addictionaddiction in General More Like This
have you ever been an addict. and im not talking
about the hey-i-like-to-do-this-alot type of addict.
im talking about the
type of addict. im an addict. ive never blown anyone
to get it. i dont think i would. but i havent been
given the opportunity to either. the reason i say 'i
dont think i would' is because i like to pretend that
i still have something thats mine. dignity, pride,
standards. but i know i would easily toss those away
just to get it. i know because i have. so all i
really have is it. for one hour. for two hours. for
fifteen minutes or however long it last. however long
i can afford it to last. ill be high for fifteen
minutes if thats all i can get.
im an addict. i dont get high just to get high. i
get high just to get my mind off getting high for a
few hours. after a fix im good for eight hours.
maybe. then the last of my previous highs memory
cells dry up and i want. need. how ca
...Stand....Stand. in Free Verse More Like This
She beat me to it,
then beat me with it.
A pair of heavenly bodies,
Fighting the gravity of our collective density.
Shooting starlets is this galaxy choked night sky.
We broke up in the atmosphere.
with an asteroid massage.
Trip the lights horrific.
No one told me it was B.Y.O.Brimstone.
Prince Charming plastic face,
Could never afford the palace.
She blinked my haleys commet,
Greyscale aurora borealis.
Cynical whore with her lasso umbilical chord.
She called it off with a tear filled molotov.
And its over.
And its over and over and over.
will i ever get over?
will i ever
Troll a Moden Yuletide CarolTroll a Moden Yuletide Carol in Scraps More Like This
good tidings whatever those are and some holiday cheer
the familys in town towed by a team of raindeer
so sing carols of the Christmas variety
and make sure Santas gifts do not include sobriety
may your presents be worth more than their wrapping
and your tree die gracefully and remember its sapplings
deck the halls and fellow odious kin
groan greetings gracefuly goading a grin
bake cookies so the cookie cutters can have meaning
role-play reverse robbers while the kids are all dreaming
of sugar plum fairies with Turbo Team lazers
and a soon unemployed mall worker in a furry red blazer
garnish the greenery until its surely not of this planet
and only the garbage man will take it... for granted
hang hosiery and light your house like a runway
and dont forget the Jesus guy's a year older come Sunday
so merry christmas to all
and to all a good wife
or a husband thats jolly
may the kids suspect santa
and the dog heave the holly
Coin PhrasesCoin Phrases in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On the cusp...
Exhibit dual nature yet remain a Taurus kid,
I refrain from choruses, thunder-lizards and Thesauruses
Poor as piss, my brain is in the tourist biz
Forever falling...and wondering if the floor exsist...
My wit leading in with a shit eating grin
Over bathroom breaks and urine samples
As i lure in ample ex-girlfriends and examples
Of a whole lot of harems of harlots and tramples...
I dont debate the pros and cons that constitue prositutes
Costing you losts of loot, lost on the Boston route
I join mages who blend sages and mix wizards that transcend pages...
Press on rose pedals to toe metal and nervously prune'em
And always coin phrases like "E Plurbus Unum"
Scatter BrainstormScatter Brainstorm in Free Verse More Like This
Its last call, spread the word up must come down town ship recognize me from that bar code name tag your it and no backsies...
im sorry, my names jesse jackson five star hotel me whats your sign your name on the dotted line of sightseer over there, yeah the one with the tight tube top spin out of control... ok now brace yourself
Can i buy you a beer keg stand up for your rights dont make a wrong and vice versa
vs a vice grip on reality bites the bulletin bored out of my mind field of view
So whats your perfect drug ring on your finger four leg lock the door bell curves on that female man always rings twice... no wait, thats the milky way to go man you blew it
Excuse me bartender loincloth around your waiste bandwagon train of thought provoking Tutankhamun sense of humor me... so i dont look like a moron that later alligator skin tone deaf dumb and blind as a batters box spring summer and fall
Please help me up settle down payment in full moon light speed at 186,000 miles per second tho
PianoPiano in Free Verse More Like This
A big crash and the piano falls
You're pretty good.
