(Staring at) Empty Pages

forget regret / the light of day

*

we were fed lies as children

and had even those snatched away as we grew

left with mirrors as meaning 

and punctuation we could disperse as we pleased

upon ungrateful parchment that knew

neither the weight nor the wafer-thin justification

for the free-form funky reality thereby

imposed and signified as symbolic tome

becoming bane for all unrestrained and unrepentants 

who, deemed violators of precepts a priori

hallowed and honed upon the roiling flesh of backs

seared with lashes to ashes, encrusted with disgust 

as recently as the last moment one could recall

being fed burnt bread and bad butter

for digestion and nourishment, hearing  

it was to your credit and good health 

to be granted admission to dine with demons

in their den.

*

P.S.:  

so we dined, survived somehow

thrived. even -

grew enough to, in the light of day,

have a heart capable to forgive, if not forget the regret

of having experienced so many dark nights…

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6/13

taffy

*

in the elemental warmth 

of a nascent summer

i pool about in low places,

flow toward crevices and unattended expanse

searching for an equilibrium state 

not afforded by crafted creations 

with their varied planes, plateaus and protrusions;

at such time i could cease my compelled, languid journey

and regain form, purpose and respite

from a heated void;

unneedful of a prop upon which to rest

or wall to rail against

having self-evident, regenerative purpose

which recognizes no exterior motor

as relevant to existence

i flow, am pliant, and just happen to be succulent;

even when chilled

able to break you off a piece

of something something;

as taffy.

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6/13

ineffability

*

I kicked ass in april

unfortunately it’s june and 

all i can write about 

are past glories.

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6/13

if

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You matter to me.

If i wrote it any fancier

it would diminish what my heart would say

if it could speak 

and not only beat. 

*

6/13

daft funk

*

think me daft 

to believe in ebbs

in unsullied thought streams

when familiar foes return -

fawning, florid, fanciful fugue-forms 

fluttering, frustrating 

every single, simple impulse of my heart 

to write, 

with a voice, plain and true. 

*

6/13

Unfortunately

…one of the first impulses of the ‘free’ person 

is to search for someone or something to give their freedom to.

- lebuc, today

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shattered

*

the smallness of me

encompassed by

the allness of you;

*

i’m left sorting emotion

*

hateful

or grateful?

*

5/13      

l b blues, take 1

*

…on that dead-end street

he said, “your money or your life”

i said i got a 

pocket full of ‘kowski, and a ‘buster for a wife;

but i ain’t mad

no, i ain’t sad

though you trying to take all i ever had;

i ain’t mad

you can see that i ain’t sad,

cause you got to feel something to be sad,

- and i don’t;

so i ain’t sad

i ain’t mad…

*

6/13

where you find it

*

in my glass, she is -

with soda, rocks, a little lime

12 years, single malt…

always been good to me;

squash it, liver 

i ain’t trying to hear you right now

*

right here, in this vial

he is 

keep that boy bubble free, baby -

shootin love straight to my soul

gimme a minute….

what’s a needle 

but just another prick?

i suffer ‘em all the time,

don’t you?

*

heyyy, my crew 

i see y’all dudes trying to hide over there, 

on my desk, 

in that bong i brought back from Thailand

wait, let me fire it up… 

aahhhhhh yesss - what’s up dawgs, 

where the party at?

*

my hoagie, my ice cream, my twinkies & my brew

my friends -

right where i left ‘em

been thinking ‘bout you all day 

and I’m hungry right now, i guess -

y’all love me like i love you, right?

(chomp) sure tastes like it…

*

check my house and car 

turnt up, hunh?

realtor and dealer told me

i would come to love ‘em once i owned ‘em 

and you know what?

i do!

they been good to me, bruh -

parties, pick-ups, joyrides…

feel me?

*

…wait, let one more page load

there - that’s my site

& there’s the stuff i post

just need to check…lemme see who hit me up -

i gets much love from my followers,

check out how many notes this one got…

*

hey - you’re not paying attention!

what?

* 

you think your love is better than ours  

just cause it comes

                   directly from…

                                 people? 

* 

6/13