Posts tagged ‘drugs’

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.

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August 7, 2014

downtown La Crosse, circa 2006.

Buying the Tribune
in the morning
in downtown La Crosse,
velvet touch-

A Coffee,
walk the redbrick sidewalk.

Past the Bodega,
and Chairs,
and last night’s Cigarette Butts,

washing dishes in the back of some restaurant.

Faux-Progressive airs;
Talking a lot, stale-
actions and words; NOTICE: they talk a lot.

Burnt-Out Transcendentalists,
watching drunks, and pre-cancer patients and cars being parked—

Save the day.

Wearing shorts under blue skies.

Call clandestine spies, looking up at the corner apartment window-
wondering what’s inside__
… As she wakes,

long legs lie.

Moving, thinking, that fresh brewery smell, now new adult.

In summer heat- beating down,
The Mississippi River on the breeze—cesspool,

I walked back from where I had come
trying to not feel so numb.

Because I had to walk back.

July 13, 2014

Sociopolitical

Sociopolitical,
as lipstick and licorice;
kiss with the tongue,
hard feelings then diminish.

We won’t mention that again.

She said she’s always fine,
the next week she died.

I have the text to prove it.

-Found her along a country roadside
with holes and blood and mud.
The Sunday newspaper said it as
a matter of fact- Just. Like. That.

We had this one class together…
-Fremdsprachen, Deutsch.

Who writes that shit anyway?
It can’t be real-

Those papers…

A life that lacks is labeled as that.
A life on track is labeled as that.

Hands tied, for gosh sakes!
Bright white lines,
Coldest milk shake,
I was on Valium so I don’t remember that day- anyway.

Then the poetry reading was over…
So was everything else-

No apprehension
No hesitation.

What’s tension?
We mention:

Now-a-days,
A lifetime away,
Full of choices
Did you hear them voices?

And you thought for a walk.
And you thought for a talk.
And you made art with chalk
that did not last so long.

-Some cloudy milk transparency.

But that was all you did,
then you slept-

after the sun had left.

***

Also, danke schön Pakistan.
Story: A patron puts one hundred-dollar bills inside of the books he returns only to promote reading.

May 19, 2014

How We Change (apocryphal)

Let slip ever gracious smile
Wearing guarded masked face
Traded out for something more
Fake laugh covers a spiteful distaste

What hangs under that brightly painted coat?
What meaning lies deep lined visage rote?
Opened eyes with cleared throat
Acutely minded, yet somehow remote

Someone once said
That someone once spoke
Now they don’t speak at all
Let those loose on thin lines fall

We can only change ourselves

Phased out- ostracized
Effectively unduly replaced
Not there,
AWOL in ways
Then they cut cantankerous chains…  (ostensibly)

Surprisingly,
We wonder why—
We care
We must say:
Who makes my day?
And am I okay?

We are all different from last week
Are you here, today?

March 5, 2014

The Death of Ruby Red

I cut her deep, was a small feat

Her pink shown light orange mingled red flesh

 

I peeled her skin exposed her meat

Her, beautiful orb-cracked, torn, limp, was dead

 

Her innards spray juice-sluiced, hot heat

Her life, close to expire, was in threat

 

This grapefruit I eat

Fact–

I express no regret.

February 15, 2014

Don’t make plans, make Progress

Blow a hundred hours on the internet
Think about the things we don’t have yet

However, I’m doing just fine with what I’ve got
When I take the time to look at belongings, I realize I’ve got a lot

Reality of what’s right in front of me
I could take the time to walk, but I’d rather flee

I’ve seen a few things in my life span
But I always account for what’s within the trash can

We can learn a lot about self from the books on our shelves
If we take the time to cherish what’s been spelt out

We can count the moments we save time for self
We can accept that as time for mental health

Alles tag
Alles tag

A new obstacle to climb

Alles tag
Alles tag

Another voice filled rhyme

Why sit inside and cry?
Or in the meantime, ask why?

Moments fly by
Then we realize

The good things in life fall from the sky
No one can surmise the actual surprise

***

Quit goddamn planning for things…
Don’t make plans, make progress.

August 28, 2013

Dew Point (Part 2)

Around 80, with the dew point, similar to 100 and lost.

This is only for a few days, and we measure the cost.

 

There remains a great contrast, from shut-in at negative 20, to shut-in and very sunny.

 

All above and everything below have theirs to tow.

 

Weather, a well suited rival, for wherever we are we strive for survival.

We learn as we grow.

 

Some clutch drink, others clutch the Bible.

I am just preparing for the recital.

 

My glass remains sweating on the table, the fan blows hot air in, and I wear a smile.

Now, about the weather today…  Where do I begin?

 

August 18, 2013

Crossing Nevada

We left that city aching in stitches.

 

As we drove-

No place to go.

 

We were together-

That’s all to know.

 

My side hurt, squinted eyes.

The car moved forward into the fading light, only drifting dust followed.

July 14, 2013

“Crazy Anna Stacey”

Passing stairs to get to a room.

One at a time.

Moments stuck in a line.

Thoughts in my mind of someone I knew a short time.

 

 

Doors in view, amazed as much as amused at a simple labyrinth hallway perspective.

Color: powder blue.

 

 

We need two more to do more.

Core to core, quarters are a fourth.

We wrestled laughing on the floor.

 

You solve half of the problem.

 

Wake in the morning to alarming phone horns.

 

 

Night moon pales in significance to the black sky.

I swear to God that’s how I got these black eyes.

 

We disappear after we die.

Fly into time.

 

She did.

She had robin’s egg eyes before her bulbs burnt out.

 

She turned purple on the floor of her companion’s house.  She turned grey in the ground, green in time, and stiff before the latter two.  Tattoos and art stuck in my mind.  All of time-and her legacy remains with me.

Rex and 666, no schtick-

Antler clad milk carton scars commemorate her in her passing.

RIP

June 30, 2013

Confident Woman

Confident Woman,

By Terry Scott Niebeling

 

Confident Woman,

You make yourself,

No one else molds you.

 

You are Top-Tier,

Wanting eyes behold you.

 

Confident Woman,

Lit up red ruby, like a dozen roses.

 

On a June day,

Anything you say, I say,

Anything supposed.

 

You are always here, no door closes.

 

Confident Woman,

Alone with you and your beauty,

 

In the moonlight,

A sight at night,

A chance at life,

Your words are so soothing.

 

Confident Woman,

You vex me with complexity,

Reality has it as you next to me.

 

Purely ecstasy.

 

I am blessed to see you, purposefully, truly, and aesthetically.

 

 

(Disclaimer:  A Confident Woman can be anyone, anybody, and/or anything encompassed, with self-love and self-respect-having confidence.)