whom among the dead would
have him just as dead or dying
? as in a flailing verse, every
line rescues the last by not sur
-rendering. still, he keeps in re
-serve the rain of hailing bullets
such as getting a bunch of cre
-dit cards and using them to pay
for a bankruptcy attorney. bad
boys go down bounce back, bad
boys go down, go down, back.
Mike
"Finally had the pool resurfaced."
Monday, November 30, 2015
Friday, November 27, 2015
Light path
You are the master of the day I am the master of the night
Together we master night and day and rule the entire worl
But in the play between the bad, good, wrong, right ways
We engage in life magnet opposites perpetuating the fight
Tumble, vajra, down the cliff of world's history, bouncing
In your gut a prayer that spins a light path from every hole.
Mkidza Mlaf
"I'm the mom of the Chama."
Together we master night and day and rule the entire worl
But in the play between the bad, good, wrong, right ways
We engage in life magnet opposites perpetuating the fight
Tumble, vajra, down the cliff of world's history, bouncing
In your gut a prayer that spins a light path from every hole.
Mkidza Mlaf
"I'm the mom of the Chama."
Wednesday, November 25, 2015
I recognize my feelings on your face
you must drink
going through a divorce
or everything's great
except that you hate
i recognize these
broke-ass feelings
from hard times
my pain in your face
Reptily
going through a divorce
or everything's great
except that you hate
i recognize these
broke-ass feelings
from hard times
my pain in your face
Reptily
Tuesday, November 24, 2015
Fried chicken and sprite
the night the garbanzo beans caught fire
we had fried chicken and sprite
now it amazes me how from far places
of droves of human anonymity
each in other's face throughout the day,
both symbol and active persona
"Can't believe I found you, Mike."
Hoolie
we had fried chicken and sprite
now it amazes me how from far places
of droves of human anonymity
each in other's face throughout the day,
both symbol and active persona
"Can't believe I found you, Mike."
Hoolie
Monday, November 23, 2015
not enough light
I reach the heels of my fists to the heavens and
a rageful power takes hold of my wrists like a
puppeteer to sticks; the room takes on a charge,
and even dogs fled.
Anyone could feel the wave as deaf feel sound:
It's the moment after you should have bounced,
when it was imminent, when the hair'd already
stood up on end.
Wednesday, November 18, 2015
Sunday, November 8, 2015
Black rectangle
Climb back into your body
where it's safe (?) black
rectangle on the eye balls
Floating black rectangle the
negative of a backlit screen
framed in light in the mind
I carry this rectangular iris
shape in my body visually
for a longer or fading time
Jan Jansdaad
"I'm Jan's daughter Jan, and he's my father."
Monday, November 2, 2015
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