the chronicle of the two-headed heart
Monday, June 27, 2005
bended back,
an uncomfortable frame--
resting arms
along the rubber mouth of a window rolled down...
tears fall from oculus
onto unwitting flesh.
promises straining, doing their best to be kept.
a contest takes place--
words in a mid-air dogfight
firing their best valedictions.
senses will decieve as i see your name on billboards...
hear your voice in memory movie moments,
awaken myself answering your call in my dreams,
and curse (thank?) you for all of this.
if goodbyes were easy,
time would lose meaning.
second floor protocol
she was the ocean,
a glimmering face...
and i?
merely an anchor,
holding misery in place.
gratuitous observation to those hated
Thursday, June 23, 2005
i've got you to thank--
every word in line,
every note in place,
every time that song is sung
i see your face.
memories,
like cracks in pavement
with yellowing grass growing
in the empty space...
memories,
i
long
to
have
erased.
cut-and-paste entourage
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
pools of alkaline
seep through flesh,
become my blood.
frigid speculation.
i say what i mean,
and i do what i say.
i am perfection personified...
mechanized.
your vanity made it easy
to pull you apart
by
the
mouthful.
styrofoam conglomerate debutante
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
the sun's cadence--
clouds a mere semblance--
blanketing the sky,
bleaching my thoughts.
it sings me songs to keep me company...
i sing them to you
though you choose not to listen,
try as you might to evade my gaze.
avarice is measured not by ownership of land,
but by amount of coins in hand.
my palm sees all--sympathy, apathy, envy... fear.
the master of disheveled expression...
an unkepmt machine, simple in its list of tasks.
a concentrated brick of life irresponsible--
defeat.
your eyes tell your mind this, i can tell.
society's great punchline,
my song and dance
cloaked behind humanity's curtain of existence.
[concrete is consistent stone solace]
spiritual utensil drawer inventory
Thursday, June 16, 2005
sitting towards the back, curbing suspiciousness
we read along, chapter and verse...
no longer open to interpretation,
the congregation received their requisition
dictated wrath, directed curse.
written notations upon turning the page,
blacking out original verse...
shun those who are different,
burn the earth upon which an incongruent face is put to religion,
only with all whom share the same mind will our kingdom truly glow. single file insect dance
pledging allegiance unto blissful ignorance,
it is safer being spoon-fed,
never wanting to be the tallest nail hammered down.
the nightmare they could never accept, never accost...
a face of adversity staring at them in the mirror.
the desire to scream dissension was cut short by my own neurological police.
forcing them to realize that a kingdom
held behind a spiked black gate,
a kingdom with one thousand electronic eyes and a sightless leader
does not a kingdom make,
would be falling upon the deafest ears.
paradise is in our hands, we must choose how to see it--
with open palms,
or closed fists...
neither can be judged right or wrong.
song of the supersonic ghetto combatant
Monday, June 13, 2005
the hum of the machines could be heard blocks away...
a beautiful (?) tribute to mankind--
something glass, something plaster, something brushed steel.
something...
emitting clear surreptitious smoke
billowing from brightly colored cylinders.
tradesmen,
wired to viewless cubicles,
turn gears by clicking corresponding majuscules.
doors that open into brick walls,
whispered corporate ambiguities--
the politics of information mundane.
stairs leading to the rooftop reveal its core--
a glass encasement
a man in pinstripes
shoveling snakes into a hungry heated opening.
escape to nothing...
the sea and its soothing embrace,
wet sand underneath bare feet,
the taste of salt in the air.
we need more people who shun something,
and see the beauty in nothing.
the pirated stitchlab conspiracy
Thursday, June 09, 2005
i've swam with sharks long enough to be one,
long enough to confuse where their appendages start
and mine begin.
they eventually bite their own...
(yes, i have the teeth-marks to prove it)
they run on curious libations, synthetics and nicotine.
using semicircular motions,
they wriggle their way under the earth,
up through the floorboards of uninhabited dwellings
peeling paint and boarded up orifices
using devices crudely constructed from ocean floor wreckage
probing our minds,
broadcasting subliminal messages
(the fillings in our mouth receive transmission)
tap our deepest desires
tell us where to meet.
promises of an oasis,
complete with the smoothest of amenities
and postcard pastel views soothe your tired eyes.
the price... merely our dreams,
we turn them over,
one by one,
hand over fist.
temporary amnesia--
under handshakes, false facade promises
over jagged-toothed grins and small talk...
forgotten that our dreams make us who we are,
skeletons to souls.
as clandestine their entrance,
twice clandestine their exit...
leaving behind only indigestible splinters,
our dreams made a fine feeding frenzy.
coin operated soliloquy
Monday, June 06, 2005
the captain of this sinking ship asked--
demanded, rather-- the promotion he earned.
a perfunctory ceremony
pomp and circumstance could be heard,
the band waist-deep in seawater.
hull heaving,
listing in its throes
as the brass accolade was pinned to his gleaming white uniform.
a glimmer in his eye,
and the tips of his saluting fingers
were the last thing seen...
his hat floated proudly into the sunset.
a reception amongst all life aquatic,
rsvp only, please. eerie liquid clouds of dust dancing--
escaping air pockets,
birthed by now rusting steel orifices...
a symphony orchestrated by the murky deep.
chainsawed hemline pattern
i witnessed true freedom yesterday
it slipped through the slats
and through the hands of tyranny,
masked in shadows of good intention
and best interest.
she had been caged, poked and prodded--
maneuvered legs and arms,
a medicinal regiment.
she followed the safe existence given to her,
the one in which slumber
and subsequent dreams--
awnings of stars and not plaster,
tiny, scurrying prey--
were mere bantam morsels
to the real thing
and to a yearning, hungry soul.
that evening, with a stare at the open slats, i realized
a heart's cadence only rings true when free,
it matters not what animal's flesh surrounds it.
spirit of liberty, thy name is Fuzzy.
springtime status quo iscariot
Friday, June 03, 2005
an obituary:
truth enters the great beyond...
its mind starved from lack of factual news,
diabetic, dependent and obese,
due to television's reality--
sugary sweet distraction/saturation.
it eventually suffocated under the heavy woolen blankets of corruption.
...obsequies unplanned due to lack of interest.
it matters not--
no amount of weighted, crushing earth
could hold the truth from the inevitable resurrection.
casting an ominous frigid shadow
on those who chose to attempt asphyxiation, assassination...
their fate ill, though deserved, emancipates.
clockwise counterstrike
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
found a letter in the sand...
it was wet, burned and smeared,
its contents written in code.
though it was only ink and paper, it called to me,
yet at first i was unable to unlock its mysterious requests.
only as i watched the sun melt slowly into its temporary watery coffin did it begin to make sense to me...
beneath a diagram of bent lines and primitive arethmatic,
a note was hastily scribbled:
"build a boat out of destiny, or sink under tides of history."
sticking the note back into the sand,
i began building my own floating destiny...
where will i go?
i had no map,
no landmark as guide...
i chose to navigate bravely--
not by optometry,
not by astrology...
simply, carefully--
i will find my way by cardiology.
hand held ampersand
diesel-powered antiquities
rattle in formation above my head.
we've put a face on an adjective,
a face on danger, they said.
you can find them on this deck of playing cards,
each one more atrocious than the next..
a good tool to disconnect the humanity..
flesh and blood torn,
like meat from a bone
at our favorite western watering hole.
[it makes the killing go down smoother,
like champagne versus gasoline almighty]
