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From out of the heavens, they sing all the truths,
about the generosity and fear of others.
About the depths of pity,
atop the mountains of ambition.
About the roads that cross between
but never through heaven and hell.
They cried in joy! They sung of
those who woke up and saw they were alive.
They wept about the isolation,
the isolation we give ourselves, and others.
They sing! And amongst the unimpeachable noise,
only the quietest voice is heard.
It says, “Be calm, and know you are loved.
Those who can not see you know you are there.”
Howard walked onto the stage in front of all of his peers, and spoke into the microphone.
“Our world is facing a crisis. We’ve all heard the articles about nuclear missiles, greenhouse gasses, disease, poverty, etcetera. We’ve heard about these problems, but there’s one we haven’t considered.”
Howard paused for dramatic effect. “Intangibility. These are problems that don’t have any form in the physical world. Why solve these problems? Because, how can we expect to solve real problems if we can’t solve ones that don’t exist. A lot of people approach me and ask, “Why study fake things?” First of all, I don’t like to call these things “fake.” I prefer to call them “non-real.””
The audience let out a small chuckle. “My second point was, “Why does a unicorn only have one horn, anyways?” The answer of course, is that they don’t.”
At that remark, Howard let
They stole my loneliness,
my precious, precious loneliness.
They watched and listened to my words.
recorded them, made transcripts,
and sent them over the wires.
Everybody read them intently,
because now that I might
have said something incriminating.
And then I realized I had the spotlight,
So I opened my mouth to speak,
and they went back to ignoring me.
Nobody was interested in my motives,
only the incidents that surrounded me.
Haiku Set 2
You are ugly. Your
children are really ugly.
Do I have the job?
My YouTube comments
somehow got dumber. I need
an oxygen tank.
Something smells in this
house. Did you remember to
feed the fucking cat?
The chest is solid
mahogany, oh, and the
feet are leopards’ feet.
Look at me, with the
lampshade on my head! I’m drunk!
I’ve NO dignity.
I hate to work. I’d
rather play video games!
Do I have the job?
Smells like chicken soup.
My nose must have chicken soup
in it. I’m not smart.
are nice, but it hurts when I
try to put them out.
I ate too many
Cheetos, now my asshole has
turned a bright orange.
I have too many
clothes on my floor, guess I’ll just
burn them or something.
Sorry, there’s a smudge
on my tie. How’d that get there?
Do I have the job?
Dali, did you melt
ALL the fucking clocks? What’s with
Man With A Gun
So he found my wallet,
and gave it back to me.
My money was gone,
so I yelled at him.
Then he gave me his own money,
to replace the missing money,
so I punched him.
He apologized and I kicked him.
I hurt my foot kicking him,
I couldn’t walk home anymore,
so he offered me a cab ride home.
I put him through a window.
He kept me company all the way back,
while I screamed at him non-stop
for the duration of the trip.
Then when we got to my apartment,
he opened the door for me
and I shot him.
You have to understand, officer,
it’s the WAY he did it.
Below the rusty chain link fence
kids found an empty parking lot.
the air around was warm and dense,
the ground below was scalding hot.
The parking lot stretched miles away,
you couldn’t see the other side,
just heat waves flowing like the tide,
so they decided they should play.
They ran between the faded lines,
played tag until their legs were sore.
They dangled from the parking signs,
Not knowing what they’re hanging for.
The clouds above grew dark and grey,
The kids decided they should stay,
but not without a little pain.
The kids were hit by bullet rain.
The faded pavement turned jet black
There was no cover in the park,
They couldn’t hide from the attack,
just watch the pavement turning dark.
The rain cleared up and on the ground
Reflecting pools infinity,
Along with crimson and its sound
they marveled at the trinity.
They left the lot with no more light
And jumped the fence with no resistance.
What an amazing little sight,
A thousand headlights in the distance.
And The Rain Spoke
I looked outside,
maybe I didn’t need to,
and I saw the rain,
dotting the ground
in a brilliant lattice.
And so I stopped the
humming fans in my room,
and I heard the faintest sound
of a billion drops,
begging to be heard.
They whispered to me,
Can you hear it?
There is no reason,
there is only sound.
Sound, and those
who notice it.
And if you’re careful,
you can feel the world
like it was tied to your feet.
So listen closely…
I looked into the sky,
and I saw through the blackness,
a moon trying to peek through the clouds
forming a blue halo
around a patch of grey.
I looked into the sky,
and there were the islands,
around the moon,
the halo shining off of them,
trying desperately to hit each patch,
giving each greyness it’s own light,
and these thousands of islands
shined down on me.
And then I saw the whale,
Its tail poking through the locked clouds.
It seemed to circle the halo,
forever looking away.
There was the whale,
and I could only watch.
And the sun glowed a deep red,
just enough to color the inside
of the room a deep mahogany,
stripes of color on the walls.
And the clouds formed in the distance,
just enough to cradle the sunset.
And as if by magic, the rain fell down,
undisturbed by any wind,
undisturbed by any thoughts.
