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Archive for March, 2014

Lost On, Lost In The Highway

Today, my journey was the usual,
the daily, each day heading for home,
finding home hidden from me seeing

vegetable stands in bombed buildings,
watching plywood work it’s way
to shelter me from the innocent,

locking me away with crooked beasts
who have steel pipes pulled from
the structure of nothingness, ready to

beat me thoroughly, and I stare 
at the vacant parking lot with black 
sewage toppings, knowing there is no 

warmth, knowing it’s no home of mine 
but wanting to be flattened under the
sewage and the two smashed eggs.

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Strung Up

Motor-mouth machine, what part
of me believes, hopes for happiness
or peace? From mean to easy, neither

works, for punk am I, from the long, wavy
chords in Beethoven’s Number Two, his
weakest, but so powerful, stretching to dive

into a bar of the music and live there,
hide there, never come back, but I am being
a restless dog, first shaking, moving almost

a century to Mahler Number Tnree, and it’s 
here that self-pity reigns and crashes in on the
senses, the false triumphs, dogging my ugly

lack of talent, forcing me back to now 
where nothing can be good, not even
my favorite music. I whisper desires to drop 

dead and slink away as odorless gas, with 
or without music. Mahler, buddy, I am
gone and can’t come back. Scream, Mahler!

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The Bears Are Winning

Crawling bears wade
gracefully, almost inside

the fused pieces of blacktop
as I ask god, my neck like

a garden hose lost in thin,
light clouds which hide

the screaming, fierce opposition,
the devil, please god, intercede

for me, help me discover
my own center, don’t allow

them to drag me to my cubicle,
as terrible music stings my ears,

traffic from neighbors pauses, and my
dusty black car hops on the backs

of the bears, as I feel already roasted,
yes, toasted, unable to jump out,

unable to find my exit.

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