Three Napkins I Scribbled My Soul On

Recently as I was filing my chaotic pile of notes that clog my writing desk I came across three napkins with sporadic red sharpie on it. I remembered that last summer I was at a huge party to see a friend’s band. In a fit of something I have yet been able to describe withContinue reading “Three Napkins I Scribbled My Soul On”

Kim Kardashian and the Lowest Common Denominator

Trump is the byproduct of all our willful apathy and blissful ignorance under the neoliberal life we have been leading since the time of Reagan. Kim Kardashian coming to the White House to discuss prison reform is a massive embarrassment, this is very true. However, I honestly hope no one was surprised by this. OfContinue reading “Kim Kardashian and the Lowest Common Denominator”

My Recent Car Wreck; Trauma Will Not Win

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”

Forced Interactions and Social Tedium

Forced interactions,       and bring on will of apology. I do not mean to be crass, nor is my agitation personal. Forced eavesdropping, creating self imposed tedium. The advice of the sages, don’t be so hard on yourself. Don’t beat yourself up, but don’t beat them up either,       they doContinue reading “Forced Interactions and Social Tedium”

New Word

New word, passive lacking in detail, no lie, just late facts and a painful shrug. Tedious narcotic anxiety and an even older annoying habit. We are in fact addicted to our emotions, and some are more toxic than heroin. Anger kills brain, and fear, the heart. Trapped in adolescent disposition, a generation, of late lies.Continue reading “New Word”

daylight Vs Daylight

daylight, Zero completion truth instead of a substance leaving now You wont be laughing No Accomplishments No more adobe. Only plastic. Never rotting never dying, Is their hope in one man or woman? Is such to take on the burden or just promote the self?  Yet one be inescapable from another. Aesop’s truest fable, lifeContinue reading “daylight Vs Daylight”

There Will Be Peace, Revolution, and One

  The archaic always seems to have its place. Whether we like it, whether we know it, is another matter all together. Is their any real poetry in these words? Is their any real phonetic surprise, any peak. Perhaps, but more than anything, their is return. Their is the same thing that has long cycledContinue reading “There Will Be Peace, Revolution, and One”

Never to Have Been Lost but Finally Found.

  Never to have been lost, but finally found, what a beautiful          cerebral charge! I smile, ear to ear as I read back on my own despair. My own weakness is        my comedy And such a good one to!                Too muchContinue reading “Never to Have Been Lost but Finally Found.”

Stream of Consciousness to Thoughts and Loves Long For Not.

     Fair Gone         again long, Dance no more, Too far gone, too fair gain,     In lust or love none so. Crested on whatever that means? Up Down I see no more. I used to hate the crows,             but the omens are realContinue reading “Stream of Consciousness to Thoughts and Loves Long For Not.”

Foul Hours Before the Sweet Embrace of Night

The Hours are foul. The Sun Sets. I must begone from this hell, and off to a place of rest. So I bid the adieu, and move on to the night anew. 7/27/10

That Which Cries to Fear A Waste

Yes and I again return to the charge that is my pity, Unwarranted, Unwanted, constant rapacious and facetious, Constant upon the negative fear and change, Fear and change of that which is unchanged, unspoken, Unwarranted. Contrived and conceded A Waste, A Waste! but at all and as such a waste for the better a wasteContinue reading “That Which Cries to Fear A Waste”

Say Why, and Wonder…

Sorcerers, Kings, Drugs, and other anachronisms whose shocks are dead, whose fear is not, whose echo bares no echo who so dares be sought of some pain, some truth, some pointless dreary beggars sordid mature evolve. Sorted on some contrived agreement some false ideas about other even more false ideas, false ideas Upon false ideas,Continue reading “Say Why, and Wonder…”

This word, Love.

My heart is open to all. My soul is an open book, for love is a universal character even the poorest and the meanest and the most sad and the most spiteful and the most lonely have loved, or still love, or forever love. Where is your love? Have you none? Then you have someContinue reading “This word, Love.”