And I watched in great longing,
wondering what the world has
left for me to witness,
for even if I can not leave this room,
I can see everything just outside.
I watch as the color fades from the sky,
and the mahogany turns a brilliant lapis,
and then to nothing.
As the clouds reflect the last gasp of magenta,
As the world fades to black, the rain dies down,
reflecting what little color remains,
and then I turn on the lights.
When Stars CollapseThis is how you bespeckled my bones
with bewilderment: you kissed hushed heart
whispers and slumbering secrets
into my fingertips. You infused awe
into my joints, causing me
to ask how snowflakes got their
shape and how long would it take
to get from the Sun to Capella.
You taught me that energy is neither
created or destroyed; stars do not die.
Eyes washed with emerald sorrows you
told me that they evolve, they change
into something entirely different,
or not so different.
I now know we are made of the same
particles as someone or something else.
We began someplace together.
We're made of so much more than "star-stuff",
we are made of each other.
two.send messages in their
little notes that
i love you.
i miss you.
where have you gone.
and i'll take them,
fill them up with
send them back, across
to the other side.
i'll send you a postcard...
wish you were here.
because i'm not coming back.
fil(l)edthey chipped away at you,
clasping you tight with
ceramic grasps and art class
filing you down,
filling you up;
trying to make you
they gasp, reflect
edit, edit, edit,
unmask your already
for the sake of perfection
in hale exhalations.
lurks a step from
and you're not quite sure
whether their machinations,
their clutching neophiliac
search for the ideal
has made you greater
The Breaths Between Usi'm minutes away
from the collision site
the breaths between us
and the lost time
clock guts, sprung
our hallway uncoils
his walnut lean
i'm seconds away
from the before
of our near-miss
the beads of air
and the imperfections of
in a rumored heart
a stuttering mass
this broken belled
has lost hold
of the lives we live
its skullsong rings
the same vibration
In a world with no mercy
Day after day
Until the end
The day I die
And then maybe
I'll find some peace
I am me. Who are you?I am fragments
of every person
I've met; every
memory made; every
bond formed and tie broken.
I am an orchestra
of people's opinions;
each snide comment
each casual remark
each passing compliment
I am a library
of forgotten lies
and fake smiles
and empty promises.
I am a sky of hope;
filled with stars
which carry the wishes
of the people I have encountered
I am never alone
for their influence will forever
taint my soul and
remind me of their hopes,
dreams and pain.
This is who I am.
Who are you?
Love comes in so many forms,
growing and changing swiftly with the ages.
A mama recording her sons first walk to her husband over seas with a shaky camera.
"It's only a storm," the big brother says to his sister whiles he takes out the instant hot chocolate.
A teenager opening her slammed door, ready to admit to her parents she doesn't hate them.
On a worn blanket, a college kid handing his boyfriend a rose, hoping it will be enough.
Girls squealing as they throw their diplomas up into air and go out into the real world together.
A father proudly patting his wife's baby bump, a first miracle.
A women kissing her father goodbye as she turns off the machine that keeps him alive.
A middle aged chemistry teacher handing back a failing student a A+ paper.
An older couple holding hands, content with the knowledge of the mountains they've overcome together.
Love extends past the page, from my hand into others souls.
on remembering to breathe:i.
you can't hold it in for forever.
your lungs weren't
made to bear the weight
of this world, they weren't made
to left unexpanded
and unexplained -
it is not phenomenon that wakes you
when paralysis hits in the
night, it is physiology telling you that
not everything happens on automatic, okay?
(at least not for always)
you're born like a time bomb, with
only so many beats of
your heart in place to tick away day by day -
your words, they're the same.
there's a time limit
on your tongue, so say something that
means something - use words
that dig in and rip out hearts, use words that
curl around your fingers and worm their
way into your soul.
use words to make something
beautiful. something remembered.
never leave three things
left unsaid because they can be three
words that mean everything -
i'm not telling you to save your breath.
i'm begging you not to waste it.
sing. sing enough to take your breath
away because even though
it leaves you gasping, it fills up that
Things I Learned From Movies
Things I learned from movies:
Inception: Your dreams should be for you alone.
The Sting: Everyone who isn’t specifically with you is specifically against you.
Dr. Strangelove: Go out in style.
Fight Club: Be yourself.
Dead Poets Society: “Carpe Diem” is Latin for “Fuck it up.”
The Sixth Sense: Be the first to open a dialogue to address problems in relationships.
Pulp Fiction: Clean and sterilize all family heirlooms.
Goodfellas: Choose freedom instead.
One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest: Choose jail instead.
Memento: Do whatever you want, really.
Se7en: Eat light.
Fargo: Proper maintenance is essential in all cutting appliances with moving parts.
The Shining: Booze is occasionally a good answer.
American Beauty: Be sure to litter. Freaks love that stuff.
There Will Be Blood: All existential crises can be solved with your own bowling alley.
A Clockwork Orange: The government exists solely to screw everything up.
Die Hard: The media exists solely to screw
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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