Saturday, August 22, 2009

I will never finish this poem

the litigation has picked their poison master!
the opiate of the illiterate, unwashed masses has been televised
oh is the addiction strong
season after season
show after show
fresh (and not so fresh) faced
full grown adolescents
pour into audition contests
to be the next great jackass
exhibitionistic behaviors becomes our escapist savior
the light of the stars
searching for our eye

how long is 15 minutes exactly andy?

we will not be satisfied
with what we have
we will not behave appropriately
we will fight and drink
not to mention
lick, suck, fuck and fondle
our way to the top teir trajectory
inching closer to the great green briefcase
as we backstab and strategize
using our friends against themselves

this is the story of what happens
when eight strangers stop being nice
and start being real
when real comprehends to
sending in a audition tape
manufactured moments in life to show the vaguely interesting
twenty minutes of their day
that tape lands you in a house paid for by the media machine
not to mention alcohol and cigarettes
not to furthermore mention a job handily provided
and taped as the wall of niceties crumbles
as the bubble wrap is popped on
freshly wrapped concepts of
american polite,educated society
(news flash: the actual educated polite americans move to europe)

how can we evolve spiritually and politically as a nation
when misery and buffoonery
serve as primary forms of entertainment
colloquium of conglomeration

well sir, if i may use the term loosely,
you've made quite the inconceivable ass of yourself on national television
too bad no one will hire you
being that they've now seen what an alcoholic,
bipolar, spotlight hungry, screaming diva you are
i've got quite the grand idea
why don't you come host a night of binge drinking at my overrated, overpriced nightclub
i mean, it does seem to be the only area you excel at
drinking excessively at trendy hotspots
and we need a boost in business
the ladies will just throw themselves at you

oh where did the educated americans go
(they went to europe)
they're not writing poetry
for poetry in america is dead
at least i still am
for the time that i'm stuck here in the states
maybe i'm writing poetry that decries the same show that i clamor to every wednesday
maybe i got stoned and made some sort of audition tape
hoping to be a sane voice amongst the blithering idiots
or maybe i'm just the animal in hiding
innocent deer nibbling on the grass
cute, elegant, passerby's delight
in a costume getup
wolf in disguise
sarcastic, didactic, a touch oh so flamboyant
seeking to channel his distaste
by abusing the system himself
swinging from brass ring to silver, to cynical star
oh how the self-important have fallen
oh it could be worse

i could be searching for love in all the encrusted places
eight different seasons amounting hundreds of faces
love forced in mere weeks
leads to failed marriage
schedule a new show, and watch them destruct
oh wiat, here's another one
we have some camera film left over!
let's build them back up
do try to arrange a cliffhanger ending
our fall line-up seems a bit soft
show after show give the hopefuls new games
recycle your pawns across the chessboard of fame
schadenfreude is virtue
in half-lives of housewives
as the gossip rags transform our celebrities
our actors, our singers,
and someday you and me
as free entertainment
free market property
reality television obsession
escapist passionate mind fucking sex
you gladly dip your tongue into the mouth of the devil
he beats your compassion
and he rapes your sensibilities
oh but his red pointy cock feels so nice lodged in my tight little ass
your dick-tipped addiction it spirals deeper than his thrust
mind and anus dethroned in channel surfing wanderlust

I WILL NOT ACCEPT YOUR ROD
TO THE ENTRANCE OF MY VIRGIN HOLE

I WILL THINK
I WILL SPEAK
I WILL WRITE
I WILL SING
for the fires of creation
for original detail

alas, the housewife
resolve not as strong as me
she compares her life to the
celebutante, debutante queen
paparazzi captures their
every move so you can digest
your own tedious life
those mundane and obviously unimportant tasks of
caring for children
providing for families
living well within their means
observing the outcome of a dream they never chased
or even had for that matter
until they realized for some reason
they were stuck in such an awful rut
if you wanted it so bad
you should have made your run at it
instead read a book
obtain some knowledge
aside from what so and so wore to the goddamn oscars
get involved with politics
take up a hobby that enhances your mind
as opposed to your thighs
we are lacking
we are losing

i am moving to France
i am disgusted with how we stare
at the ticking time bombs dance

the green gentleman's economic proposal

green leaves
like the grass rose to greet dawn's gentle touch
picked by the discerning eyes of choice
diligent workers from dawn to dusk
but you wouldn't complain much
to the men carrying assault rifles
now would you?

