What are you thankful for?

I am thankful for blue car, oil, cranberry juice,

root beer, bread, ale, kids, old men,

mixed milk cheese, books, tomatoes, 

science,red ink, clouds, leaves, artists,

my guitar, green tea, butter, white paper,

fire, book sales, coats, trees, chairs,

microphones, dice, blue blanket,

roof, a teddy bear named poofy, cartoons, 

little girl who tells good jokes, old women,

man who wear glasses and tells good jokes,

paints, vitamin D, song singers, garlic, pavement,

water filter, babies, honey bees, rugs, glass jars,

the wheel of time, cinnamon, coffee cups, oats,

hugs, pants, sheets, whiskey, poems,

temples, apples, documentaries, fish, radio, love,

olives, socks, hands, salad, knives, sand,  drums,

forks, spoons, yogurt, green onions, t-shirts,

beds, strangers, cheeseburgers,

coffee, you, cookies, and black ink (not in particular order). 

Happy Thanksgiving

My Master’s Hands

There is a time when a person

must become a bed and lay

unused, perfect and an inanimate

 

That day is coming -you old dog you

to you and your 1939 voice. 

Tell me again why you bend over

that grave.  Did you drop something there? 

 

Can you hear the kick up of dirt?

Death comes out innocent as a blessing

Cured as sausage in the market sun.

So pale and pink, your old man hands

lifting a little grasshopper

I almost forgot why I was here

 

How do you old poet watch

without the someone catching

you? Tell me this secret and I

will stop stocking you. 

Here is a little secret

Here is a little secret. 

 

I could brain you to death and I’d be

doing you a favor -you tired flat human. 

I am selfish. I want to live

in the temporary so I can stare at you

getting older. Watch you

cough and slow down. 

 

It is sick how I watch you now. 

The Shoe and Apple Blossom

I am the imbecile’s shoe and you are an apple

blossom on top of the queen’s tit. 

That is just the way the cards are

painted. They are dumb cards and their

symbols      

 

clear and meaningless

 

They are bad jokes that no one

told you because they burned

the hips of those who bought them

 

It sad, that I am have to be the

one to tell you that you are

pointless and an early bloomer.

 

To make matters worse

everyone eats the same

immortal worm. 

Treatment

Although there is a sacred

war inside you that

wants to evolve into a peace

treaty, how to end the war

is a grave problem.

play on me out loud

I Am

I am trying to write one good

poem.  When I have done

that I will try to right

one bad person

Human -What Are You

Are you a monster too human? 

Can you find yourself in the killer?

Are you self aware?

Do you know your weakness?

 

Can we torture you to follow orders or are you such

a human you have no love for yourself?

Would you rather slit your own throat or thousand others? 

What lies do you believe?

What false thing to you cling to?

Humanity moving onward? 

Religion? Self worth?

Family? Peace?

Love?

 

You will get the justice you seek. 

Death is a today for all who wake

 

soldier eats war out loud

check it out. not for weak stomach.

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On A Street In 1987

 

 

My parents were sloppy missionaries.

 I had to pass out pamphlets that said

Jesus loves you in English and Spanish.

 

John 3:16, begotten chant.  I crumpled the pink

papers up, one at time and threw them to filth

of the street.  How about a egg sandwich I said

to the avocado, how about a sandwich for the naked children 

 

This was the day I became a fraud. 

 

I had to act like I was speaking

in tongues and it made me sick.

The insanity. The lie of it. 

The vile and rancid mask wearing fool;

desperate to believe in anything.

Pretend to be the believer.

The weak. The liar. 

 

Now that I am not forced to go

to church for lunch I will not fake god

 

A Line In Hell Or A Fucked Machine

 

 

 

Charles was a bad piece of dick meat.

His words about women are not shockers

or clever streaks. His poems are not poems

but I don’t have a better name for him.

 

He broke into thousands of gentle

little snakes and I  forgive him;

he was a sad man and his poems are greasy.

If you drink them they leave dregs

that are hard to dilute.  In a child’s abstraction

he rebuilt the old and mundane insanity

over and over again through pain and anguish

his fat fingers mashed on his type writer

puking and shitting himself until he was recycled.

 

Charles tried to get published.

He wanted to make money doing this shit.

He kept at it and some suckers, like myself

bought his sores and chewed his scabs.

 

I would’ve like to meet the old fart face

Poked him in the forehead and said, you’re lit. 

Class of 94′

In her life when she

was a smart girl

with spunk and toys

she could pass off

wearing pigtails.

 

Life’s golden doors swung off

the hinges and striped abundance.

So naïve that the world suckled

ass and she would too. 

Shelter Can Be Most Anything

She is a failing human. 

The signs are there.  

 

Tomorrow she’ll have to   

wear sunglasses

that solve everything. 

 

She cannot have mine

Today Turned Into A Hot Dog

   

 

The tops of the trees

turned pink first and then red.

Then they were brown and in the garage

 or stuck to the cuff of a best sweater.

 

The back up of the garbage

truck echoes through the condo. 

The traffic gurgles pavement.

There are worms in the pool.

The pumpkins are rotted.

You and I Shall Meet

You and I shall meet

in a garden sometime soon

on a day in spring when

the lilacs are in bloom and I

will think of my mother’s long straight

hair and you will think of your father’s

birth and we -my old master-

will look at each other and both see

what we hate in ourselves in the other. 

 

Then you will come up to the dead stars

with me, and we will share cups of delicious green tea

obama

I believe that my vote counted.  I think yours did too.  Let us think hard on what we will do with our power.  We can change the world and let me tell you, we will.  Obama may fail us or may surpass our expectations but one thing for sure politics have changed.  The internet is a useful tool.  

The people have new tools to organize.  

We want results. We are used to pushing a button and having results. We make goals and reach them.  

This is a taste.  It is sweet.  We step closer to legalizing humanity.  I am proud of U.S.A.  We are a great nation but we can do better -So watch us.  

We are still starving.  We want the bread baby, we want the butter, and damn it we are going to eat it.

you blog freaks

you blog freaks better vote.  if you don’t vote i will know and i will say mean things to you about being an apathetic asshole.  please don’t make me

 

 

 

 

 

 

or whoever i voted for will win. Macho “Mike” for president

Election Day

I voted.  Sorry, apathy did not stop me. You better vote too.  Leave a comment here if you did. 

 

There was a long line here in WI but it went quick.

 I waited about forty-five minutes.

 Not bad.

It was wonderful seeing so many people voting.

I almost teared up.  

We can change the world.

We are the people.

The political leaders fear us.  

We have the power.  We will use it.  hahahahahahaha

 

 

Yeah!