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Only WordsOne rimy morning,
he arose from her prose,
emerged from her dirge,
traversed so gallantly
out of her darkened listless verse.
Nowhere to be found
in Appendix B was he.
Stealthily, he managed to circumvent
the moodily scrawled table of contents.
"Finally," he mellowly thought,
"Free at last from that despicable plot."
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Hungry EyesHold still
while I unstrap
the hot pink protective cover
from this doughy bread basket brain
to leaven some morsels
of philosophical tangentia
into your craving claws.
Sit quietly on that sidewalk curb
as I crawl off the metal life accelerator,
the sunny rays refracting
off this cotton candy mind bucket,
stultifying the stagnation of your sham
of a simpleton sojourn.
Come close, but stay far
as I quietly waken your senses,
hushly whisper in your ear:
The day doesn't begin
until you open your eyes.
Summer Heat2AM dew condensating gently nearby.
Bodies thrash wildly,
careening through the serene.
Long fibrous muscles
pump euphorically in stride.
Musical notes float invisibly
into an intricately weaved
colorful blanket of youthful bliss,
over the dreamy recesses
of a sleepy mind's eye.
A sailor kisses a girl.
Smiles shoot like gunfire.
A million stories unfold,
all in synch.
Hydroplaning Through HollywoodI am dropped carelessly like a needle into the map on a windy, rainy December night, whipping my nimble peg leg feet through skim layers of dirt water on the sidewalks of Hollywood Boulevard.
I am at unease, a dis-ease. Shaky nerves, dampened bangs, and a seemingly wide-open timeline of nullity.
Two teenage boys race down the street, hydroplaning on puddles, laughing boisterously with smiles that invite me to spectate the discord. Boy #1 careens into a light pole, his testicles smashed flat: tears are shed. I finally laugh after hours of being placed in a self-contained vacuum of dysphoria. A smile breaks loose amidst the funk of my tortured-soul-enveloped-in-gloom!-total-annihilation!-we-all-are-doomed! self. I flash a glance within myself and sprint, comforted by schadenfreude.
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
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