Taking Sides

hey pig, you got a job to do and I will have to do mine; and if one of us should die first then that’s just the battle line. You’ll dehumanize me and I’ll dehumanize you and when we look into the other’s eyes we’ll still not see the warm truth. It’s fighting that’s in … Read moreTaking Sides

broken heads

I knew it when I woke up this was one of those sundays –     ‘the kind that betray     ‘themselves in a moment     ‘of panic and heat. But still I rose for this burning sunshine. Eucalyptic in its camphor rise rise rise and belong to all the things i’ve never fit in before and still not … Read morebroken heads

Shivering

these spots in the world,
they’re left out from me,
inside you, deep, can you feel?
the tear on the right side?
I read on the left,
when this happens.
it’s ok. it’s always been this way.
no worries, no shakes,
put you’re shivers away,
I’ll not scare you anymore today.
not anymore today.
No – today was about love.
though a lot of people don’t understand,
it’s not them, it’s the plan.
trust me, i know it.
i wrote it. – lots of places to be,
lots of plans to see. Write it for ME!
Don’t worry, thelonius monk never thought
outside of his jazz jurisdiction.
me, on the right side of wrong, well,
I thought of it all – i even tried to figure out
how to kill him with the North Western maul
said I’d take the TV into the forest
pretend it was just a robbery – do you know those?
where you chase the fiend with a vacuum rod?
out the window he came with the black and white tv –
the new one the insurance bought from the last robbery?
the one on Christmas?
Shit. I’d almost forgotten.
thank you god you were here.
no worries, no fear.
Aren’t we just playing with tears?

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Pixie Notes II

the fall has come, just like it did for the Roman Empire. the fires burn columns in my heart and ravage the streets going to the coliseum. Winter will soon come to clean us all off, to make the ashes one more layer of ground for us to stand on.

let me pass through

let the stars shine,let the cars park,let the firemenmake the fires dark;let the children play,let the wind blow,let all the actorsput on a great show;let the doors close,let the lights dim,let the policemensave us all from them;let the world know love,let the people know hate,let us all know justwhat is our heart’s fate;let me see … Read morelet me pass through

ode to 14

sitting at a desk listening, intently, to Suicidal Tendencies, lost in a world of smoldering fires that I had not set with a match that did not belong to me. there was nothing quiet in the rage calm, serene thoughts of death (mine or his) And I’m the failure? not all antiques are worth something. … Read moreode to 14

Trying to Understand

Those Catholic girls can really fuck you up; something in the way they’re called to serve         God; On hands and knees, Ass pointing to heaven, Crying out to god – for what, he only knows But there you are, trying to understand how a drop of rain feeds the Red Woods.

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