death by poet(ry)

 

when you woke up this morning

the dust in the acidic

draft-less air

had already settled upon your face

thus ruining

those past-apocalypse seasons we spent together;

it is a reminiscent of these

when I find myself at a morality loss

rousing up in cheap motel rooms

where the continental breakfasts

don’t seem “continental” anymore.

     why do we keep on running?

     where do you think we are going?

     why can’t we just stake our claim

     on some little dingy foreign country (side) dive

     and trade treason for reason?

instead of bathing today, you bathe in perfume

and sit upon my dormant cock

the heat within your woman’s womb

doesn’t placate me anymore

but it’s the slow wind of those acidic elements

that waft through your monotonous hair

that which stirs my black key stroke erections.

and each strand that rakes through my hand

reminds me of earth –

pigmen born of mud

air, where contagion spreads –

fire, hel (lelujah) in the sky –

water, a grave integrity of baptisms –

you lay your naked face against my cottoned chest

feeling for my last breath, you whisper:

 

you don’t know this

 

but you have a black picket fence

staked around your heart

a grave marker

sitting on your soul

 

and, you’re wearing a suit.

 

no self-proclaimed poet wears suits,

anymore.

so-stop-pretending-to-be-dead.

 

 

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Playing hooky at 115 Degrees

Nothing really to write about except for that I played hooky from work yesterday and went to see Jack the Giant Slayer and then snuck in to see OZ The Great and Powerful.  Bad. . .I know. . .But it’s done and over now.  So get over it already!

 

“Jack the Giant Slayer”. . .a breathless piece of work.  My fav character. . .two-headed giant.  Of course Ewen McGregor wasn’t bad either;)! 

 

“OZ The Great and Powerful”. . .a stunning piece of work.  My fav character. . .China Girl. 

 

The following poem was one of two poems nominated for a 2011 Pushcart Prize. . .Enjoy.

 

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115 Degrees

 

Beads of sweat

trickled down slow

between the perfumed citrus folds

of her beautiful round breasts

unbeknownst to the woman

innocently directing me to the nearest freeway

under a blazing sun of 115 degree weather;

and I almost envisioned myself on her

disguised as one of those perfect size atoms

of H2O evaporating into an open of a pore

uninvited, like rape after a date of kissing and no sex

only to proliferate in the end into a bead of virgin sweat.

 

Foodstamps For Pets? Goldfish!. . .musing & poem

So foodstamps for pets?  Hmm. . .now while I would normally find humor in this (and only if this were a much stable economy) I actually sympathize.  According to Bloomberg, ‘foodstamps for pets’ is currently in circulation.  While many or most might frown on the idea because it will now cost the taxpayer that much more money, it’s actually a good idea.

 

How, one or you might ask?

 

Well consider the housing market. . .and I don’t give a damn how much the President claims the housing market is stabilizing because it isn’t. . .I have seen more For Sale and For Lease signs sign-stamped on the fronts of lawns more than I’ve seen Going Out Of Business or Business Closed signs stamped on glass windows! 

 

Okay, back to the housing market. . .

 

While many homeowners were or are making their move into apartments and rentals, more and more pets have or are being left behind because their owners can or could no longer afford to feed them as many or most homeowners can barely afford to feed themselves much less their families.  While the cost of food keeps going up and up, so is pet food.  I look at this ‘foodstamp for pets’ as a strategic move as it is just that. . .‘Strategic’ because it will allow owners the opportunity(ies) to keep their pets instead of abandoning them or dropping them off at the local pound.

 

Does that make Sense?  I think it does, only if you’re a pet owner.  But then again if you’re not a pet owner, you will find this idea utterly Senseless and costly.

 

Damn, can’t win for losing!  Enjoy my poem. . .

 

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GoldFish

 

I woke up one morning

to an empty place with

an abundance of space

for the life of me I could not fill. 

 

So these walls suddenly became

the material, the immaterial

the existent, the non-existent;

I was buried within.

 

Yet, no one knew or cared

to consider me lost

no flyers, no milk cartons, no billboards

not a trace of my importance existed.

 

I was dead

 

Or was I?

 

This is how it starts:

 

She yells, you yell.

She threatens to leave, you leave.

She takes the dog, you take the cat.

She calls a lawyer, you represent yourself.

 

Then, the dog runs away with the cat

‘cause it considered you two morons.

And her lawyer screws the hell out of you

because you like screwing women.

 

And that’s how it ends.

 

Now back to these walls.

 

I’m alive again.

 

My space needs a woman’s touch

then I remembered, ‘No it doesn’t,

it needs a man’s touch, goddamnit!’

so I leave these walls blank.

 

I take a ride out to IKEA

since every single divorced man tends to shop there

sorting through colors, patterns, lamps,

things square and oval and all around boring.

 

But after two hours of trying to recover things lost,

things I care not to buy, I say ‘Fuck it!’

and storm out the store to the store next door

and buy what every man should buy after a divorce:

 

A goldfish.

(pub2011 in DS)

Oscar Moments and a Pigeon. . .musing & poem

My choice of Oscar Moments:

 

1.)     Despised Amanda Siegfried’s candor on the red carpet.  Oh, please!