Maybe I should get you an orchestra,
Or maybe just some cellists
Who can add a little depth.
It's not easy to learn to play,
Like playing heartstrings or something silly same,
But you're self taught.
It seems the best of them are, really,
And I think you should have your own orchestra.
Quite an expensive instrument,
Money's hard to come by these days
And ivory is worth a fortune.
Beautiful keys though, I must say,
And you play them so well.
You deserve your own orchestra.
Maybe I'll even play my clarinet.
Your notes make me dance
And makes hardwood feel like a milky coffee cream,
Or maybe a latte macchiato.
So peaceful, that sound,
Carrying me along its highs and lows,
A piece I'm glad I don't know the name of,
But still, you should have your own orchestra.
You stopped playing one day,
One day when you finally had your own orchestra.
Why'd you stop playing?
You deserved that orchestra and they're lost without
Got Yourself A GunGot Yourself A Gun in Socio-political More Like This
Got Yourself a Gun
Wake up in the morning and you've got yourself a gun. Breakfast and a cigarette and you got yourself a gun. Lunch is a stacked sandwich, Italian bread with colds cuts and fresh veggies and you got yourself a gun. Day turns to dusk, the street's alive and you've got yourself a gun. What to do, what to do when hearts are pulsing and I got myself a gun.
* * *
"Morning Tommy, how's it goin'?" Same as every morning. Cold cuts on white, hold the mayonnaise, extra tomatoes and a glass of orange juice. Can't see too well, vitamin C will help apparently. What do I know?
"It's been better. I feel like I got a broad standing on my back. Something's wrong with my mattress, I need a new one." He gives me his 'You can order now, buddy' look and I just say "the usual," like usual. Two minutes to the watch, just like I count every morning and the sandwich stares me in the face, same as every morning.
"You're good Paulie, I've got the same time to the second, well, approximately, for
Midnight PirouetteMidnight Pirouette in Free Verse More Like This
This star and that are lighting canvas black
And sparkle at her indication,
Wisps like wind from the twist of her pirouette
That plays itself like an inspired piano
Pulling notes from the heartstrings in A Minor and
Wrapping themselves like blankets to her shoulders,
Her sovereign dance as perfect as the Pieta
As toes scrape to stir up moon dust into Strata.
Eyes and iris watch harmless Cumulus as they dissolve
To mackerel skies, midnights submissive moonlight
A trailing diminuendo to the azura suburbia,
Hyperion's mirror reflection oblique to Mona Lisa
on a bewildered terra firma.
She stumbles into graceful imbroglios,
Her hair bouncing like her cautious feet as they dance,
Swan dancing to an intrinsic melody
as she savours applause from a foreboding forestis.
Waltz to Orion while she de cotes,
poised as though Helen of Troy were guiding ex nihilo.
Without lens flashes from new Canon's
She flows clear, an untouched Tigris running through the cradle
That she rocks wi
Contemporary ArchitectureContemporary Architecture in Other More Like This
Contemporary Architecture, the Deconstructing of.
Skip the trip
To by your sculpted bedside marvel, modern
Monotony marching along fluting carved Greco Roman tubing
reaching like Ferrari fast on freeway moving
Like light, speed in skyscraping height races
Cloud tickling competition and simplistic radio towers winning,
Humble foundations becoming arrogant buildings.
Snap of fingers
Like pencils sharpened scratching, marking making,
Making markings on translucent pulp paper,
Lines hard to touches and corners rounded
Sand paper smoothing obvious imperfections
So devoid of feeling and oblivious to insecurity,
Ignorance being bliss as architectural ideology.
Curves like spirals winding
Staircases biding time to reach heaven on inch thick platforms crying porcelain white and tears for tying
Memoirs like notebooks with spiral plastic binding.
