AWAKE AGAIN

awake again - upsidown - drifting through time -with my good eye closed -still broke -still need a cigarette -but thats irrelevant -searching for relevance -no relevance -just soap operas -no soap -radio? -the alarm screams in agony -searching for my keys -with my good eye open - no keys -just dust -dust where time attacked my room -time is selfish -searching through every channel on my television -no relevance -just soap operas -no soap - radio? -dust - dust where time found my radio - ah! -still works- adjust the antenna - static- big bang -big boom -boomtown rats? -no rats -just soap -soap -no radio -still broke -smoking a cigarette - still - awake -upsidown -concentating hard on stopping time -more dust lots of time -asleep

.....repeat

1 cigarette poem

paradise in a past life

Time went gonzo & left me with my thumb out in crosstown traffic

the entire canvas of todays sun married to tomorrows prospects

laced with binary calculations

i remember after the big bang, it all went digital

& left us with static

they dressed it up & called it progress

i lost many friends in the latch key/heroin addicted suburbia

it spread like a movement

by movement i mean, we grew up so fast my head still spins

i left adolescence a lot lighter than i started

no direction & no direct link between myself

& the axis we spin on

i remember simpler days

a simple haze

backyard football games

like paradise in a past life

Haiku (of sorts)

A woman with a pure smile
engraves on the room around her
a helpless, hanging moment

Reply to Kansas

I believe in the theory of evolution.
Little changes add up, and soon one man's chimp
is another man's Attorney General.
It's all incrimental change.

Lamark said that if you cut off
a monkey's tail,
it's offspring wouldn't have one.
He was an idiot.
But somehow I still know his name.
Scream loud enough and anyone can be heard.

You can't evolve by choice.
Any changes you make will be temporary, and
are gone when you turn to dust.
Natural Selection? That's just a fancy way of saying
Roll Of The Dice.
I mean...
Come on, do we really need pandas?

steel garden

a postcard from the womb of steel, from the rusted dinosouars hulking over barren red sand, under a bleached white sky, the sun never shines quite right over here & the stars just don't seem to exist past the street lights & black smoke, voices drag across like static,& it's chainsaws by day, new intersections & bypasses, the hot perfume dances off tailpipes like heroin mainlined staight into the veins of our great nation, where we walk around with anvils above our heads, chains on our ankles, & monkeys on our backs... (still you'll tell me you need to get something off your chest)

First Post

"Nourish beginnings, let us nourish beginnings. Not all things are blest, but the seeds of all things are blest. The blessing is in the seed.
-Muriel Rukeyser"