see red

If you're horrified by

Aleppo, give a gift to inspire

unwrap speed

Quyen Nghiem, not I,

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bring Russian style

kleptocracy to the US,

add salted egg yolk

and you'll get the Big
Mac secret sauce

sauce pls I'm a

little vulnerable now,

why haven't you yet

tumblrized yr sexuality?

Would you like another

martini and talk

about martinis

or wheeling you around

the dance floor

I'll make you two promises,

a very good steak that's

medium rare and the

truth which is very rare

I am not a sore loser,

we are not sore losers,

but I know what can

be gained by losing,

and I'm damn sure

using this 76% off

comprehensive online course

eat com suon out of

newspaper

squatting pot of

mama ramen

look to the east

after dawn

and close my eyes

the heat of our vision
see us approach
hear the words we speak
what we speak aren't words
radicals come out of my gums
feel the pain we endure
what we feel isn't pain
tell a great river ran here
their bodies connecting the coasts
how much blood eroded the mountains
red tunnels with dynamite
see that someone else lived here
marks on brick and radiator cover
you eat and eat
just what's beneath
don't return to see
the dishes are clean

all i

all I
hear
outside are
mechanized
sounds
ten thousand
drones
appreciate rocks
again

in a plastic bag
with the
Walgreens logo
 
   another
   plastic
     bag

I was
   supposed to

write a book
  but

VEGETABLES!

at dans

god had to
limit me
somehow,
I wasn't gifted
musically,
It's all in my
head, not in my
hands.
Dan Y. plucks out
the mood,
reverbing,
creating long spells

eat up
_____
come out of
hiding,
quell your
passions
be a model
unto yrself
know your
vices, live
them a moment

harmonize
with me
I am not yr
enemy, I am
merely a
monkey w/ something
to say. A chubby
one at that.
How can I
be inspired when
I'm on my ass?
Share w/ me
and I will
share w/ you.

Keep playing
til my ears pop,
I do everything
they tell me
not to do.
I stood in front
of the teacher
to apologize.
Grades ffflew
by, F-ZERO.

12/16/15

there's more to life
than Philadelphia.
Everyone realizes
that or really
maybe not
maybe not everyone
has realized
  life
          is
Suffering,
   everyday you start
pushing, no rest til
             Death

I'm a little
unstable,

I opened my
mouth & out
came -- not nonsense
but

guess

Pushing myself
Out of one room
Into the next
With the canvas
Eighty percent
On the north wall
Twenty on the east
I thought
When I was truly alone
Did I lament
At the possibility
Of this white window
Staring back
Saying never will
You put a drop
On me, never will
You make a mark
At this point
It's marked
Beyond recognition
Some surrealist scape
With fantastic rocks
Like half an armrest
Shared in lecture
The red blackness
When lights dim
And eyes adjust
To slides
To projectors
Producing heat
Fumes from a marker
Calls like a chore
Remember Tweety?
Draw me a Tweety
Tweety appeared
Airbrushed on
Black bombers
In memoriam
And here I am
At work wearing
Guess

tuesday

i'm in bed trying to figure my own meaning
after 131 episodes of dragonball i grew bored of deciphering
a monday, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr's birthday
no flex day this week, so i leave work at five

rather than seven, time enough to drag the garbage through the side alley
its wooden fence door that only blocks one end
i get a text about the tripwire reading
as i'm drilling new holes into the aluminum door

sliding bar wouldn't reach the hole in the concrete any longer,
as it always had, it was dark already and in the negatives
i wore beb's leather gloves which were tight,
and fretted a little more on things that fall apart

light of the street lamp that stood outside the wall
i could see the drill head twist my breath
click! the lock slid in -- a temporary fix
hustle on inside to make fresh chicken soup

from neck, heart, breast, and liver
tomatoes, onions, potatoes, and garlic