black market nature
underground sanctity
our providers revered yet reviled
they stood on street corners
under the vaguely attentive eyes of law
to provide your nightly fix
pick your poison
don't forget to pay your pied piper

are you supposed to tip the green gentleman
or should your runoff be saved
for the eventual pizza man

an economy shot to hell and back
by cowboy reckless guns
under day messiah
blake in streetlamp lights

a state lies connected yet separate
feels the sting of an actor underprepared for his new role
his only apparent forte seems to be destruction
not a sleeper hit by any means more or less the armchair champion
dividing state lines to collective policies

mr president
oh great harbinger of change and hope
you are ignoring your proverbial cash cow
the udders are sore and aching for attention
you're sitting on a pile of gold
painfully unawares
movie stars and sponsored hedonists
our two favorite obsessions
in a land of moral depravity
walk cash in hand
to dispensary heavens

the weed grew through the cracks
in the pavement system floor
to sedate the minds of millions
with the income amounting in the billion
rising smoke in the senate chambers
happily consumed behind their closed armory doors
narcotic hypocrisy
illegal medications
while the pharmacies are singing their chemical compositions
to recreate the same effects of a sweet tender leaf
adding multiple side effects
unnatural suicidal tendencies
yet litigate nature
to a vilified state

personally i'm much calmer in her arms
cradled well indeed
i float amongst their air and interwebs
connection to intelligent conversations
highly imminent

all transactions final
cash in hand
billions of currency faces
exchanges glances in shadows

we do so love our taxations and representations
represent, no, respect our right to enjoy life
what fast paced life you thrive in
as i slowly strum guitar string
pledging my devotion
stillness is the movement
that my leaf inspires in me

have i slipped through the crack?
fallen between the congressional pavement
has my beautiful rose grown in the ghetto?
take us off the street they scream form outside underfunded building projects
make out trade legit
give us storefront security
and a case of wares
edible and topical
not to mention the smokeables
imagine the possibilities
of a world easily relaxed
no need for our perceived excess
just take your hit
and appreciate the peace in the air
life paced for pleasure

all in all america loves their green gentleman
why not turn the natural leaves into government paper
and ease our social conscience

Monday, August 10, 2009

wolf cloud

nothing is truly as it seems

time loses all meaning

important passages glossed over

lost in the forest of the mind

navigate your minefield


the dark knight waits beyond the courtyard

castle walls not easily scaled

fight him

for this is more than mere dream


do not fear

it will devour you alive

be not pessimistic

floundering beneath the weight of your doubts

let your vibes connect

seek only the positive


i am the wolf

sensitive skin turned to bristling fur

feel past the evil

turn to the calming wind

feel the breeze of the forest

your ancestors will join you

strip to your skins

there is no danger ahead


natural water not artificially purified

rather collected from mother sky


become the bear?


nature has challenged your spirit

bear or deer

force or grace

choose the latter

walkabout

feel the leaves crunch beneath your feet

as paws once again grow long in the sun

feel the fur sprout up from every pore

my once meek mouth now elongated

i am the pack leader

an entourage

a walking gang

call it more brotherhood unto the fang

have we de-evolved

or have we transcended the ethereal plateau

animalistic primal instinct

fell the snowflakes peppering your coat

free and pleased

to roam with ease

the pack

the pride

a unit of brothers

we live together

we die together

laugh

cry

theoreticize

till time's bitter end


a lifetime together

at a momentary glance


we went above the clouds

returned with stone tablets in hand

the clock is melting

and the colors dance as they blend

let the waves roll you about


four unique visions

four unique minds

brothers via distant mothers

bonds unbreakable

forged in stone

we are the proud

all wounds shall heal

as they are forgotten


the waves are cresting now

calm slowly descends upon the sands of time

sand-castle feet to pail-bucket skull

skin flourishes over the red and white

muscle and bone

a rebirth of the mind

in conjunction with the body

baptism by fire

the dancing flames sweetly suckle at the nape of your neck

bask in radiant warmth

positively floating in the air

no filter on our mouths

clear path to our souls

no frills or put on airs

bare bones no sheath

the voice of true self squeezes out from behind eased teeth


this is our connection

our cocoons have been abandoned

we spread our wings together

and fly towards nirvana