Posts tagged ‘Cancer’

September 14, 2018

inheritance, of no one locks their doors in the Apple Capital of Minnesota and i learned all the important things in life in kindergarten

apple crisps so good,
and you can easily make
them with what you have at your
house. that is what my
mother said walking the hall.
that night we sat and
ate ice cream and viewed a 1995
Louis M. Martini Merlot and
a Montague Dawson. i found an
heirloomed Seiko on my arm.
still love the Casio tho…
found us watching Seinfeld again.
made calls yesterday for freedom. found
a teacher i had learned everything in life
from has cancer in a delayed line at
a grocery story, by happenstance, caused by me:
Kwik Trip ran out of Applefest buttons,
well the liquor store ran out first…
no one pointed me in the right
direction, but her. that was ’94
that was a long time ago.
new favorite phrase: i am responsible.
i thought she would cry.
we hugged and wished each other best.
Hokah and 20 years ago is not far away.
i walked through a parking lot
in mourning sun, to a phone call of
being late and wondered how the
beer was in the car seat.
remembered finding coins with Xiong around here.
nothing gets stole in this town.
they leave the doors unlocked.
still no one lives forever.
except that river over there.

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December 3, 2014

i think you care

i think you care

About:

Life, death, Ebola, drinking, race relations, the president of the United States of America, homelessness, taxes, funding wars, Mike, Uncle Sam, inadequacies, JFK, gas prices, rape, sex, drugs, violence, AIDS, Rock n Roll, Ferguson, STDs, music, College, grades, Foreigners, police brutality, Fakts, labels, Fakes, Lies, Words, plastic surgery, indigenous peoples, europeans, animals, opinions, superficial artistry, Starvation, The Minneapolis Scene, internet fame, government, money, cigarettes, cancer, hydrophobia, bombings, attacks, guns, apologists, separatists, corporations, cultures, cults, Moby-Dick, your job, my job, sedentary stares, external cost, Global Warming, Black Friday Sales, monomania, consumerism, debt, materialism, wants, needs, reality, the way we define language by how we compare, and that, by how we “know” what we “know” by comparison, rising tuition, the human condition, religion, the human condition, hope, institutions, the human condition, and forgiveness- Please.

Yes,

i think you care,
But one does nothing by feigning aware.

NOW MOVE.

July 9, 2014

Tattoo II

Dark outlines
on pretty flesh;
a meaningful, forever, sentiment- lined sketch.

For life, for death,
a canvass to test,
bold bright colors; judgment: pretense.

Now art, now unique, now taut puffed; hurt when pressed.

Self-inflicted wounds to heal,
paying for this pain,
stories etched on the surface;
memories remain.

Now, what do yours mean? …

Everyone is jumping off of that bridge,
So I packed a parachute and lit a smoke- see?

August 10, 2013

Cancer With Friends

Exotic and foreign object, 

Maligned to find time to find out in time.

 

We all must die.  

 

Unpleasant to rhyme, think, say, or speak.

 

We were best friends, and she was diagnosed last week.

Now, I feel weak, prognosis bleak.

 

The story of life, there is always a story of loss.  

February 24, 2013

It’s Only Working (No Breaks)

Adele does not understand sarcasm.  She came right out and told us.  We said Yeah Right!

Alex.  I guess.  Left early.  I guess.  He had permission.  I guess.  He left us.  I guess.  He is serving drinks at the 1029 again.  I guess.  Everyone was drunk at this time and it was annoying.  Again I guess.

Joe makes a joke about acne and priests cumming on 14 year old boys.  My face is be-speckled.  I tell him a prick joke involving a condom and a cockpit.  Joe is a dick.  I nicked that joke from Fight Club.  We speak in passing.  We were in the kitchen.  We were in the shit.

 

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Sometime before he was at work.  Sometime when he was at home.

He goes to a house in La Crescent.  It is a nondescript winter night.  There are rows of houses around with no lights.  He is alone in the dark.  He is out of sight.

The sky is a deep blue-black from lack of light pollution and populous of stars and planets spinning in confusion.

A television is on.  The sound is muted.

Light flickers.  He is in a living room.  Years ago a woman succumb here quietly screaming.  She had brain cancer.  She had lamented in her shortened days.  He reminisced.

He remembered the future: