Fungi ~ Wednesday, 27 September 2017

When little Miss Skinner offered me my first hit of grass my reaction in fact was not to say no as I saw myself graduate from eighth grade never looking backwards as if I could reflect as a teen on a life deficient in wisdom as I was at thirteen with deep disaffection over the unified front my foreign parents presented to counter windows of chance for me to attempt to fit in as a normal person

Shiftless when in idle I became a drummer and pounded my way past hordes of fellow travelers royal buffoons like myself without a soul afraid as I saw the shadow within follow every footstep I took the strife dependent on dealing with problems that arise overtook my set path overturned the set course laid out before my eyes caught sight of that saunter watching my own conscience disappear with drug use trips started to worsen

Meandering within the city a flâneur observes what light rays cast emanating from dark energy and matter a star is born from death and destruction chaos and anarchy follow as if the damned look back devastated by loss immediate upon regard of love struck wrath obvious to readers of myth but journalists may lose their head as breath whispers asthmatic charms in a sodden meadow an ironic attack

Sequence 37.1 ~ Sunday, 24 September 2017

In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God and the Word was God and as a serpent I ask the apostle why use so few sibilants nevermind the fact that he could not understood a word I had spoken obviously he did not speak serpent he did not hear serpent because reality sets in humans are limited and ignore serpent tongues evidently I need not ask simple mortals such questions as they throw

Stones and similar sorts of projectiles at me as I seek out darkness in which to hide myself to slip away perchance to charm these scales to dance maybe in India with an old snake charmer but not with this broken pathetic excuse for an apostle a saint but who would believe me lame from birth without legs to climb up a ladder without hands to grip rungs especially made for humans simple mortals whose designs lets them know 

Little outside space-time outside their massive brains resides quiet starkness internal connections with an intelligence limited by vision translates the universe through a pool of water reflective of the mind transference allows these humans to bumble to know just what they see little else interests them certainly not forked tongues as was their decision eons ago when God revealed to old Moses my punishment unkind

☆ Grim ~ Saturday, 23 September 2017

The funny thing about losing my sanity at twenty-one is that in this facility this sanatorium in Santa Ana time never ceased to occur Operation Desert Storm took place while I slept gathering energy to return to the sane world of eaters of khat leaves and other controlled substances the people need representatives elected officials to tell them how to live like sheep in a corral

Society like sheep enjoy the company of people who fit in particularly sane persons not locked inside an asylum for crimes involving the harming of oneself or others as likely Jesús wept not wanting to drink bleach as a way out of hell but here he was farting asshole of noxious fumes while we ate in a room common preventative liberal by design to keep odors within even anal canals

Call it what you will but no one befriended this suicide case bitten once people become shy even non-sane persons like myself but mercy leaves much to be desired in a world without God outside our thoughts of Him understand I felt so much fucking sympathy for Jesús but starting miserable friendships inside an asylum like befriending Circe notably may create tension when my real friends transform into swine grim

Proximity ~ Thursday, 21 September 2017

The funny thing about playing with hand grenades is that proximity is the one thing that counts as a game of horseshoes matters when we get close to the stake in the ground though if we hit the stake it is called a ringer left-handed pitchers throw baseballs their catchers wait to return a pity exceptions in the art of throwing hand grenades is never to seek out direct hits lest catchers return the throw volley for volley until *boom*

precision is not key for explosives to work a little distance may resolve situation after situation in acts bellicose in times of war or peace when we decide to play horseshoes with the bringers noticeable at times of death at a party for children and adults chosen by the parents of a pair of toddlers fraternal twins who shout entertaining only themselves on their birthday while a marine finds room

after his busy day attending to victims of benign tooth decay leaving his clean office and dental technicians to play catch with his son burning a hole in depths too dark to reach without a rope his memories engage him in public acts of total despair as if leaders of cults retrieved his brain from death to place inside a vat of charged plasma ions to remember his life as if he were alive still full of old stories

