Tuesday, February 3, 2009

66 Post

the tiny gigapets ate my insides
no more lung, kidney or intestine
the rid me of all evil and insecurities
now i can be like all of you
crawling on my skin
devouring millions of incentives
my jaw skin loose
my veins no longer with blood
the reversal of everything i prayed on
and the stimulus gone
gone
gone
now i walk amongst you
like a soldier of fortune
a hypocritical landscape with immobile ambitions
feeling the ceiling
caressing the nozzle
i bite down on the gunmetal
grind our teeth, "x" on bullet, smoking barrel
these things
these things ate me
my flesh burning
the smell of dreams pissing
i shoveled the dirt upon myself
and cut the strings from anything above me
like the old man before me
we are hating machines
non feeling machines
non deciding machines
fornicating machines
dead inside machines

Monday, February 2, 2009

Jonas Had Flesh Eating Disease

are you okay?
yes, i'm okay
Jonas had flesh eating disease
he had a stay overnight on my couch
slept and snored, farted and grunted
slobbered on the sheets and left early
he left when the sun came through the venetian blinds
he took a pair of my finest shoes
and one of my hats
also took my watch
i was angry, but then i remembered he wouldn't live long
and it wasn't contagious
note:
"i probably won't be back,
and more than likely you've been infected.
you've got 5 years, so make it the good ones."
i felt anguish wash over me
and sadness in my knees
i sighed, then out loud:
"goddammit, he took my best hat"

Monday, January 26, 2009

Someday You'll Walk In, and I'll Be Waiting

life is living until you're dying
the small moments put everything in perspective
not until you know true suffering can the
insignificant be appreciated
for what it is
keep it for a souvenir
we travel our whole lives through other peoples
opinions
through other peoples eyes
unoriginal macho energy
be on guard
be weary
youth fenced in, face pressed to chain link fence
shattered glass on fist
and we punch each other out
then bruised and bloody
we steal wives
and steal horses

Friday, January 16, 2009

It's Time for an Oreo Break

no matter how far i go
how many interesting places to see
you can go half way around the world
it won't have LA soul
the trendy hipster union
the hole in the wall
hole in the wall bar
hole in the wall taco stand
hole in the wall bowling alley
i'm biased
because i'm from here
but for all of it's bullshit faults
it has beauty underneath it's unforgiving qualities
the flaws are what make things beautiful
the ugly and demented streaks
are what make everything holy

Monday, January 12, 2009

The Kicker, In the Balls i Mean

the automatic flush
just high enough for me not to reach
the towel dispensers
not two but one
how we congregate in this box
wait until someone kicks and shakes your shit up.
diverse.
no you're not. admit passion,
admit guilt,
nobody will care like no one else will
the candidates are here
sex and lust
like global warming
watching the girls and guys walk hand and hand
does it not distribute you?
the point
of most
of this
is not
to believe
in
humanity

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

All it Takes is Many

it takes many
to forget about others
it takes a baby to find happiness for one
and it takes a young lust
to write songs like those
and it took, at least for you
pregnancy
i could never grant you that,
not because i didn't love you
i did
very much so
for every one and few that swam in my sheets
it counted
it was not about quantity, or for the night
these were all intensified moments of feeling
i am dramatic
i know
bear with me
Sonia
Valerie
Raquel
Zowie
there's many more from where you came from
and maybe some people say, "they're just chicks man"
i know
but you were the ones that stick to my ribs
the ones that seeped into my soul
you are the ones that tore down my pride
and my defense
you made it through the gates with picks and fire
thank you for that
a taste of love is all you need
it makes it that much better

Saturday, January 3, 2009

I Gotta Take Action

i sit, in waiting room
listening to a table of middle aged broads
talking about past pregnancy
i see an older version
of the girl i once had
black hair, light skin, flower tattoo over the shoulder
and hollow empty eyes
i digress
mismatched socks and lack of expression
middle aged broads
guts hanging over fashionable belts
turkey neck
gobble
gobble gobble gobble
sagging ass, like if the tight jeans will
rejuvenate their decaying youth
jury duty
fucking jury duty
even here, at my most
i feel hunger and starvation
this girl knows everything
i wonder if she knows how annoying i find her?
i wonder if she knows anything other than the fake science
of popping watermelons out of her vein infested legs?
probably not
but she likes shiny things
and god almighty she make great conversation
no?
and that's all that matters
even at our best
hope for more
 


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