Like many young writers who play the professional game I picked up a part time job for some extra cash and experience to keep my resume flowing while I still look for the door to kick in and put my foot. I started canvassing for rent control in the city of Sacramento and felt wonderfulContinue reading “My Recent Car Wreck; Trauma Will Not Win”
This is not a night for sleep, This is a night for rebellion, no toxic city grace halls shall light on the dollar shall wring our treat true. Another page, turned and torn. A fragment of it’s former thought and in complete rhyme. Destined be the word, The sentence and line, sweet language. Ah, language,Continue reading “A Mantra, Just Another Page in Your Book”
Forgotten pages and souls wonder and wander wondering what could have been? Instead what is gets swept under the ugly rug of a family skeleton closet. Cradles never rocked. Spanish language poems fill the hallways of a once empty mind, and Gil Scot Heron is not forgotten. Who says a white man can’t jump orContinue reading “Forgotten Pages and Souls Wander”
Do we call to arms our great minds for the sake of their minds? Do we not sit upon thrones made of African machine guns? Are these thrones not sitting in the Louvre or the British Museum? Does vanity become a bi product of consciousness, or consciousness a bi product of vanity? Are we slavesContinue reading “Rhetorical Questions”
Wicked destruction, Wicked self destruction, Wicked self destruction that would make Fydor cringe. Sanity is having the good fortune that other people have the same problems. Good fortune is luck luck is rare. Rare because we forget we have control we forget we have control because we give up control. We must take back controlContinue reading “Control”
Savage that which is the nature of rebellion is that of truth nor structure. Savage, Exotic Savage, the nobel savage. What you find is no savage. I stand before you, audience to this scene, bare word to this woe, to this rest. Savage is that rest, in the black heart of the jungle, the restContinue reading “False Label of Savage”
I cannot predict What will happen to the save haven. A few good men defend the rival of Gloucester. But many fail and revel in the tower. It was the fate of poor and rich, the princes and thieves, political murder the culprit indeed.
A MORT LA BOURGEOISIE! A MORT! A MORT LA BOURGEOISIE! DEATH TO THE BOURGEOISIE! DEATH TO KING LOUIS! DEATH TO HIS QUEEN! Look at these Gallant Halls, These gold suns These marks of stolen luxury. A MORT! A MORT LA BOURGEOISIE!
Foul, Foul Fear Upon this matter of unsightful sigh. I do not fear constraint, I do not fear haste Yet upon this tagged bench bearing the burdens of the burdened and burdeners. Bare haste upon this hour, for Caesar is dead, Buddha is Jesus, Jesus is Shiva, You are God, and I am to. AContinue reading “Foul Foul Fear”
Moan whisper on languid apparatus and elaborate smooth scream. Easy through beneath symphony Need tell about a bore and blue lust Feet from shot together only next away. Near want and not trudge incubate then frantic road as power at play like less than have sing said true. Sordid show under white, black, and someContinue reading “Stay Forgotten”
Now Show this Violet class your heart and lobby, your quilt and guilty smile and drifter’s flee. Two cursed words, ceteris paribus, hang from my wall, and breath deep within my darkened lungs that pump thin blood. In, out, about and there and here and such to the repeated shuffle and its chords. Comparison fairsContinue reading “Ceteris Paribus Hangs From My Wall and My Heart”
No innocence was left behind So clear such a head of such trifles. Another of a nature and part or a generation can’t stop of a world and wave all a part of a wave of a a shock and an awe and a place and a way and as always it goes on. AllContinue reading “An Ambiguous Personal Truth : Part V”
Don’t Believe far away and a false background other premise Divided but don’t forget, this is one and it was always the centuries. Now a natural cinema and its human circulation, From calculation and exact fiction, and only thanked. Grateful but only thanked only treated and retreated and treated again in this words clear andContinue reading “An Ambiguous Personal Truth : Part IV”