Thursday, September 27, 2012

Modern Death Trap


Based off what you're telling me, you no longer believe in magic.
you have chosen to be forgotten
you have chosen to be fatigued.

Based off what I'm seeing, your a dying soul, a fogged out rainbow
greying out of the spectrum.

I'll pity you tomorrow
Im too busy sniffing flowers.

Come to me next week and I'll have your color pallette ready

I'll rub it in your face, your skin
I'll cover you with petals and daffodillies.

There now, go to sleep
rest your eyes
become obsolete

Rest your head, never wake up
your trapped in a world of grime and muck

This is what you have chosen.
this is what you believe.
leave me to my fairies, I'll be seeing you beneath the trees.

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Lapses


  PLEASE NOTE: DIALOGUE MUST BE READ IN A BRITISH ACCENT. 

and she, in dismay, said to him
                    "Benjamin, just who do you think you are sitting there with your dick out like that?!"
Annabella knew right away that what she said wasn't valid.

                  "aww come on Beli, you know what a cheater smells like now dont you?"

"thats enough! go straight to your bedroom!"

                 "Im sorry bub, but we are still in this chariot, got a few more streets and alleys to be wobblin on."

no words. the door slams.

             "go on then ya cunt. off with your head"


               
           

Friday, September 21, 2012

Framework




Law of Gravity




we came up from the beach at night
the bridge doomed under a sheet of fog- orange glowing.
the bus horned down the hill like a life size slug storming to get me.
i stood up, staggering with fleet and flight. arms up in surrender.
i was told to just sit down;wave them off.
the raccoons kept staring. a thousand pairs of eyes reflecting off my lights.
i ran but the pavement kept on moving.
we were droogs in the night bending backwards and forwards possessed with heaving laughter.
we pulsated under streetlights.
we melted on walls.
we sat in silence as colorful sweat dribbled down our faces.
our eyes rolled back.
the clock struck midnight as we struggled to count our cash
we ventured to the bus stop and waited.
there, a hopeless man kept on pounding his chest; testosterone flying in the air.
i merely took the greens he offered and left.
thanks.
i was late for a meeting on the next corner.
the appointment commenced.
a bump of life swept through us. back in the realm we were again.
the bus driver nodded, pupils as big as dimes.
dooms day.
i need to get off on 6th.



Salinas


I woke up in a place called Salinas where i moved to the seats with the faced out table.
seating was tight but luckily i snagged a good pair of empty chairs.
I watched the girl as she hugged the man next to her.
she walked through the bus nervous, i told her to sit next to me.
i’d rather her than the old man before her or the cholo after her.
i wanted to ask her about her relationship with that man
but she seemed reserved as we pulled out onto Stone Street past the Holy Mary Church
“yo estoy en los estados unidos” it read.
i figured perhaps she didn’t speak much english.
i wondered where her final destination was and for how long she will be missed
how long will she be thinking about that man
i wondered how they met; and as we passed all the used auto sale lots, i decided to keep her story a mystery.
Salinas- an farm town in the middle of buttfuck, nowhere was her love story
i just saved her a seat.

Thursday, September 20, 2012

The Transport

being one in the many makes me feel alive
riding trains and getting lost in the sea of faces as each cell host passes by
engulfed into this membrane of unity-not fully unified- but together we ride the veins that feed this life
this backdrop behind me with pure raw vibe…alone it stands.
alone we stand.stand and deliver the image of what we want to happen today.
against pillars and posts
hiding out in a shadowy host
we remember today as the sad feelings of tomorrow
said nester
what is the still mind in a moving box?
transporting itself back to the center
we ride trains into the tunnels of our minds. hide out for the day and listen to the drops echo in high resonance splash into the emptiness with an opaque sound on the mind’s peace.
we pulse around continuously
where and when can we rest? and even then, can we?
like a vacuum to my stress, i venture out of the city to regain the confidence.
take this day like a lark. take this day like a plunge.


Large Glass Windows

large glass windows surround my house
making the tips of my bones chill
as if im in some far away, desolate land, covered in ice.
but im only here in LA.
its official the world is ending. just saying. but im in love and thats all that matters right?
HA.


abeadedloom

stencils of my mind are placed onto parchment paper
they slide off the wax like bold black drops of ink
they roll and wobble to the perimeter of which jagged teeth have bitten the sheet
thouroughly slipping. thouroughly off. complete.
a flicker instant shadow peers over  drawn lines
confused of which is north and which is south; tangled in yarn and straws of twine.
configure me a format of what you think is necessary
for me to harness and cultivate like grapes of wrath and frida's portrait of sorrow and conformity.