Things to do with a blank page
-write a story with monsters
-paper airplane
-roll a doobie
-stare
-make a list
-nothing
-draw a picture of your family
-write your own obituary
-write slanderous lies about yourself and then defend... yourself
-wipe your ass
-cut someone
-fear the reaper

my house breaths with the stink of gin

and the trees slump under the weight of ineptitude

and a lonesome cardboard box that once contained food

now sulks around the yard with the lone stray dog,

her teats rescinding after her young have migrated to new apartments and city parks

while elsewhere...

the cobwebs strung across my window have been abandoned

and my curtains of makeshift tablecloths towards the sun behind the glass

and the sound

of a cigarette being extinguished is the only sound

in the house, short of the short breath that cycles though my lungs

as i tread beneath the shifting sands
the seething flesh of the desert dries my throat
i hear the bustle of nomads, the children of cracked red mountains,
the mothers and fathers of yesterday, the family of amnesia

and shafts of light illuminate weightless beams of sand
lingering as if in the waiting room of life
the rains are late but the sands will wait for a drink, for a taste,
for the singular moment
among countless desolate days where the indifferent sun takes
but elsewhere gives, gives, gives

in between those parched nights that drag across our lives
we find moments to quench those desolate days
when the waters come down
and we almost drown as all of life
comes rushing down our throats
and in our eyes and ears a single moment that overwhelms eternity

The Rebellion of the Leopard

We paid the check and we sallied out without incident
as we walked towards everything outside in rain
the girl with the impression of Aaron
the trousers of the leopard.

you are so as, in the news or something she said
Its nasal voice of the south of Jersey did that my skin crawls.
that shit that it presses so. A business is right that you also know.
He is everything on the money, they does not say the truth unto him.
He watched it with an expression that shouted scorn simultaneously and the diversion.
please spare the details that he said.

The diversion fell immediately of its face. Its lip was stirred up in synch
with its eyebrow whereas it was dazzled in her.
Ugh

rolled towards outside as if the second nature
is rebelling so trustworthy of you?

And reasons raged ahead in the middle of stifled sobs and the unequal breathing
and she looked extinguished as if their feet burned simultaneously
and buried in the concrete lip of Aarons still was stirred up
a cigarette maintained where put too much firmly towards
outside whereas we watched her disappear by always

The Library Overheard

Under fluorescent lights I can feel

like the heat died of clumsy breathing

what class of music to listen

the metal mainly nevertheless what you do

you stop to mean the metal has considered

whenever no one wishes to hear that

you speak to speak to a task

no permission is worthy of

his other way around hat and

its arm bands lives strong

Alphabet Soup

a bee can drink
effectively forver
given he impales juicy
killing lasciviously
mounting nebulas
oscilating propellors
quickly refurnishing
saline truckers
undulating virandas
wailing xanadu
yearning zealot

more overheard conversations...

Busdriver: If your child is over 36 inches tall, you must pay full fare for him. If you are more than 30 years old, live with your parents, and don't pay rent, you must pay for everyone else on the bus. Next stop: Brooklyn Hospital.

NYU student #1: I think our degrees will definitely appreciate in value over our lifetimes.
NYU student #2: Yeah, dude, especially when the rest of the world is destroyed and New York becomes Mega City One.

Girl: Do you think I should have a party?
Mother: No, no one would come.
Girl: Why not?
Mother: Because you smell.

Kid, as blind woman passes by: You know why you should never jump a blind person?
Friend: Why?
Kid: One, they could fight back like Daredevil. Two, it's just cruel. And three, you can't hit 'em in the face 'cause they're used to it. All fallin' down the stairs all the time...

Customer: If I'm going to pay 20 dollars for a piece of meat, the least they can do is give me something to wipe my face with.

new overheard stuffs...

Office thug #1: Yo, Windows is like mad retarded!
Office thug #2: Say what?
Office thug #1: I said Windows is bullshit man.
Office thug #2: Man, I been telling you that shit for years. My G5 is way better than whatever computer you got.
Office thug #1: Nigga, my laptop has AIDS!

Customer: I'll take four glazed and you pick the others.
Donut guy: So, fill up the rest with stale ones?

Guy #1: We could go by Mike's
Guy #2: Which Mike? Fun Mike or Shitty Mike?
Guy #1: I always forget which one is which with you.
Guy #1: Fun Mike always pays for everything... Shitty Mike always has no money and throws up.
Guy #2: You'd think I could keep that straight.


Cop, taking report of stolen car: Ok, what was the color, make and model?
Metro Guy: It's cranberry and...
Cop: Cranberry's something you eat, son, your car was red.

Girl #1: My worst fear is falling on a picket fence or getting eaten by a shark.
Girl #2: Oh yeah, well my worst fear is someone pushing me forward onto a blackboard and having my teeth scrape down the front. That would be awful.

writing experiment number 6

or

an autobiography written by silence

all is silent with the exception of labored breathing
and thunderous appluase from the mighty zeus

and BAM!!!

out pops a screaming child
born into the world screaming in silence
and asleep within moments
sleeping the sleep of lions fed

in silence the music grows
ten years since the day
and a soft tune that reminds the crowd
of necessary moments of silence
when the calamity was too great to bear
and moments of blaring triumph
when the mundane silences where to loud hear

the guitar came in first with sweeping and subtle melody
to warm its listeners like hot apple cider on a cool falls day

then the bass slinks in at frequencies so low and sparse
its impossible to imagine what that bass had in mind

the rhythm of bongos and cymbals in the distance
signal the oncoming war, the oncoming music of eternity

and ever so gently the mandolin sweeps in
like a lonesome breeze across the back of a sweltering neck

in the scalding desert where stagnant air and silence is king
the music grows when the silence is patient
and the cacaphony waits for its moment to strike
like lightning that touches down but once
and never again