To Love and Not to Love ~ Sunday, 17 September 2017

To be a man you must not slide down the slope to the bottom of the slide or fall from grace in love though it happens at times often enough you must live in each moment as if it were the only chance you get to stand tall or else you may become common standard less than a real man who won't ride voluptuously down to the bottom where you may teeter and totter endless vertigo in love with love itself as if inebriated

as if drunk with laughter pissing yourself stupid in a dank alleyway no longer lost nor found by love of the other the beloved as trust diminishes with years worn away by the tides you become a quick fall no longer a man no longer even human but something otherwise otherwise than human less than mortal you die in each moment slaughter the fatted calf you live carelessly sacrificed set aside now dated

tossed aside rotten meat rotten inside forget you have forgotten say only what will save you you lose integrity you lose sight of values lose sight of what once stirred inside whirling hormones as a teenager knows only what drives his blood what rages beneath his skin he knows he must rise venerated as truth as the sun encounters the horizon the hues elicited at dawn create the whole spectrum stand tall as a tree grows

☆ Wrongs We Like to Face ~ Sunday, 17 September 2017

Why is it some people come to a complete stop a dead halt in their tracks right at the finish line as if no one behind them would have to leap out of the path they blocked off another obstacle to keep your eye out for nimble-footed numbskulls value only themselves and consider the slacks going slower than they can run if by seconds not worth a second glance simply put road races may create the road rage felt on the expressway

Westminster Kennel Club trains their dogs better than these racing sweathogs entertaining from gate to finish line they get excited without doubt limber as a lumberjack at the barre to stretch their limbs and work their core insisting exercise makes him feel attractive to the opposite sex Ken doll looks makes Barbie think twice about taking a second look a chance encounter with GI Joe may be more his style but who's to judge or say

Tumbleweeds are more fun to chase than coyotes in the desert all dogs only seek meat to eat in order to survive canned Alpo isn't real foreign migrants might eat shredded horse meat but wolves want to taste living flesh after only three miles we all stop to turn off our cell phone apps which vex close by only three lengths finishers in Bucktown close but no cigar deal every disappointment with a cold stoic face indifferent to a crash

Instrumental Vision ~ Friday, 15 September 2017

In their subtle madness they create a frenzy among their believers never intending harm they derange the senses to make sense of the real silent meditation on spoken words written down in a book they call their big book or bible not unlike the other bible for deceivers retrieved from history to reveal uncanny aspects of religion underhanded preachers of the false faith place trust in their tribe to deceive masquerading in fact and name as believers they deceive to instruct elected officials in how to act in times of deception they steal newspapers before dawn in order to conceal the truth about those tall tales told about legions of demons entering the country to overrun the state as law enforcement tries to shut down the borders to close the incision like a surgeon who keeps the good vessels intact by her faith to believe

Veritably the fox acts with such sly cunning to destroy and construct internal connections forged by the believers to witness the moment second to none when time ceases to function stops dead in its tracks like deer invading a valley in droves thick with antlers blocking the exit gate operating as one in spirit the bucks block access to leave foment neo-vulpin systems of kit revolution the vixen sheds a tear

Attack ~ Wednesday, 13 September 2017

Spacey never described her personality just as screwy only prescribed my character for others to make sense of an immigrant child as with clay for potters to shape and mold with rhyme by children my own age call it silly kid's games but influence is strong over a boy lonely exceptionally so within a shell only a crab could be so shy yesterday seems so long ago a reunion reconciles forgiveness

Speech-acts misunderstood by children or adults creates consequences confused as harmless names we all played brutal games even I was not so mild regardless sticks and stones break bones but words never harms the abuser rage empties out into space as madness or hatred violence with weapons when victims of abuse decide to take action to make innocents cry you know who made this mess

Cancer is a shy crab within society born without defenses acceptance is hard-earned by friends and peers but not by blood my family never understood what I as a child went through and bear no shame or guilt cancer is foreign-born but enters the blood stream as malignant depends entirely on the power disease holds over hearts and minds truly wily resolute as a fox to succeed in endgame attack this castle built

