October 2012
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5 a.m in Santa Cruz
On pale mornings
when the sun weakly struggles to rise,
like a sore horse limping
and gradually fills the fading night
with rays of subtle warmth,
when the air falls still
and the flags along the pier fall silent
and the seagulls rest
filling their chests with ocean scents
in deep breaths,
claws sunk into softened wood,
and the water below
shifts and rolls with the faintest...
September 2012
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Here It Is
Here I am. I am a human.
like all those before me,
who sat, somespace, sometime,
with that feeling.
The feeling of feeling.
Looking from the inside out.
All men, great or not,
from all times in history,
recorded or forgot,
all once were alone in the quiet,
with their bare chests heaving,
pressed up against the great blackness,
experiencing the not quite pleasant,
not quite painful,...
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On the outskirts of town
between the rusty railroad tracks
and the gurgling stream,
in wooded alcoves
of shadow and green
the hobos sit on tree stumps and
foam beds stained dark with dirt,
gossiping over light beer,
while atop the slope
railroad spikes faintly rattle
with the sound of
far off trains.
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We who invest,
with no hopes of profitable return,
in this shapeless, heartless, lump
of twisting
concrete, steel, and lamplight,
that whirls like smoke
above the fires of time,
we have welled up
this monolithic specter
from the black bottoms
of our own guts like vomit,
so that we may devour it
in a great thirst.
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in love
If you ever got really excited
like just before getting your dick sucked or
a roller coasters drop then
you could really feel sick sometimes too,
a really aching soulful hurt.
and mostly for no reason
maybe just in spite of explosive love
the chest exploding love like when
a beautiful one you’ve had
sex with many times hic-ups unexpectedly
or when a beautiful one you
have yet to see naked...
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Black Cows
There were dry and pale grass fields
rolling out over the horizon
as far as the eyes could see,
like a great petrified ocean,
with still hills and mounds
softly waving and dipping into the distance
and melting into the clear summer sky.
The Black Cows lived out their lives there,
spilling themselves over endless hills and days,
peering over the hills and into orange sky
out of deep,...
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I saw
there was once a view
off of a high road and stone bridge
of an old dock,
silhouetted by a clear evenings sunset,
laying out over a calm lake,
stretching about a hundred meters and
falling apart into jagged support beams,
with green plant life crawling slowly
up their wood bodies,
and a loose, soggy, rotted wood plank
nailed on one side
and swaying in the waters
soft, steady...
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A Silent Step
The dust mote ballerinas
still dance, drunk with the rhythm
of gushing air filling a gap,
like the parted red sea released,
pouring into the emptiness in the
wake of a boot print.
They tenderly rise, curve, spiral, arch,
and fall about each other,
their translucent bodies filled
with deep amber pouring from above
and pooling on the pavement
that trails off into the deep blue...
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Vagabond Manifesto
where ever I go I will carry my destiny.
I have no choice but to fulfill it, for to deny it, would be it.
Wherever I trod, I lay the eternal stonework of my path
and it shall be a path
of conquest
fearlessness
love
destruction
courage
honesty
and discipline.
It shall be a trail ablaze with absurdity and passion
so that when death comes for me,
he will tremble
and...
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Concrete Jungle
There it was
across a lake of quiet sailboats with
ruffling sails and swollen wood
bobbing on the water,
underneath a gigantic steel bridge
that stands still
hundreds of meters over the restless waves,
packed with traffic;
steel cars silhouetted, glowing orange
with the evening summer sun
and behind hundreds of brick
windowed boxes
that rise and fall unevenly up the...
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It feels as
if I folded my forearms and shins up all the way
against the joint
but nothing snapped
and everything went black
and my limbs folded again
and again
then my torso
and on and on
until my head plunged into my belly button
my foot melded like hot plastic to my iris
and I became a single in-differentiable lump of putty
too small for my ego to float inside
as behind closed...
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The Umbilical Chord
Down by the lake
where I sat once,
the shy waves clack and lick
and streaks of blue neon
embrace translucent mounds,
backed by depths’ blackness,
formless, shifting in rhythm.
Down by the lake
where I sat once
the gentle winds crackle and whip
ruffling the soft cotton draped
over my body and sending my
stark hair leaping like flame.
Down by the lake
where ‘I’ sat;
a center of...
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One of my latest tracks
featuring samples from
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“Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer...”
– Dr. Suess
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“There are not enough morally brave men in stock. We are out of moral-courage...”
– Mark Twain, “United States of Lyncherdom”
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FULL OF LIFE NOW.
Full of life now, compact, visible, I, forty years old the eighty-third year of the States, To one a century hence or any number of centuries hence, To you yet unborn these, seeking you. When you read these I that was visible am become
invisible, Now it is you, compact, visible, realizing my poems,
seeking me, Fancying how happy you were if I could be with you and
become your comrade; Be it as...
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“If love be rough with you, be rough with love;
Prick love for pricking and you...”
– “Romeo and Juliet,” Act I, Scene IV (Shakespeare)
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“Fear of danger is ten thousand times more terrifying than danger itself.”
– Daniel Defoe
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The Adventures of Tom Sawyer
"Huck Finn and
Tom Sawyer swears
they will keep mum
about This and They
wish They may Drop
down dead in Their
Tracks if They ever
Tell and Rot."
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