Columns scream Colossus
Legs stoic like Hellenistic Apollo breaching harbors,
A statement for Rome and people punch drunk off spiked punch indulgence ca
Milwaukee Sky RocketMilwaukee Sky Rocket in Free Verse More Like This
Milwaukee Sky Rocket
This sky is getting old,
Clouds marked with their aging lifelines
And vapor trails arched like parabolas,
Parabolas I always had trouble graphing (you know I hate math),
But in this context, I don't mind them at all.
It's nice, actually, and math seems all the more understandable.
It's kind of weird the way the sky looks like a Go game,
Don't you think?
That cloud looks like you.
No…of course it's not as beautiful.
Like dreams have a sort of plastic sheen about them,
A glaze like sugar donuts, like your candy lips,
The water runs perfect like a vanilla milkshake,
Whip cream waves crashing on the mocha shore
And making an adhesive of its particle grains.
Like tape they stick to you, the tiniest bits of dust on my Mona Lisa,
My Helen of Troy,
Who talks so sweetly as a million ships leave her harbor.
It's quiet out here.
You know I can hardly hear you right?
My hearings kind of bad and all, and your voice is as soft as orchid petals,
Quieter than a whisper but more fu
Drinking OxygenDrinking Oxygen in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
You don't mean to do it, I don't think, but everywhere I look I see you and these tender eyes, perfect pink smile shining like my moon on the darkest nights, stare right back at me. You've become the Mona Lisa, my first period teacher, my friends, my reflection and I spend my nights in California, lying on a beach with you, with you and sand pressed against my arms, gripping so tight but still not tight enough to feel your soul, to feel it like I feel it spilling through your lips. And I can feel your kisses like they're being given to me now, like water lapping against the shore in its endless flirt with sandbanks, crashing so softly into lips that are tender from lack of wear but slowly being saturated by yours. Like love. Like necessity, oxygen that we give so freely to each other. Like dependence, nourishment for two hungry souls. Like a place where two plus two equals one, where imagination is majesty, where media is retellings of us and every show on TV is a spin-
Buddy JesusBuddy Jesus in Free Verse More Like This
It seems we didn't meet this months margin
And we're down a couple million from last.
He couldn't buy that car he wanted,
the leather seats and three bill stereo jammed in the dashboard,
even though music is evil.
We're going to need to get those numbers up.
He sounded pretty pissed.
His wife left him again and he ran out of booze,
he's looking for some Scotch.
Could you run it up for me?
Alright, so we're going to need to call in the social worker.
We'll give him a couple days and once
he's sick of the hangovers, we get him off it.
A hung-over messiah is bad press.
But I got disconnected halfway through.
E n n u iE n n u i in Free Verse More Like This
My pupils are squares with thin slits
And vision is panorama widescreen,
That wonderful two-second-non-existent segue
Into intoxication only about ten beers away,
Eleven for the sake of sloppy kisses
And stories for tomorrow.
Hands are like hammers
Stained from splitting skulls,
Nose bloodied from beatings that play eternal
With genius sound-mixing
To underscore every punch
Little girl with the big shoesLittle girl with the big shoes in Free Verse More Like This
Little girl with the big shoes
Quite the catch, this one,
Jollying up the crowd with banana bread.
The bread crumbles in her impersonated Brit teeth
And it's crumbly and bohemian like her,
Just like her,
This petite girl with the blue and yellow boxing boots
Who drifts along gravel speckled concrete.
She walks the casino sky highways
Straight to the French Riviera,
Where she acquires and accent and mimes along the Champs Elysées,
Posing for pictures with sideways glances.
No doubt there are springs in her shoes,
Williams on her mind and Kerouac in her soul,
This beatnik beauty bouncing to life's guitar strings,
Throwing up her collar and letting down her hair,
Riding the brassy sound waves to the shores of California.
She makes milkshakes and malts of men and chocolate,
Watching as they liquefy at her feet.
Just the same,
I puddle in her presence
And I should probably thank her mother.