Archive for ‘Minneapolis’

October 10, 2016

fact check

usually when i fact check
it’s from an uninvolved 3rd party.
now that’s usually, just for reference.
though this isn’t science,
this may be far less important.
10 electors will vote for the lot in Minnesota:
electoral college, USA. usually when
i fact check, it doesn’t really matter…
(now perhaps the same for voting)
more of a hobby. you can go to and fact check that.
see how it’s all right there and only fair?
see how “facts” don’t really matter?

October 6, 2016

for all the best

i am sugar donuts
and black coffee
and wind chimes

inquiry in verse,
and what’s
in the hearse?

i am 5:45 AM male
alarm clock abuse,
small minded climates,
readying my self
for which worst
choice to choose.

for all the best.
for all the better.
for all whatever.

October 1, 2016


i have keys to define me,
a crowded key ring full
for opening doors to…
going from here,
here to there and back.
going where ever.
these keys define me,
golden and silver keys–
some crowned with plastics–
their lovely worn patina,
pressed so hard as
to their cold metal form.
looped at my wide hips,
locked on a levered loop.
reaching for somewhere,
hands going any place,
so many keyholes to poke.
turning, antiquated mechanisms.
this life of access…
she tells me my keys
weigh me down so much,
pants drop loud to the floor.
long day of carrying on.
must weigh an actual ton,
or must weigh like
a couple hundred pounds…
something pretty heavy.
but so important, the masters are,
they’re “*” adorned;
if you lose them, –fuck,
they have to rekey it all.
literally, not just given out
to anyone who walks into the joint.
a heart attack for misplacement.
this is no joke.
i keep mine with my “life-keys”.
told as the very day
they first came to me.
i did not coin that term,
but it is truly endearing.
and it is truly important: these keys.
kind of like where you go.
and how you get to where you go.
these keys to define me.
these keys to define you.
these keys to define we.
defined by these words.
these are not my words,
someone else’s…
they are used to define these keys.
these are not my words.
they come from the past.
doors with no keys.
invisible and weightless, and free.

* a specific letter.

September 27, 2016


paint it



you choose
to use,

i still
have eyes.

do you see?

September 24, 2016


when does the rationale come back?
this morning a skein flew easterly
as a stinky cat ate wet grass in cool air.
cooking shows and mall shootings.
there is still a lone shooter at large…
but not here, that was in Washington.
i probably won’t go shopping today anyway.
anyway cars moved past overgrown front lawns,
a radio played classically forgetful songs,
and seven:eleven was my wake up time.
nothing much for a saturday stay,
the police scanner glows on its stand.
i’ll eat leftovers of last night: pizza.
but i won’t talk on yesterday’s toils much.
rationale, certain hormones change minds
at times, they make me want to buy.
i’d go to Amsterdam–the pub, and drink
and talk of Irish counties and transport,
the weather and such in the back of a truck
what luck? crammed, called ignorant for
having viewpoints different, but does
that make you what they loudly say?  Different.
(i put much thought in putting in much thought.)
probably not. probably doesn’t matter.
probably rationale skewed by language used,
delete the tweet, ah, but O’ the screenshots:
that is the way the local government works,
tho you Canot do that, or can you? Perhaps? IDK.
leaders, that term can be used very loosely;
leaders are people too, they come with faults.
pondered doxing most of the afternoon, true.
bribes, lines, demands, and political chides.
not much for the actual people proper.
a sort of smoke screen, photo cropper.
not too much to for me though…
Again, the birds and the cat and the neighbor.
i love everyone and their ideas, how could you not?
and when does the rationale come back?
people must have lost it calling other’s flaws
not factoring in their own, tho, not alone.
rationale has been lost for the masses.
but what is that? and who is going to interpret it as so?

September 20, 2016


Dear person who wants to die at the Westgate train station, I’m sure the police officer doesn’t care if you like to hang your legs over the station by the tracks in the cool breeze near rush hour traffic, astride power lines and atmospheric pressure waves of interference. But you would be a hell of a something to clean up, so why don’t you give the fine transportation people of this lovely city a break and get back beyond the yellow line. I guess we are all trying to go somewhere, and not ruin an other’s day. No one is special, except maybe you.

August 31, 2016

a storm’s protest

where thunder bolted
honey combs

crawled across our
northern region

pulling trees & dust

making dead-man’s

along its straight way

low-pressure seiche

antiquated scripture

people jumped on fords
while blue and jet matters

a breath of fresh air
no one can breathe

seiche and fetch
fo’c’sle tides

the edmund fitzgerald

a storm went
a storm stayed

a storm cried
more, more, more

and the weather didn’t think
this is all it could do

it just did what
it had to, it happened.

August 16, 2016

what i know.

what i know
about life
is that people
only want
change if
they create it
with poetry,
people only want
words, art, ideas,
if they create
it themselves.
i would
cite the editors,
the talking heads,
the publications,
the reviewers,
and their
best of friends
in foggy dawn
on a
hot summer’s day,
i would
but i didn’t
create them.
and that is why they
only the best.

August 14, 2016

middle finger

“Who ain’t a slave? Tell me that. Well, then, however the old sea-captains may order me about—however they may thump and punch me about, I have the satisfaction of knowing that it is all right; that everybody else is one way or other served in much the same way— either in a physical or metaphysical point of view, that is; and so the universal thump is passed round, and all hands should rub each other’s shoulder-blades, and be content.”

― Herman Melville, Moby-Dick

there are some times
i want to use
my middle
finger so bad.

i see it coming,
some idiot,
annoyance, stooge–
that everyone
is watching, waiting,

tighten up,
and hesitate
my finger into
a balled fist,

put it away
for better judgement
and self-

and think
this is what people
must feel like
when treated unfair,

i can’t do
what i want…

only because i have
been told i never
feel like that,
or have felt it ever,
not possible.

tho, every-
thing is.

still, my middle
finger is upset,
turned in,
depleted of its work,
and put down,

in our new
america, spectacle-laced
obsession, critique
readied, voluntarily,

(surely assume:
white, well,
and un-wanting;
but caste that observation
not unto others
of course.)

tho, putting
my finger away perhaps
means tacitly to: fuck off,
tho, we feel
that this gesture
is always unacceptable,
yet i think.

(holds up middle finger while smiling)

July 29, 2016

advice for students from a post-graduate (survey answer)

Take all chances.
Study abroad.
Do things that others tell you not to do.
Do what you think is right.
Try everything.
Prepare yourself for a career you enjoy from experience.
Labels and titles do not matter.
Always network.
Always be present and visible.
Be different.
Believe in yourself, really.
Have a passion for what you are interested in.
Always, always be early.
And think positive.