Scene
from
outer
space
man-
kind
one
trou-
bled
soul
how
old
his-
tory
is
a
long
time
to
be
killing
each-
other
selves
mother
of
all heart
ache
being
born
Bones of the Biscuit Makers
They labored
with life
They labored
with lungs
They labored
with legs
They labored
with lust
They labored
with longing
They labored
with locality
They labored
with latitude
They labored
with
loquaciousness
They labored
with levers
They labored
with literature
They labored
with lines
They labored
with lenses
They labored
with light
They labored
with lint
They labored
with loss
They labored
with lethargy
They labored
with lateralness
They labored
with less
They labored
with loneliness
They labored
with l...
My
inner
child
has
no
toys
no
hands
ta hold
my inner
child
stopped
cryin long
ago
its
now
screams
my
inner
child
sits
waiting
for lessons
to be
learned
my
inner
child
burned
his fingers
on
purpose
so he wouldnt
feel the pain
*
Borne on the Wings
of Death
the baby cries
for nourishment
the toddler whines
for nourishment
the school child
pleads
for nourishment
the young lover
longs
for nourishment
the hard worker
toils
for nourishment
the retiree waits
for nourishment
the ailing body
lies
for nourishment
the freed spirit
changes
for nourishment
the effluvial
matter moves
for nourishment
the form becomes
fodder
for nourishment
(back to start)
Yup
was
10
when
the
not
so old
man
kicked
his
bucket
had
no
trouble
hiding
tears
there
was none
to
be shed
yup
was
13
when
Bobby
Ramirez
lost
his battle with
his
killer called leukemia
had
no
trouble
hiding
tears
i
didnt leave
the
house for
a
week
always
looking
over
my shoulder
for
two faces
it's
funny how
a
man
i
cant remember
funny
how
a
kid
i
cant forget
after
dec-
ades
they
still can
touch
my
heart
Growing Pain
I
was pushing
my
Tonka jeep
around
the living
room,
crashed it
into
the sliding
door,
elbow blood
I
was riding
my
green bicycle
no
hands, looking
back
at my friends
turned
and saw
the
white pickup
I
was flipping over
the
front of my ten
speed
right in the
path
of the freeway
onramp,
quickly
escaped,
felt my head
I
was body surfing
when
a six-foot wave
knocked
me to the
sandy
shore, I looked
down
at my dislocated
left
kneecap, yelled
I
was photographing
my
beautiful co-worker
as
we strolled around
the
music center, then
she
introduced me to
her
boyfriend, oh my gut
Ya
can't
stop
cre-
ativity
come
on
lady
it
would be
easier
ta cut my
damn
fingers off
break
both my
legs
watch me crawl
re-
move
all
the skin
from
my
bones
she
can't
stop
the
Muse
for
sure
she
is
con-
fused
crazy
lady
forcing
me
to
jump this
damn
fence
too
old
for
this
shit
stop
crea-
tivity
is
she
crazy
I drew
some pictures
of Fireball
XL5 when
I was three
As a preteen
I typed two
years of my
own personal
top 40 lists
17 I started
composing
lyrics then
poems and I
haven't stopped
In my 19th
summer I
convinced my
girlfriend to keep
our baby, marry me
Again at 32
I implored
my future third
wife to let our
daughter be born
Now I still make
poesy, burn CDs,
and do push-ups
over my sixth
spouse
as often as
possible
Fal-
low-
ing
drops
some
would
call
it
spat-
ter
most
would
be
unaware
what
10.5 pints
of
blood looks like
when
it not inside of
a
human body
caught
me
off
guard
hard
not
ta
look
one
sharp
blade
into
the heart
sure
fire
way
ta
start
mas-
sive
hemorrhaging
The Re-Enactment of
The Revolutionary War has begun
Pistol shots repeat into the air
M-80 booms nearby scare
Skyrockets sizzle then fizzle
Below the din on city streets
Safe and sane fireworks add
To the low-level smoky haze
Tonight spool out the water hose
Douse those spent charges
Go to bed and get under cover
The next morning gather
All the cardboard and plastic
Toss everything into the rolled
Waste bins because in our
Neighborhood it happens
Coincidentally this 248th year
To be trash day, is that a blessing
Upon this stretch of a United
State of America with a Spanish
Name for a region and a Turtle
Island on which we now reside
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