Surrounded by Others ~ Tuesday, 12 September 2017

Seated in the middle neither window nor aisle at thirty thousand feet unable to lay down horizontal to rest to sleep to take a nap requires great patience a level of restraint not to freak out on board requires awareness for the needs of others to remain calm to meet obstacles head on deal with frustration with fear by remaining engaged understanding somehow this is ephemeral in time this too will pass never make your burden known beyond the hard skin of your crab shell your flesh deep beneath crawls with ants anxious to find their way out get up take a crap ending your confinement in the lavatory until the toilet roared deafening a vacuum sucks your shit far away within this remote space beleaguered you return after washing your hands now no longer enraged yellowed with cowardice who would you complain to who wants to smell your gas obliterate the will the ego to triumph by survival the mesh touches you catches fish leaping out of the sea into a nylon net heaven at a distance as you start to descend your ears pop from pressure endless unease with heights cramped compartment spaces buckle your seatbelt trace reserves keep you buoyant lift you up in spirit as you land drenched in sweat sure you've given away your once calm demeanor the jewel you so treasure

Ignite ~ Monday, 11 September 2017

Survival ages us more so than the deceased they stopped aging once God took their lucky souls back from this god-forsaken planet we call the earth ask not what God can do for you but what you can do for God and country constant supervision was unnecessary once God created light either we follow light unto light or darkness unto darkness and dis yonder window opens opportunity speaks through veils uncovered eyes

Maybe the spirit led you astray on purpose to show you light from dark unbeknownst to humans the magnetic forces across our small planet relay information through a mute frequency inaudible to ears rely on the spirit in darkness unto light the hand of God will guide as dirigibles float lighter than air across across vast expanses of sky your awareness to see projects impossible and projects possible

Ignite the fuse to blow up the past memories weigh the heart with burdens guaranteed to lead you away from the wisdom of visceral instinct never ignore your gut it feels more than the mind which loses sight of stars intended by design to remind each of us to see the big picture televised on the small screen we see with our mind the world is upside-down exactly as vision cannot correct each lens the mind thus compensates

Abecedarium ~ Sunday, 3 September 2017

Antelope watch lions

bask in rays of sunlight

conscious this carnivore

delights in their diet

economic and clean

ferocious for red meat

gracious for daily bread

hungry for flesh and blood

ignorant to a fault

jolts of energy pulse

killers from their slumber

lions ready to score

majestically they rise

numbering only three

one male two female

perfect as a triad

queens hunt the antelope

relentless in pursuit

sitting pretty the king

takes in the whole terrain

under obligation

vehement in command

wields power to copulate

xerotripsis in heat

yawns as a swift maneless

zebra snorts at his maw

attempts to rise yet halts

blowing off easy prey

captive of lethargy

declines the chance to chase

elephants at sunset

flamingos at sunrise

giraffes until he fails

hunting one zero one

instructor to no cub

juveniles he recruits

kvetch like tefellin-clad

leather-bound ethicists

making abdication

noble in appearance

otherwise understood

pathetically as weak

quotidian lazy

roustabouts working on

sunning their tawny hides

treating all as subjects

under jurisdiction

voracious in his grace

whosoever crosses

xanthomelanous cats

yields whatever she seeks

zealous in devotion

attentive to the kill

begrudgingly beside

caesar as was his due

duty observed she ate

exactly her fair share

forgetting not her kin

giving her cubs torn flesh

hide from antelope hind

investing energy

judging from her physique

keeping svelte in figure

lionness bear the weight

matrilineal cubs

neophytes to warfare

oblivious to harm

pretend to hurt mother

querulous of unkind

resentment on the part

symbolically played by

the king of the litter

under no false pretense

vermin of the grassland

wont to become playthings

xylophilous by choice

yoked to a tree in fear

zoetic force death brings