Category Archives: writing

Percentage

what began as frivolity
became inequality
seeing the world through keyhole
so sweat off the baltic sea
bring back these forgotten memories to me
these enzymes fuel this reaction
putting us on cruise control
another pinky promise
was fractured and broken
a fossil calcified
now being uncovered, mended
being slowly apprehended
stubborn unyoked animal will
is land to be tilled
long for such a reality
in more than 140 characters
to be fully fleshed out
rather than a buffet line of images
take, chew, spit out repeat
haven’t grown past baby teeth
we never swallow
making us hollow
this untouchable image
reveals to us our 1 percentage

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Berkeley

i hope that you can forget
as if we never met
your intj mask showing
a warm body to grow on
she don’t smile too widely
tries too hard to be wallpaper
walks forward without hesitation
but you’re going to Berkeley
and me becoming clergy
what’s the point of pop infatuations?
when you’re confusing reality and fiction
and maybe you are only a codex
I could never find

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all of us

all of us are burying undergroud
all of us are held up in the pound
we cry for freedom
instead of serfdom
all things walk in the path of least resistance
with the least insistance
struggle against the forcing current
least be a servant
graffati on the pearly wide gate
before knawing on the bait
reveal a haphazard path
jump over the shaft
hone the craft using
continue to be musing
be sure to build more than break
be sure to tithe more than take
all things surly fall into
some artful place
all framed in perspective

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blindfold bravery

your never ending web of nerve endings
spark, ignite, all-or-nothing

oversaturated
the chase of the thrill
the shiny red pill
a face replacing another face
moving through mirages of preemptive nostalgia
always meditating on the future as a fixed point
when it remains elusive as the concept of perfection
what about electability?
accountability?
or freedom of choice?
the act of reaching out
and communication
is fear
risk
folly
ultimately
blindfold bravery

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reset

you can discover this new playing field
and escape this tedium
you ain’t no medium
blood’s in the water
and the sharks don’t bother
they crave attention
but receive no mention
stick apples in their mouths
and roast this rotisserie
in this misery
the flames lick up
as the rest sucked up
you’re nothing but a hound dog
never catching a rabbit
keep on running to the sun
and it kept on setting
and subsequently begetting

resting

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Default

shovel struck paydirt
but the success was curt
all that applause fading away
each penny taken each day
those words were corrisive
slow-burn explosive
that silent treatment
became ever frequent
I’d be your sacrifical lamb
be silent as a clam
be the last pin to fall
before the crows nest can call
all hands on deck
you’ll be ship-wrecked
the aristocrats finished the waltz
become ocean decorations by default

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Ganges

dip a toe on the surface
let it carve ripples
spirit hovering over the waters
dividing darkness and light
how far-gone we went
all our reincarnated lives unspent
a shopping cart wheel left bent
heavily recalcitrant to window shopping
and the temporal tweeting birds
how we trap you in an urn
and we lift the lid for your ashes
to join with the Ganges river
i hope to see your freed smirk
catch the light of your eyes
in the last gleam of ten thousand sunsets
reflecting off the waters

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serenity

dive into the underworld
and feed the fishes eating off our feet
recoil at atrocities
find some anomaly
that center of gravity
inhale, exhale
the world underneath a blanket of sun
come inching out on all fours on the parched desert landscape
the sun rounding out rising, falling
stars eternally wheeling in a panorama
this seed sprouts
roots dig and siphon water into mouths
it grows taller
and wilts
grows
withers
dies
back into your echo chamber
with your unlocked chests
of all your possessions
bend the will and the mind
follow my body
into serenity

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Love Thy Neighbour

There once was a family living in a town happily. Within a few months the war began. A bomb dropped on their home instantly killing the husband and making the home uninhabitable. Their garden where figs and olives once grew became a graveyard of ashes where they buried their dead friends and neighbors. They lost most of their belongings, except a few photo albums and suitcases of clothing which they were able to grab. With no water, electricity, or transportation, they became, thirsty, hungry, scared. Some even had burns and injuries. The mother and the grandfather worried for their own predicament and for the children’s future, because they had no place to stay. They set up tents camping on the side of the desert road outside of the town because no one wanted to take them.

A wealthy neighbor who owned an oil refinery happened to be driving down the same road; he saw the family emerging from their white makeshift tent crying for help. Seeing their distress, he became scared, and passed on the other side of the road. A white northerner happened to be driving on the same road, but when he saw the huge family, he floored the gas pedal leaving them covered in dust. A cowboy driving in his yellow SUV slowed down to rubberneck, but when he heard them speak in a weird language, and saw the woman with a head-covering, he made a U turn, fleeing in the opposite direction. He even promised that he would avoid this part of town.

But a man driving down the road saw the family, and he had compassion on them. He wasn’t wealthy, he didn’t speak the same language, but he introduced himself to the frightened family. He broke the ice with a few card magic tricks. The children laughed and clapped, they hadn’t seen a friendly face for months. He took them into his vehicle with their meager belongings, and drove them to his home, where they met his family. The grandfather had to go to the hospital because of his broken foot, but after they gave him a splint and crutches, he felt much better. At home they together prepared a meal, sharing their foreign foods, and ate together happily. The family even gave them clothing from a few years ago, but they didn’t seem to mind. The children were able to attend the local elementary school, and the mother started learning the local language and even find a full-time job. Soon the two families grew to know one another and became lifelong friends. Yet, the family missed their father, and mourned the loss of their homeland, but they were glad to meet one another in a world that had gone mad.

Go and do likewise

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Lightbulb, Wagon.

I.
a lightbulb lit
burned dimly from the shed ceiling
flickering and littering glimmer
barely penetrating through a crowd of gloom
how the static obfuscated our surroundings
these foibles knit us
but sometimes they betray us

II.
just a lone wagon
with a crooked wheel
rolling on the freeway
up and down a roller coaster
hope to find the way
back to  her owner

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