Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Requiem

How far had the body traveled before its final rest stop in this silver urn?
How many lives had it touched, sights seen, foods tasted, time wasted, sounds had it made and heard?
Is this grand finale a Bastille or a reprieve for time served in life?
And what of its companions? Empty shells unceremoniously scattered nearby?
And their souls.
Were there souls?
Are there souls for these few?

I doubt it.
They were hated and hit. They lived only for them selves.
To touch and to see and to taste and waste, and the sounds that they made and heard were their only designs in life.
But what of art and compassion and love and sacrifice. Were none of these virtues on their list?
Genocide!
Death to them all, I say!
Let them all die!
They are a bane to my solitude.


I heard a fly die as it buzzed
the web around the cup
was like a ladder hanging down
still it could not
climb up

Saturday, April 7, 2007

Kerouac and Me

From East to West Coast
From North to Key West
For three days I spent three years on the road with Jack
Me in a dog of a bus ($55.00 any destination)
For He
the adventure of lifetimes.

Layover
Chicago
I stretched my legs and napped on a bench in the bus station
Underground
Like an empty tomb after hours
Jack had apple pie
I kicked a broken vending machine
From here we went our separate ways
In separate times
Together still
(or, Me with Him)
We witnessed the country we crossed
Albeit out my window for Me
and in His pages for We
The pages I turned as I rode
as I read "On the Road"
On the road.

Thursday, April 5, 2007

assonantal ejaculation

do poets dream
is lust obscene
that so unclean
the magazine
that soiled the jean
deprived of cream
the in between
that swam upstream
as flowers scream
at the machine
from the ravine
of poets dream

Tuesday, April 3, 2007

Burn

when will I write to me
for me
not to you to whom you see
you think you see
not me
to me
you drunk
you poet
you selfish ass
what secrets fester in your booze drenched sponge
flesh heart soul
tainted tempted rotting
speak to me don't lie
share purge confess
lonesome lonely loner
master slave of man
friend to beast and beat
savant servant
repent or hide