2.)     My partner thought Michael Douglas looked better than his wife, Catherine Zeta Jones.

3.)     Kerry Washington’s overly swaying hips as she strutted across the platform.  Can you say unbalanced washing machine boys and girls?

4.)     Anne Hathaway’s lack of a bra.  Her nipples were more erect than my partner’s penis.

5.)     Despised Chicago’s rendition.

6.)     Let’s hear it for Jennifer Hudson!  It’s no wonder Beyoncé got all butt-hurt when Jennifer won her Oscar.

7.)     Kudos to Quentin Tarantino.  He needs more recognition, and a straighter tie. 

8.)     I don’t think kids should win Oscars period.  So way to go Jennifer Lawrence!

9.)     Kristen Stewart looked lovely but painful to be at the Oscars.  Where was RPaz?

10.)   Ben Affleck’s moving speech simply because he didn’t prepare one because he probably assumed he wasn’t going to win so therefore he spoke entirely from the heart.  Congrats, Ben!

 

 

I remember when the Oscars once took place in the Shrine Auditorium.  When I was in grade school living in El Monte, California.  My class took a field trip to the Shrine Auditorium where my class then met the actress Cheryl Ladd.  Since then I have been a HUGE fan of the Oscars.  And while I do have to admit that some years have been pretty boring, other years have not.  Last night’s Oscars however left me laughing and crying. . .Laughing because I happen to adore Seth McFarlane (and for those who don’t know this but Seth is the voiceover to Stewie on Family Guy.)  God, I love Stewie.  He is so. . .so. . .rambunctious, and I love his take on attempting to take over the world.  Okay, getting sidetracked here, now back to the Oscars. . .um, where was I?  Oh yea, meeting the actress.  Hey I’ve also ran into Randy Johnson, Mike Tyson, and Alice Cooper (used to work for Alice Cooper’s wife, Cheryl. . .hey, another Cheryl!)  Okay, enough with my bullshit, back to the Oscars.  Aside from thinking Seth McFarlane a stimulating character, my fav highlight of the night was Daniel Day-Lewis winning for Best Actor in Lincoln.  I sobbed because I have been a longtime admirer and fan of Daniel Day-Lewis; I’ve seen practically every movie he’s made; my fav, Gangs of New York.  So congrats, Daniel!

 

Now onto Jennifer Lawrence. . .I did not laugh.  I was so ecstatic for her Best Actress win!  However, I did get pissed over the dress tripping her triumph to mega-stardom.  I did enjoy her comeback speech, though.  Way to go Jennifer!

 

Adele won for Best Song “Skyfall”. . .but of course. . .although I preferred the song, “Before My Time” performed by actress Scarlett Johansson.  Now this one is sure to be a classic!  If you hadn’t heard it yet, click on player to hear it.  Sultry Scarlett is all I have to say.  Sigh.

 

Okay enough about the Oscars.  Here’s another poem.  Enjoy!

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Pigeon

 

in the midst’s of daylights dark

my soul sits comatose

on a stoned cold bench,

pigeons dig trenches around me.

the snow is beyond freezing

against my fingertips and toes

remembering the sound of your voice

I so desperately want to hold

in this moment as I toss the breadcrumbs

and they land wherever they may fall,

and you say “Pigeons are dumb!”

i laugh, but then i want to cry,

but nothing escapes my eyes

they are stone cold like this bench

and i am so pissed because it’s wasted

years spent on pigeons and bread.

true, I have a few marbles rolling loose in my head

only because it’s been a year and 

i can’t believe you’re dead, or maybe

because i can’t believe i’m dead without you?

i sigh, and glance up at the sky,

a threat of first light threatens to push through,

you coo, “Toss me another breadcrumb, will you?”

i say, “I love you, and I miss you too.”

Politics and Prostitution…rant & poem

Well another day, and nothing really to say or add except for America is going to hell in a handbag!  The fiscal cliff keeps cliffing.  Political differences and issues are now threatning the FDA to go on furlough so the cost of meat, poultry, vegetables, eggs, milk, etc. etc. are all going to sky rocket in prices if nothing is resolved by March 1st, so stock up.  Government employees are facing potential pink slips.  Just the other day I saw a sign screaming “Depression Rates”.  And one of my kuzis (I think that’s the way you spell ‘Kuzi’?) once read:  “It’s a Recession when the other guy loses his job.  It’s a Depression when you lose yours.” 

You know the Mayans never predicted that the world was ever going to end (thank Hollywood for that) but merely predicted big changes were to come.  So are they here now?  Where is Nostradamus by the way, or Superman for that matter? 

Need to go back and see Phil Collins/Genesis videos.

In the meantime here’s another poem. . .this one dedicated to the Sexual Politics of America!  Enjoy!

 

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The Prostitute

 

Across the conferences she lays to bade foreign

nations wielding pens mightier than swords

bleed the predatorial beast beneath red-top masses;

 

the sovereign of exchanged currencies

exorcising their gluttonies within her are but

a mere promised farce, an anti-cleansing of impure hands-

 

she is the shameless populace of God’s right hand,

the echo of a prostituted nation

for at his feet, she weeps