Deplore (poem)
I sit in my room constantly
Unable to close my eyes
I sit here and wonder
How did I fail in all those attempted tries
I guess what people say is true
“Life isn’t fair”
Because the more I try
The more you aren’t there
You say that you are here for me
I have yet to see when
Every time things seem better
Things all fall down again
So here is another poem
This one about my only deplore
I love you so much
But I can’t take it anymore
I feel so neglected
When I see my feelings thrown
How can a house feel like home
When you’re always so alone
How can you say you love me
When you give someone else all your time
And you hurt me so much
That I can put it in a rhyme
The bond we once had
You decided to unfurl
How could you do that
To your only little girl
Another Bad Night
I took a sleeping pill last night.. I was tired of tossing and turning all night thinking about you. I wanted to get some sleep finally for a change.. It seemed like a good idea at the time.. Until I fell asleep..
It was there I found you… I wasn’t up all night, tossing and turning, thinking about you. I was passed out, still tossing and turning, dreaming of you..
I used to enjoy those dreams.. I used to want to sleep forever, for it was my only way of being with you..
But I cannot fool myself any longer.. Not even in my sleep… For when I dream of you I know now that I am dreaming. It’s agony..
I shouldn’t have taken that pill… That dream was taunting.. Mocking me.. Making fun of me.. Showing me a world I long for so bad, a life I would give anything for.. if only you would have me.. But you won’t..
and no matter what I do, no matter how well I know this.. I cannot shake this feeling.. I wanted to wake up so badly.. But I couldn’t… and when I finally did, I woke up here.. Alone and crying..
I love you so much, so much more than you can ever see.. and it still kills me that after all this time I still love you.. I still need you. I still can’t believe you are gone, and I should be fine by now, but I’m not.. How can I be? If I could let myself believe in soul mates, mine would be you… but I cannot let myself believe because I cannot have you..
The funny thing is.. When you read this, I am not even sure if you will know that I am talking about you.. I suffer so much without you, so lost… Trying so hard to keep myself together, but forever being torn without you.. and I don’t even think you realize it.
my past two weeks
My, how just a few days can change everything. Just a few days ago I was joking about writing a book about the various flavors of Ramen noodles. I’ve already had 15. However, that was two weeks ago. Two weeks ago I was a temp worker; a temp worker with a fan-fucking-tastic resume. I had been working in a bakery not quite in, but very near the “ghetto” of Rochester NY. Some degenerate dirtbag mother fucker stole my titanuim frame race bike from the bakery the day of Critical Mass. For those of you that dont know Critical Mass is a group ride for everyone in any major city. Its the last friday of the month. Payday. That was the day I found out my bike was gone. So I walked home from “the hood” as it’s known. Then I found out that that particular day was the last day of my temp assignment. The secretary.
LiLo
as soon as she sees it she wants it is entitled to it while she is stealing it she begins elaborate lie everybody knows if she truly wants it she has means everybody knows she is gorgeous movie actress celebrity starlet awesome accessory genius she convinces herself she did not steal it the darling delicate chain with finely crafted handcuff clasp and accompanying key she wears it effortlessly just another imperial trifle hanging around her exquisite throat she has no idea how it got there she may have a drug problem a little dizzy even careless but she is no thief what with her magnificent beauty idyllic body prominent discography why would anyone accuse her she is submerged in deep denial why with so much to lose and absolutely nothing but tiny shimmering embellishment to gain why do tell would anyone point a finger at her she probably wasn’t even ever there at that dicey store she never tried on the astronomically overpriced bling it may have been her dodgy handlers or stylist’s suspect mismanagement and subsequent loan hypothesis she is positively not a thief it’s too insignificant an item to squabble about a mere gold necklace the whole incident ridiculously overblown cruel in fact she hates the miserable paltry piece of jewelry here take it back she insists it never graced her illustrious neck if anything perhaps a cheap ploy by Venice Beach shop to enhance it’s value oh the genuine necklace that she stole
who shot Gabby Giffords
o darling oh wohw ohhh dar-ling oh wohw wohw wohw dahrrr-leeeing some gunman walked into the mall
