Archive for ‘Prose’

July 26, 2016

dreams grow underground

one time, i had a dream
about thought, and then
i forgot. it was about
how everyone made up
excuses to why they were
wronged, and how i got
stuck in a tunnel under
the city; it was full of
graffiti, and smelled of
fish, and i floated on a
boat out into whatever
way the river carried me
while others watched their
screens so closely to
not miss me in the boat
just floating on by in
whatever wronged manner
i had been exposed to:
something about what i
looked like and attitude.
something about dad & god.
then i woke to beepings.
then i woke up to glare.

July 26, 2016

on hearing Bernie Sanders sell out at the dnc

“Any objective observer will conclude that — based on her ideas and her leadership — Hillary Clinton must become the next president of the United States. (…) I am proud to stand with her tonight.” -Bernie Sanders

american politics
is warmly affectionate,

it lovingly showcases
the american double standard

that you can
publicly be a hypocrite

and that’s all right,
as long

as you are a rich hypocrite
and you are a winning hypocrite
and you are ok with being a hypocrite.

also, that your party
is, what others feel, right,

and that your money
can pay for others to speak for you,

and that you make it
to the very top regardless.

who is all in on who?

July 25, 2016

chocolate milk

in elementary school
i used to violently shake
chocolate milk cartons
until they were mixed
sweet as milk shakes.

i learned something
important here:
if you don’t like
what you get, stir things up
a bit to your liking.

i still do this activity
on occasion today,
shake, stir, twist–
just not with milk cartons,
tho i still muck with taste.

July 22, 2016

encouragement

i duly note that dashed dreams
and commonplace tragedies
are not exclusive to any party
in particular whatsoever;
though after, it’s about picking
oneself up, though after, it’s
about how you crawl from
your imminently destined grave.

you,
so…

July 20, 2016

mn heat

oppressive mn heat
a starch blanket
save for weighted winds
strip me hot naked

some dry desert nigh
inside for a time
sun blinding eyes
higher in the skies

and what ac wets me
nothing for going out
lights waver glowing
powering at a rout

still,

wager for winter
wager for reprieve
betting on instinct
hoping it to leave

and at least not death valley,
dumpsters swelter in the alleys.

July 12, 2016

definition

We no longer need reason
To say things are wrong
We no longer need action
To define our meaning

June 30, 2016

ratings (unsolicited writers)

and the
tumescence
of our
local bards,
hatred for
love handles’
burn,
a lost day
on
some river
in the sun,
what
could be
worse?

i imagine
a world
where we all
do the
same thing
very well,
and
together,
and friends
of friends
up-top
who “know”
get it.

June 28, 2016

rivers and proverb

Rivers, pathways
for those who crave to float.

June 27, 2016

make a call

the piecemeal
and the sweet
tongue
going perennial,
the gypsum
and the clover,
only had without
strove to
rekindle brethren
likeness,
coming so close
to what we
had to offer,
coming so close
to what we
called home.

June 21, 2016

dripping

ways like sleep in morning eyes
useless navigating kitchen

sweet as thick spooned honey raw
soft tongue to sharp tastes

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