Genesis 2:24
— for M.
The vixens can dance
& yip at the air,
their human-like voices
make song of whines
but let me be
p l u m p
& sour.
I’ll remain on the vine
& grow my hope
in clusters
until the Master gives
me, to you, as blessing.
— for M.
The vixens can dance
& yip at the air,
their human-like voices
make song of whines
but let me be
p l u m p
& sour.
I’ll remain on the vine
& grow my hope
in clusters
until the Master gives
me, to you, as blessing.
serve ice cream, make a toast
with toast
like some Rocky Horror fest
pass the fun
upon the left hand side
pull a prank on Dwight
tell stories from far far away
and smile
and laugh
and remember
Stack vertebrae, extend
one arm, an impressive Monument,
Stillness, graceful–
then, the Toppling.
Ceiling Fan is still Beyond reach.
Sometimes I write and write some more
Other the paper gets crumpled and thrown to the floor
Or does it, maybe I delete the words from the screen
Before they are ever seen
then I write and write again
delete like before
It reminds me of the unstable times
How some people are trying to erase
The very history that built this place
how are we to take a stand
when what they want is for us to live in fear
So, we write and write again
we must choose to Hold on, defend the truth
Write and write again
Be the voice and defend
Do not allow them to erase history
History that we hope not to repeat again
We deserve to live with peace and love Every human on this land.
so I will write and write again
No matter how ugly the truth.
Time to take a stand, to build a plan
Freedom is for all.
feral cat
comes up to me
as i enter my building
it
smells me
and
rubs itself against my leg
and
allows me to pet it
before it runs off
and goes behind a
wood fence
what a wonderful
surprise
I don’t want to fuck this up,
Run
Faster
Quicker
Smoother
Lightning
These are the words you hear
One more time
So close
Don’t give up
You got this
These are the words you hear
Nice try
Maybe next time
No
Wasted potential
These are the words you hear
Was it worth it
Time
Energy
Losing
Failure
Was it worth it
These are the words you hear
MoneyBall: using statistics to find and recruit athletes that would typically be overlooked.
What are you, what are you, who is that within?
Black and white the lines between got thin.
So the edge, to the edge now once again,
and bleed it out the same here now as then.
Inside out upside down and out, begin.
Drink it all, damn all, burn all up in sin,
blood the eyes, ring the ears, here come the spins
which roll and prick upon the needle-pins.
Don’t stop it till you’re gone or till you win.
What are you, what are you, who is that within?
That which begins, the same as what here ends.
It lives and dies and does it all therein,
goes to the edge, the edge falls once again,
but the borderline finds itself within.
I had a woman sitting beside me
with an ignorant self-esteem,
determined to cure me,
dying to play doctor.
…
The internet says no acidity,
she backed it with her financial degree
—sometime in 1970.
…
Not with a medical chart,
or the pokes and prods—
not with the seven years
for a proper diagnosis.
…
I have a cousin with the same thing,
as if that thing
wasn’t anything.
But I have Crohn’s Disease
…
where my intestines bleed
[I’ve tried…believe me…]
I ate your so-called cure salad.
…
Yet, everyone wants a say,
be the expert of the day,
when the disease belongs
to someone else.