who shot Gabby Giffords? why what’s the reason for I said Sarah Palin with my cross-hair target I shot Gabby Giffords who saw her fall? I said gun laws people with my little eye I saw her fall who caught her blood? I said Daniel Hernandez who placed pressure to her wound with my finger caught her blood who shot Gabby Giffords? why what’s the reason for who’ll make the shroud? I said Cochise County ranchers pressuring for tougher Mexican border laws I’ll make the shroud with my thread and needle who’ll interpret what she stood for? I said Tea Party constituents with my pick and shovel I’ll dig her grave who shot Gabby Giffords? why what’s the reason for who’ll be the minister? I said Washington lobbyists with my little book I’ll be the minister who’ll be the clerk? I said the media if it’s not in the dark I’ll be the clerk who’ll carry Twitter I’ll fetch it in a minute I’ll carry the link who shot Gabby Giffords? why what’s the reason for who’ll be chief mourner? I said American people I mourn for my love I’ll be chief mourner who shot Gabby Giffords? why what’s the reason for who’ll carry the consequence? I said destitute lost their homes to Wall Street banks if it’s not through the night I’ll carry the moment who’ll bear the sadness? We said the world both man and woman We’ll bear sadness who shot Gabby Giffords? why what’s the reason for who’ll sing a psalm? I said the poet as she sat on her bush I’ll sing a psalm who’ll toll the bell? I said factory worker because I can pull I’ll toll the bell for all people of the land fell a-sighing a-sobbing when they heard the bell toll for poor Gabby Giffords. who shot Gabby Giffords? why what’s the reason for some gunman walked into the mall 9 mm Glock in his hand shot a bullet through her head 13 wounded 6 dead including little 9 year old girl Christina-Taylor Green who shot Gabby Giffords? why what’s the reason for
marching bands make me cry i don’t know why they’re so dazzling beautiful fun playing their instruments marching in uniformed unison they melt my heart eyes wet with sadness joy who shot Gabby Giffords? some gunman walked into the mall
eph you see kay
eph you see kay etouffee if you see Kay tell her a catawampus catahoula hound hog dog crossed bayou levee last night all right what did you say if you see Kay tell her a catawampus catahoula hog dog crossed the levee last night all right i heard what you said the first time why you got to repeat eph you see kay you fucking fucker fuck what? what did you say you fucking fucker fuck heard you the first time you suck a dick a prick a dildo hello stop end begin believe conceive create no thank you i already ate what? what did you say begin believe conceive create no thank you i already ate quit fucking repeating yourself you fucking fuck hole hello stop end begin believe conceive create eph you see kay etouffee if you see Kay tell her a catawampus catahoula hog dog crossed the levee last night all right
the renown physicist dressed in brown wool suit brown leather laced shoes white shirt burgundy knitted tie wild curly graying hair climbed the stairs walked across the stage stood at the lectern adjusted narrow support pole height reached down into brown leather briefcase retrieved his thesis concerning the relative theory of everything tapped microphone composed his posture made a guttural sound clearing his throat looked out at packed full auditorium it became evident to the distinguished audience the renown physicist’s fly was open and his penis hanging out it was unanimously dismissed as a case of professorial absent-mindedness
all the creatures of the earth (excluding humans) convened for an emergency session the bigger creatures talked first grizzly bears stood upright explaining demand for gallbladders bile paws make us more valuable dead than alive sharks testified Asian fisherman cut off our fins for soup then throw us back into the sea to die elephants thumping heavy feet stepped forward yeah poachers kill us for our tusks rhinos concurred yes they kill us for our horns wild Mustang horses neighed about violent round-ups then slaughtered processed for cat food whales complained of going deaf from submarine sonar tests then sold for meat many dolphins sea turtles tuna swordfish sea bass smaller fish swam forward pleading about getting caught in long line nets barbed baited hooks over-fished colonies chimpanzees described nightmares of being stolen from their mom’s when they are very young then used in research labs for horrible tests song birds chirped about loss of their habitats land tortoises spoke in gentle voices about being wiped out for housing developments saguaro cactuses dropped their arms in discouragement masses of penguins solemnly marched in suicidal unison to edge of melting icebergs polar bears and seals wept honey bees buzzed colony collapse disorder bats flapped about white nose syndrome coyotes and wolves howled lonesome prairie laments the session grew gloomy with heart-wrenching unbearable sadness sobbing crying then a black mutt dog spoke up my greyhound brothers and sisters and all my family of creatures i sympathize with your hurt but it is important to realize there are people who care love us want to protect us not all humans are ravenous carnivores or heartless profiteers a calico cat crept alongside black dog and rubbed her head against his chest an old gray mare admitted her love for a race horse jockey who died years ago a bluebird sang a song suddenly lots more creatures advanced with stories of human kindness Captain Paul Watson Madeleine Pickens Jane Goodall a redwood tree named Luna testified about Julia Butterfly Hill the winds clouds sky discussed concerns by Al Gore lots and lots of other names were mentioned and the whole tone of the meeting changed every one agreed they needed to wait and see what the next generation of people would do whether humans would acknowledge the cruelties threats of extinction and learn grow figure out ways to sustain mother earth father sky then the meeting let out just as the sun was rising on a new day
