Monthly Archives: January 2015

Too fast

streaming through those silky chrome tunnels
undulating air waves
surrounded by the antithesis
we are enemies in our own states
we are exiles in our own places
I am a matter of seconds
I am a matter of moments
here at last
gone the next
I am the biting wind
the stalactites hanging from your limbs
vibrating through all fibers and muscles
dissipating into the twilight
everything changes so fast
until we all become relics of a past
and we are lagging, dragging behind
and finding that being a gardener or farmer
was a life that should never be forsaken

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Winter Halloween

In December and January
the air is cold
everyone dresses up
like ninjas
mummies
astronauts
and the michelin man
let’s hide

and be warm

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Friendship (A Conversation)

M:  Are you my friend?

W’s brow scrunched up as he frowned.

W: Of course, why do you ask?

M: Friendship, seems so fickle you know, it comes and goes like the east wind. You go through revolving doors, sometimes you don’t even know the beginning or the end.

W: Yea, I can see what you mean, people kind of emerge like weeds on the lawn really, you just encounter someone and after spending consecutive times and moments with that someone, it blooms into a friendship.

M paused and stared up at the sky on a on sunny day. His eyes sank.

M: How do you know we’re friends?

W: I would say that because we’re sitting here side by side. We have a certain physical proximity to one another.  But two strangers on a grungy subway are as close to one another as we are currently. And sometimes you’re so close to someone on an elevator that you can smell their odious breath. No, we know each other, details of our lives, our religion or lack-of, our personalities  (like your disdain for felines in their claws), your siblings, or extra-curricular activities, and idiosyncrasies.

M: Like that odd delight you had of the aftertaste of licking stamps?

W: Shhh… you know nothing.

M beamed.

M: But what is the difference between a detective of some sorts who combs through someone’s trash, and a genuine friend? They could have such a databank of your life.

W: I guess it has to do with someone’s willingness for them to enter one’s crazy world. To open the top of our heads and scoop out the “stuff.” It’s the deliberation it takes to get to know about that someone, and for both parties, to accept the the existence of the other.

M: Yea, I remember the time you called me an asswipe and I almost knocked out your pearly whites.

W: You’re not an asswipe I said you were an asshole  stealing that tub of ice cream from the lunch line and almost running over Janice.

M: OOhh I almost for got your brief infatuation.

W: Let’s wipe that from your hard drive.

M: Not before I wipe your ass. .

W: So you are an asswipe!

M: Anyways, what I was getting at is, there’s some kind of chemistry we have. A give and take, a pull or push. For every reaction you get an equal and opposite reaction.

W: Yea I suppose we do accept how we make complete fools of ourselves in the eyes of society.

M:  But, there’s that problem again, we have to be together. some spirit or form or whatever. There is that interplay, call it a duet, duel, or dance, as we mentally spar one another for sport. As far as I understand friendship only exists,as long as communication channels continues.

W: And this dance…it continues but it is not competitive.

M: Yes, exactly.
W: But only as long as communicating continues…sharing emotions, feelings, memories. As we speak we try to bridge the neuro-gaps between us as two distinctive beings, not totally autonomous, but strikingly unique.

M: What do you think is the difference between friendship and romantic attraction? I mean that’s the thing with romance, there’s a cut-off point. a clear demarcation between dating and available. People pay attention to “relationships” on Facebook. But what happens when a friendship ends?

W: Nothing really.

M: Exactly, no one hears anything, not a squeak, maybe some left over whiskers of a cat, no body. It disappeared. And I figure there are pictures, as evidence, but who know they could be doctored. Friendships die, and no one seems to notice, no one’s concerned. But when you have a break-up, every seems to know. I mean your fucking world, for lots of people, falls apart. Friendships disappear, a slow escalator to the grave.

W: I see what you mean.

M: And what are the parameters for friendship?

W: I suppose when you stop caring or showing affection for the other. When you stop “liking” one another, you stop spending time, investing time.

M: Can you stop it with that language of “spending,” “investing,” you are starting to sound like a lucrative economist.

W: Okay, so when you stop giving attention to the other, when you don’t give a fuck.

M: That sounds better.

W: And at that point you bury someone, erase them from your existence. Until you reflect back on the past, and see that friendship at that time was only enjoyable or beneficial.

M: Who said friendship was beneficial? Because you certainly aren’t sometimes.

W: Perhaps not beneficial, as we don’t have a relationship to mere take.  God knows that half the time it is a zero sum gain.But, we seem to enjoy each other’s company’s enough.

M: Yes, and sometimes it teaches me put up, with someone like you.

W: Hey you’re the asshole.

M: Just shut up and enjoy.

M and W smiled as they sat together on a park bench gazing into the sky.

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Nook and Crannie

this life we receive
don’t wanna to hear sound bytes
travel through the ear canal and escaping
don’t wanna read and discard

reuse and recharge
entering without filtering
more than laughing,
more than crying,
more than craving
more than obvious
more than supercilious
dogs bark
but do we hear?
rain fell
but it only made us wet

silhouettes dance across the walls

and tell stories
we hold the pencil
and the brush
participating
publishing
creating
in the same way as the Creator
and add a miniscule
of pulchritude
funny how we
confine beauty
to a beauty shop
but in the nooks and crannies
of the seemingly plebeian
you’ll find her blushing
and biting the corner of her lip
patient, rising, fomenting hope
unveiling itself
until you are captured
and immersed
in every follicle, pore, and wrinkle
in the  sweat
and melody

thoughts, patterns
beauty

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Time

and so in time swept
a wind flooding
sweeping, inundating
with a clarion call
and a peal
it packed away former friends in boxes
it folded away lovers
devouring hours
and wilted procession flowers
it rouse like children tugging on battered ankles
it was that wetstone that we sharpen ourselves to
The more I grow up
The more I fill these molds
and deepen into this person

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Day 1

that silent satan
curled underneath our flip flop feet
carry us to the edge
that ennui hung over the eaves of our homes
seeping through the crevices of your roofs
weights closing eye lids
when reality wasn’t up to par
we went to sleep
and constructed architecture
How deep can you sigh
before inhaling this whole realm?
then spitting it out
How loud can you pause
before the silence is noticed?
How can you float above in disinterest
and be invested, yet objective
how can you spend your life
most of your waking moments in your head
the other half dreaming in your bed?
When will be the time you woke up?
and walk on the shores of the Mediterranean
and felt the warmth of a woman’s hands?
and wait at a terminal for an unknown destination?
and held the hand of a wrinkled and terminal patient?
haven’t we been patient far too long?
you can’t strait jacket me
anymore

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Teeth

She remaked

“Nice teeth”

the shortest

simplest

compliment

I’ve ever received

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