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10.06.2019
fake (n.)
foolishly fragmented fortunate fixated faithless fantasies famished from fraudulent finicky fickle facts frankly frequently formed forgetfully, formally fermented, frustratedly frozen, forcibly fractured, fondled fervently, fabricated, fancied, flattened, filtered, financed, fined, fashioned favorably, feasting flirtatiously, feigning fear, forgetting failed, faded, faces, floundering famously, fooled, forfeited, forgotten, formalized formulas foster fraternities, freakishly foul, fossilized, filthy, flaccid factions fearful, failing, fancying familiarity. farewell fallow fields. fuck fixes. fuck firm finishes. fuck fabricated fillers, falsities. fuck falsehoods, forged fictions. fuck flags
11.15.2017
Sameness
Sometimes I look at old photographs to find the things that have stayed the same,
the things that have barely changed.
That storefront that has been reclaimed,
except with a different name.
Sometimes there are people in the frame,
young, fearless, and untamed,
with lofty dreams and aims.
Their brown eyes tell of why they came,
not in the pursuit of eternal fame,
or money and acclaim,
but instead to help others to proclaim,
that words don’t need to be used to maim,
and that smiles can be without shame.
But Time, that hallowed dame,
rather than slowly fanning the flames,
sometimes quickly lays her claim.
08.22.2017
Great Expectations
Great expectations,
with greater condemnation.
Too much aspiration,
paired with too little inspiration.
Words remain saddled,
on the backs of consternation,
of confrontation.
Putrid,
punctual,
and piercing to the soul.
Contempt begets jealousy,
the forefather of complacency.
A cycle of indecency,
marred with periods of fragility.
Such is the cautious,
the careful,
the planners,
most people.
But what of serendipity?
Of casual discovery?
A life not steeped in the waters of eventuality?
There lies humanity,
in all its glory and vanity.
06.19.2016
Above, not under
before the thunder,
before the world torn asunder,
before the care for slips and blunders,
before responsibilities encumbered,
before worry's plunder,
I've always thought about the numbers,
Wonder,
wondered the measure of one's dreams and slumbers,
the amount of winters and summers,
the world's first taste of umber,
the soul filled with hunger,
eyes of the younger,
weaving, waxing, waning tumbler,
stumbling in a waltzing lumber,
steadfast, not outnumbered,
a hunter,
hunting for the hidden juncture,
a puncture,
the aurora in the thunder.
04.15.2015
While waiting for lunch at Petrosino Square Park
The Persian rug rustles under my feet as I step into the Tuscan castle. Marble and Diamond forfeit their silence to the heels climbing the wide and glorious steps beyond the foyer. Her floral dress, pastel green patterned with sunflowers the size of half dollars, dances in the breeze from the parted window at the stair's precipice. What a beautiful melody.
I walk ahead in pursuit, beyond the archways of efflorescenced brick. I find a pair of loveseats dressed in corduroy, blessed with years of experience. The girl in the green dress is nowhere to be found, but her perfume settles in the air. Shelves of silverware march along the walls, while fine wine aged with the grace of cheddar placate the dim earth-toned walls unlit by the metal halides in the ceiling. They are not as beautiful as she.
12.10.2013
Perpetually Undiscovered
Have you ever followed a snowflake until it settled?
Watched it slowly drift,
against gravity's will for it to land
It's quite easy until the end,
When it camouflages with the grain of the rest,
but if you follow it,
crouching,
falling,
kneeling,
placing the warm side of your face,
against the bed of equally warm snow,
just for that moment,
squinting one eye and closing another,
as if a telescope guided your vision to that flake,
you might see just how
snow contradicts rains rippling puddles,
and unlike the pounding alliteration of water,
snow blankets and mutes,
providing a momentary Tabula Rasa,
awaiting the footprints of dreams,
knowing that only if you followed those tracks until their end
will that ephemeral moment come once again.
11.15.2013
Some time
Some time ago I became well acquainted with sadness,
tormented by the shadow of inability,
trailing at the feet of oncology specialists,
upset at the world at its unfairness,
attempting, constantly, to anchor in the turbulent sea,
of drugs, chemotherapy, & developing frailty,
only to discover that signatures and words were plastic,
floating,
weightless,
like that ugly green and clear plastic bag they give you,
"for your personals."
Elsewhere I felt anger towards certain individuals,
for negligence of compassion,
treating sidewalks as canyons and boroughs to be galaxies apart,
where instead,
feet, miles, or even light years were only three words away,
are you alright?
I retained resentment towards my education,
with its late night demands of cultured indecision,
I grew frustrated at people with concocted non-problems,
obscuring suffering into a daily routine,
not knowing the pain,
of gazing into a pair of brown-unfulfilled eyes,
looking back at life,
from a line where even resolve cannot bring you back from,
where desire cannot catch enough breath to continue,
and air is commodity.
Silently, I burrowed myself deeper into grief,
not knowing how long this winter would be,
some time.
11.01.2012
Untitled
Corporate ladders. Swagger.
Chickens get you fatter. Stagger.
One year old phones. Lagger.
Free market paradise. Haggler.
Grocery shop boy. Bagger.
Elementary recess games. Tagger.
Spilled on canvas. Splatter.
Toddler noisemaker. Rattler.
Falafel, hummus, baba ganoush. Platter.
Mad. Hatter.
Mick. Jagger.
Bathroom breaks. Bladder.
Hide and seek. Scatter.
Dark. Matter.
Architectural Monkey. Cadder.
Opera voice. Shatter.
Fire engine. Ladder.
Ripped clothing. Tatter.
Gossip. Chatter.
Compliments. Flatter.
Ever. After.
04.21.2012
Re-heard
Four hundred and fifty five thousand vowels
and you'll have a speech,
but no amount of words you say
can help you to impeach
my sensitivities to consonants.
The continents,
parted by the sea
spells infidelity
of the African sand dues
and Amazonian tress,
yet microscopically,
the alphabet is the same genetically,
you see,
only visually
things are seen differently.
Sometimes your words,
to me,
are left unheard,
but give me time to unscramble your verse,
as my hearing is occasionally adverse,
but be patient and not terse,
please, as I try to reverse,
this curse.
No miscommunication is too difficult to transverse.
11.21.2004
The World is Not So Blue
A moon cloaking itself behind the curtains of clouds,
the cotton of the sky tends to move.
The ghost escapes, and with its remove,
leaks the yellow light abroad
Hidden in the shadow of the blue,
a coin encrypted both front and back.
What the shadow eagles’ curiosity lacks,
the content face shines with a strengthening smile.
Revolutions so constant of the sphere,
optimism of the day,
pessimism in its worst replays.
The population of ideas is exponential
Tarnished by grayness,
the traffic of weather mars the blue purity.
Growth of my inevitable insanity,
is deterred by the morals of my storm’s stories
A dark veil curtains the whole.
A dense mist shrouds with morbidity.
A blind orbit around a reality.
The path has been lost.
A stranger to eternal life.
A poor player with such warm affection embraced,
strikes ice into the eternity of space,
destruction bred from the indulgence to beauty.
The bitter bright half sphere burns,
as its counterpart lurks.
An impossible reality is acquired,
when the beams engulf the appearance in its entirety.
redacted texts, re-writings and new narratives
> zine submission, the uses of sidewalks, 2019 <
> zine publication, the line, 2018 <
> newspaper blackout, 2011 <
