugar melts bittersweet in black coffee
lets sorrow lie dormant as sleeping dogs
erratically paw and whimper bad dreams
erotically unsheathe erect puppy
perturbations pulsating tumescent
in full display flanks set wide nothing sags
nothing to hide the cool air fans at drones
gliding as detritus floats through the air

switch off the lights at sunrise the distant
orb blazes magically as if demand
required immediate payment for debts
requisitioned by the state motherwhore
over dark mass the orb forced to amend
wicked solar flares pulsating in wafts

"Until We Expire, Lift/The Girl Inside the Box"

Face it, the lid of a coffin, a fact
like no other. Final reward, the end.
You want it to be otherwise. You want
to believe in the Afterlife. You're racked
with guilt, sorrow, longing, despair, desire
to talk with Jennifer, a deceased friend,
a "Suicide Girl," whose memories haunt
you, her sultry voice inaudible, long gone.

Reason cannot prove this matter. Inquire
from your senses, whether you will survive
your death, this life, the one given, a gift
from whom all hypotheses start, so wrong
to advance theories from this point. Alive,
we breathe, inspire, lift each other up. Lift.

Mr. Gabidar Sees His Reflection

Drowning from a glass of water left out

On the kitchen counter for a stranger.

Wonder what happens in the afterlife?

Nothing like meeting with my destiny.

Wonder if I make it into heaven?

Are my chances good or nonexistent?

Really unsure about my past mistakes.

Did I forget to turn off the faucet?

Seeing I didn't choose my place of birth,

Perhaps I can be forgiven my sins.

If I stepped (or stomped) on anyone's toes,

Restitution of claims cannot be made

At this point in time for compensation.

Let it be known, I didn't mean you harm.

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2015.3.8

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