there is a cemetery in Paris named Père Lachaise buried there are the remains of Jim Morrison Oscar Wilde Richard Wright Karl Appel Guillaume Apollinaire Honoré de Balzac Sarah Bernhardt the empty urn of Maria Callas Frédéric Chopin Colette Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot Nancy Clara Cunard Honoré Daumier Jacques-Louis David Eugène Delacroix Isadora Duncan Paul Éluard Max Ernst Suzanne Flon Loie Fuller Théodore Géricault Yvette Guilbert Jean Ingres Clarence Laughlin Pierre Levegh Jean-François Lyotard Marcel Marceau Amedeo Modigliani Molière Yves Montand Pascale Ogier Christine Pascal Édith Piaf Marcel Proust Georges Seurat Simone Signoret Gertrude Stein Louis Visconti Maria Countess Walewska and many other extraordinary souls it is rumored at late dusk their ghosts climb from graves gather drink fine brandy from costly crystal glasses smoke fragrant cigars and once a year on November 2 party hard all night culminating in deliriously promiscuous sexual orgy it’s difficult to know what the truth is since the dead don’t talk or do they
thoughts remembrances while packing for Chicago
2010 one last remark about Mom she’s never had faith or trust in me she always doubts redirects me when i was little she continuously blamed me accusing me of being sick needing a psychiatrist at age 20 my parents committed me for disciplinary reasons to the Institute of Living a psychiatric hospital in Hartford Connecticut in a locked ward for 4 months Mom and Dad discouraged my aspirations to succeed as a painter/writer arguing the impracticality of my decision they thumbs downed Bayli even today she undermines my efforts to love protect her she scolds me for asking permission from my cousin Chris to allow his son Maynard to fly down here and help me pack then drive up to Chicago so i might get to know Maynard on a road trip she instructs hire professional packers for a $100. they’ll be glad to help you pack Mom has always stood in the way of my choices decisions Continue reading
dick-wad in background hollers name-dropper name-dropper
if i was a pearl i’d feel itchy scratchy stuck inside an oyster shell if i was a tree i’d be a big fat redwood fantasizing about Julia Butterfly Hill living and peeing around me if i was a dog i’d be a Catahoula hound if i was Italian i’d be Sicilian if i was pasta i’d be spaghetti if i was Icelandic i’d be Bjork if i was a rock star i’d be Elvis Presley Bob Dylan Jimi Hendrix Jim Morrison John Lennon Bruce Spingsteen Maynard James Keenan if i was i writer i’d be Herman Melville Mark Twain James Continue reading
the road not taken and sorry i could not travel both
in my dreams there always is a woman beside me talking touching flirting with me looking out for me making love with me standing up lying down for me loving playing dancing accompanying me but in real life there is no one i wake from sleep and there is nobody a bed empty of amity why do my dreams feel more real fulfilled with love companionship intimacy than my real life which is void of a partner i scratch my hand it starts to bleed is that real yes i am old my skin tears easily yet it feels like a dream why is my skin so thin when did i get so old why is it 4 AM and there is no one but me i want to believe linger live in my dreams laugh play make love with her forget my real life where is my partner but there were other times in my awake life when my dreams were all nightmares what am i supposed to believe this existence is a long disturbing journey with magnificent swirling colors faces bodies sounds echoing ticklish laughter chomping on carrots celery what is real what is time who are my parents who am i have i totally lost it what was it that i once had what did i lose i’m confused where is she the woman in my dreams who accompanies me lives works sleeps showers makes love with me my companion lover where is she where have i strayed
if i was a girl
if i was a girl i wouldn’t shave i’d be a tomboy ballerina with upper body muscles maybe a jock or surfer girl smell a little subtle i’d be tough learn to take a punch but i’d also be fragile sensitive intelligent i’d dress down like female ducks gray beige brown yet wear thongs boots bikinis heals girl stuff if i was a girl i’d be freaked out by menstruation and even more freaked out by menopause depressed Continue reading
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Cars
I’m sitting at a bus stop watching the cars go by as I wait for the bus. The sound of noisy cars and street ambiance slowly cross-fade to the voices of two people walking towards the small bus shelter. One of them, a woman, sits down right next to me, at which point her conversation with the man she is with suddenly comes into coherence. Continue reading


