Wednesday, 8 February 2017

hierarchy of need

librarian by day
book burner by
night


the transition 
was natural 


gotta keep warm
she says
you understand


did it have to be
my books?

Sunday, 5 February 2017

Journal # february five

A school of puffed up little clouds swam across the sky, chased by a storm, some were not quick enough, i saw them overtaken by the darker water vapors and manipulated into the greater whole. i myself was running, too, through a morass of thick mud and robust grasses, softened focus without my eyeglasses. i split into two and then into four (could have made eight if it weren't such a chore). i once loved our leader, but not anymore.

Saturday, 4 February 2017

Grand Theft Life 1.8

weathervane

All the Hollywood icons
all the Bollywood icons
inspire us. they sweep our floors
in black and white

All the grandeur of southern plantations
made to capture the sun
arabesque

We live on through these times we made
the oceanic minutia
we consecrate
       describe
        classify in our tomes


Our differences we set aside to study
before bed. chamomile tea with lemon peel.
we fall asleep on them

We all do the same                 in the sun in the
day in and                                      shade
out           after
                      the same nonsense
iced tea
lemonade
sugar cane crystals sparkle

Our children ask for help
without having
to ask         they ask us
                         help

we live we die
we live again
cuz

Life cannot end
when you die
         you cannot really
            you do not truly
                        die

unless you're just
another asshole
weathervane

pointing
the wrong
direction

Friday, 3 February 2017

the worst thing you never did

sugar was followed by 
  salt was followed 
      by sugar 
    again

     then i told my miserable 
         self why don't you
eat a fuckin 
  apple

and i did
   pardon me

it was not the 
    worst thing 
  i ever
    did

Thursday, 2 February 2017

44

four found a friend
      in four

 four and four made
of arrows

birds flyin cross
some tracks

of elbows
of arms

profile made
four -n- four
side by side

in prayer

and greater
 than the sum of them
    selves

with gods

the deuces held court
the days were short
inside them

the nights began
at eight