That Look in your eyes,

what does that look say
I am their with you
but I’m a million miles away

and both of us we know the truth
of where love lies in time
so prescient how

now we’re both slipping
back and forth
beyond, behind, between the lines

where chance casts fatal, glancing, lies
to keep his circle
hyp-no-tized and I just dance

and then just at the end
the way he looks
as he begins to cry

I’ll keep that image
in my mind; a fond farewell,
that smile at
bam, blam, good-bye.

 

The Pact

There are those among us
who speak not of what is
but of what is going to be
there are those among us who would
rather sit and stare
than stand and speak
there are those among them
who would seem to be just
like them but
they are deceiving
they, we
must see through
what they see for us
and must see that we
will turn to dust
if they are not wiped from our scenery
it is ours society
which they write
and act for themselves
and draw pacts for themselves
and threaten to bring down the power
of fact for themselves
so we’ll live for themselves
and those selves
which live far above our selves
will live for themselves
and not our selves
no not our selves
can you hear the weeping of the green black earth
in your cells
or can you only hear
your cell’s
ringing in your pockets
can you hear the doorbells
ringing
debtors police and the new world
bringing you death
and relief
from the heavy burden of choice
and republic voice
and the heavy toxic air
which burns the land
as you walk and wonder
how you ever could have brought
down your hand
on those ways you could not understand.

las’t

…and with a little shudder I’d broken through
hard as my shadow was against the eggshell rock
had been the out-line of my consciousness
now as it had, dissipated too.
Heaven was bright
and though empty ever circling birds did fill it.
Seemingly it was the open sun
that poured the clouds and song cries out.
There I lit, ecstatic. Calm as an expatriate returning to his home
as if twenty years had been a wick of silk no tardier in burning.
The cries of the earth were distant
and peculiar, being only heard in unison.
Yet I’d expected someone add myself t’appear
or have been dwelling there  as I was quite alone.
Inconsolable the time the plague of winter set and stretched itself since fifteen months,
since I began that sick rejection and the desperate slow advance towards my destruction.
But what had come in the end? What reward? What words? What love?
What simple step? My friendships respected? or their take;
an eels bone and two candles burnt above my head. So here I lit.
And second knew the familiar sensation of my skin drawn tight against itself,
and paling felt the cobalt sky reflected at my back.
I turned. I found it there as well.
And spun so in this moment of fluid penance I recalled
the guilt I’d lost since I was taught of it and hell.
But left at ease I found no ill inception in the bluish ether.
None but still and quiet dipping, dripping from my throat.
None sought me out nor does remain, so I remain
a ghost.

Bury me beneath me

it tasted like death and churn’d ‘n my stomach. I sat still, examined the upturned soles before me. I had erred in wearing sneakers, and should have searched less briefly for the appropriate attire (I conclude after a few queasy seconds). My attention turned after a few more to the body hanging from the cieling. Their messiah looked rather strung-out – lifelike and pale. His high-tension steel suspension created the impression of an elevator well. And I entertained myself thinking of throwing a richard nixon mask up over the his face. The brother wore white and green, a diamond drapeau over his chest, and the dead wore a tablecloth. And for as long as I could I watched the coffer for signs of movement. There was a boy another row to the front of us who I watched a while, too. He was quite immune to the mortality of the occassion and too young to’ve known either of the dead, it seemed to me. A sick ripple ran through my front and I thought how hungry I should be, how little sleep I’d had. It was important to keep my composure for my friends and the relatives of the deceased — but I couldn’t suppress a snear as I watched the transfiguration of our dear host and the eulogized dead reenergized. My eyes snapped back to the shroud thrown over the casket; now or never, brother.
A bouyant thought, I thought, as it materialized again a few feet from the dining hall’s entrance, then the bathroom, and finally a few short inches above a toilet bowl. I supposed between each fresh heave that the stall was only big enough for one. It felt reminiscent of the last time I’d mixed multi-vitamins and orange juice, but the sacriligeous nature of this particular vomit gave it a much more existential flavor. I returned to the table afterwards and waited for the ceremony to end. They carried him off shortly and put away their Book of the Dead (more of a three-ring binder) somwhere in the vestibule, to be removed and its front page replaced with a freshly xeroxed update, ad infinitum (their words not mine) until the page was full.

Whiskey

A higher proof
of a higher power
if power is proof
if proof is truth
and truth is power
of a higher proof
It’s in my whiskey sour

Happy Birthday

She rapped on my door
naked, wrapped in a blanket
and asked if I had a condom
to wrap around a friend of hers

Resumes for beginners

deception, lies, and abject leading
“descriptive lines and subject headings”
job applicatoin tutorials can be fun too, you know

I’ve noticed a sharp increase in my power verbs, doctor
`do you have any allergies to medication?
not that I know of, though I have been trying to exhibit optimal collaborative officiation.
`take this Xanax.
2 a day doesn’t seem adequitely tailored to my special case
`then get out of the emercency room

Don’t you tell me what a press release does,
I invented the fucking press release!
That was alright,
but more descriptive language would get your point across better.
I’m starting to think
I didn’t recieve enough management training as a child

All throught the day: I me my, I me my, I me my
but not on resumes: I me my, I me my, I me my
all of these pronouns are keeping my wage down, the come on too strong in my lines
but still through the day – I me my

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