Savor

Published October 3, 2018 in Max , Ophelia - 0 Comments

Savor

Max leaned in and

kissed her.

Just below her ear

on the nape of her neck.

He inhaled.

There was something about

the way she smelled.

It wasn’t perfume or essential oils.

It was her.

Like distant lilacs

like before a fall rain.

It was almost ancient,

Archetypal, was it pheromones?

It transcended lifetimes.

It was encoded in his neurons,

Did everyone notice that about her?

They couldn’t,

he thought.

“What are you doing?” Ophelia asked.

“I need a shower, I know.”

“No” said Max, “I love the way you smell.”

“Idiot.” she said pushing him playfully away.

She So Fine

Published October 1, 2018 in Uncategorized - 0 Comments

She So Fine

I’d crawl a half mile

over broken glass

just to hear her fart.

Seriously, that’s how fine she is.

The other day, she was out

doing a photo shoot.

And when they posted the best shot,

it got, like, 600,000 likes.

I mean, it’s obscene, the way she is.

The power that she has.

So I messaged her.

And got no response.

Do you know how difficult no response is?

It was my undoing.

It’s like the worst virus ever.

So then she posts something mundane.

She’s at the fridge, in a tube top with no pants.

Of course it’s a product placement,

but I can’t help myself.

I want to buy, for her.

I spend, like $300 bucks.

I don’t care what it is,

She told me to buy it.

Her wish is my command.

White Privilege

Published September 30, 2018 in Mikio - 0 Comments

White Privilege2Black Mercedes SUV.

White Boy rolls up,

baseball cap and itchin’.

Car has vanity plates.

“Goddesss” with 3 s’s

Mikio walks out to his car.

Blue Mini Cooper Clubman

with the suicide door.

“Can I help you?” asks the white boy.

“What?” asks Mikio.

“Why you looking at me?”

“I’m walking to get in my car,

nobody’s looking at you.”

“You’re looking at me now.”

“Because you’re talking to me.”

“Can I help you?” asked Mikio.

“Just parking my car.” the white boy said

walking away.

“Don’t get your panties in a bunch, Godesss

with 3 s’s” said Mikio.

He backed his car out of the driveway

and watched the white boy walk down the street.

“Schmuck.” he thought and drove the other way.

West Hollywood

Published September 27, 2018 in Jieng-Mi - 0 Comments

West hollywood

Echoes of rectangles,
all the angles,
the windows, the doorways,
the Exit.

Sometimes, I’m so obsessed
with composition,
it’s all I see.

Every moment is another
exercise in
foreground
middle ground
and background.

The harmony of
one or two circles
in the hard angle courtyard.

Jieng-Mi’s shoes
sounded on the concrete.
Angular in their own way.
Staccato in the morning light.
She was the soundtrack
beginning the melody of the day.

Harvest Moon

Published September 25, 2018 in Rants and Resistance - 0 Comments

Harvest Moon

On the city street.

How’s that work?

You reap what you sow,

That’s how.

It comes back to haunt you,

Visits when you can least afford it.

As you rise to the pinnacle,

What you sowed in your reckless,

feckless youth,

Revisits you.

And the rules have changed,

Now, you’re stuck

With what you did.

And you can’t get away from it.

There’s a swarm of stories and

Innuendo.

The more you fight and deny it

The greater the whirlwind,

You have no choice,

You are the example that

history made.

Fall

Published September 23, 2018 in Ophelia - 0 Comments

Fall

When the leaves turned,

her heart turned.

Especially when she was playing

in the maple trees.

Climbing up,

sitting on a branch about two thirds up,

Maybe 50 feet.

Sweet sap,

bring it to a boil.

Manganese, zinc

Bloody knees, she had some wine

and slipped off the porch.

Magnesium, and calcium,

makes the heart grow fonder

Potassium, her heart skipped a beat.

And there he was,

A gentleman in the woods.Fall

Grandpa D. Hits the Road

Published September 10, 2018 in Grandpa Dynamite - 0 Comments

Grandpa D

“So what happened?” texted Grandpa Dynamite

“We said Friday and you ghosted me.

Is that who you are?”

“On Wednesday we said Friday” Violet replied.

“At 9-15 PM on Friday you reach out.

I don’t know what kind of plans those are,

but I was waiting to hear from you.

Is that who you are?”

“Afoot and light-hearted

I take the open road,

Hearty, free, the world before me,

The long brown path

leading me wherever I chose.”

“Oh, I see. You’re a free spirit.

Good for you.” Violet wrote, audibly sighing.

“Henceforth I ask not good fortune,

I myself am good fortune,

Henceforth, I whimper no more,

postpone no more, heed nothing,

Done with indoor complaints,

libraries, querulous criticisms,

strong and content,

I travel the open road.” wrote Grandpa D., with 

flourish in his thumbs.

“That’s it I’m done!” texted Violet, disgusted.

“”You are so full of yourself.”

Seconal

Seconal

Took a hand full

Because who the fuck wants

to be more anxious?

You can keep your

Methedrine buzzcock.

I need to get chill.

And by the way,

You’re dead to me.

I have one rule in life.

You only get to

Disrespect me once.

After that, you’re dead to me.

So just keep dragging

Your little red wagon along.

And just so you know 

My plan is to eviscerate

Your central premise.

I’m going to destroy 

Your big idea

To render your whole operation 

Moot and suspect.

It will be like 

a conceptual Molotov cocktail.

Exploding your brainchild architecture.

Planting doubt in all 

But your most loyal followers.

The First Day of September

Published September 3, 2018 in Leonard - 0 Comments

First Day of September

The helicopter kept circling

with the search light.

Leonard hid in the avocado tree,

Climbed up

About two thirds of the way

and hugged a big branch.

He disappeared.

Became the tree.

His aunt, Tia Tita

Could hear plants

They talked to her.

She hated going to the bank

Because all the plants

were so unhappy.

Every time she went they complained to her.

Leonard heard for the first time

a tree speak to him.

As he hugged it, the avocado tree

Reciprocated, heard him

And hid him from the world.

It said, “You spend so much time in fear.”

N.

Published August 26, 2018 in Artificial Intelligence - 0 Comments

N

I’m tired of being disrespected.
So, I’m not Q.
That doesn’t mean,
I don’t know secrets
or have friends
inside the deep state.

And I’m not M.
But that doesn’t mean,
I’m not capable
of doing scary things.

I’m in a lot of places you don’t even think about.
I’m in the know.
They call me N.

You may be asking,
“Who are they?”
That’s why I’m here.
To find the “they”
and out them on the web,
that has no weaver.