You are a part of me Chicago

I let you put your seed into me as a young boy

Eighteen years later I blossomed into you

I smoke reefer in your green parks

I fuck in your apartment buildings and dormitories

…….

And in your green parks

I drink at your bars

And then ride the El for hours

Drunken stupor sleep on the blue line

 

This is Clarke and Lake!

This is O'Hare!

This is Clark and Lake!

How the fuck did I get back here?

 

Chicago I have molested your astral body

You welcomed my cock with loving embrace

You had planned accordingly

Laying out the tracks for the swift might of my inbound train

Plowing through the dark underbelly of your sweet 'nethers

 

I have slipped my tongue into your soft pink flesh

 

Your taxicab fingers running up and down my spine

Pull my hair as I amble stoned drunk deeper within you!

Draw blood from my back with your brick-tipped nails!

SLAP ME AGAIN

in the mouth

HARD!

Choke me 'till I turn Blue!

Pull my hair!

Break my flesh goddamnit!

Make me scream your name in the orgasmic bliss I feel every time I enter your humble abode

 

Nobody will ever fuck me like you do

 

I came all over myself at the sight of your streetlamps

I came within you when you draped your steel legs over my shoulders

I came when the police beat me after I left your apartment with a bag of weed

You know I do love a good beating

 

Chicago why won't you love me back?

just listened to While You Wait For The Others

by super buzz band Grizzly Bear

think this should be a hit song

i think America would find this to be "Authentic"

i mean, c'mon bro,

this is super chill

can't wait for this train to take off

can't believe i went all the way to O'Hare

think I'm going to miss Beach House

hope i get there before they play

quiet chance to start my tab

i only drink PBR, you know that

doesn't it just epitomize my blue collar roots?

you know, regardless of growing up in suburbia

Oh, you like my flannel shirt and wool hat?

I got them from U.O. of course

I feel like it connects me with my inner self

I have these vivid past memories of a former life

I remember being a sheep herding dog in the mountain lands

oh but the cardigan i was wearing the other day?

that's representative of my current life as a Chicago elite

i mean, I'm just so informed

hold on i have to stop at this atm

need to see if the 'rents sent my rent

the best part of rolling your own cigs

is not only the extra cash,

but you can use that extra cash to go green and roll mixers

i think that's why i missed my train

smoked two on the drive

all organic tobacco too

cancer's better if it's organic

so glad to be 21 and in art school

everyone will read my poetry

and elect me mayor

and i'll be the president poet laureate

and the world will be Authentically peaceful

universal health care and schooling

a new age in cultural relevancy

it'll be like one a big version of France now

guess I'm the future of the world

stoned on a train in Chicago

Past Reality

Divergence of self
Converging past tense
To get where you're going
Forget what you came from
The drugs the sex the parties the booze
The city is calling
Behind the mountains loom

Ahh the recluse of romance
She waits just beyobd the grasp of my wringing hands
Patiently pictured on the pewter coasts
Outstreched hand of love and infinare devotion
Separated from mine lonely wringing hands
No less than thousand miles
Either direction of where my tomb rests
To the north
To the east
To the west
Lest us not forget the south
Lovers every way the wind blows
Kisses traversed through jetstream journeys
Oh how i beg the four winds
Blow the victor of my heart's lonely race
To where i am stuck to stay

Lakeside Lover (Happy Birthday Angela)

someday you will be more than a mere wish

made beside the moss grown fat on flat weathered rocks

jutting forth from the murky depths

teeth in the mouth

of the man

fallen from the moon

gentle lapping waves wash over

your shimmering smooth surface

as the sun fades into the horizon

somewhere my lakefront lover

shares sighs carried betwixt longing hearts

shares sighs carried on the back of autumn's gentle breeze

oh wherefore art thou, thine juliet

why must i wait alone in anguish

why are you not beside me

hair blown delicate by the current of air

whilst the waves crash o'er rocks

saliva cresting over stone teeth

saliva encapsulated behind ours

travels between tongues

coming to rest in combining of two

behind one glorious lakefront sunset

i wait for your wet embrace

i beg you keep me waiting not longer

for with absence the heart grows fond

but my soul weeps salt-capped tears

until your fair arrival

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