I am Bartleby i
Aug08

I am Bartleby i

“It never meant juvenile delinquents, it meant characters of a special spirituality who didn’t gang up but were solitary Bartlebies staring out the dead wall window of our civilization . . . ” Jack Kerouac I am Bartleby, So don’t bother me The narrator say “the easiest way of life is the best” That, too, is my bray, don’t press it “a bit of wreck in the mid Atlantic” Sailed from Perth to Niantic So let’s not get frantic “No; I...

Read More
Personals
Aug07

Personals

  not interested in anyone older than 35   *   mixed latino 19 (downtown LA) is looking for   maybe an older brother type (meaning 28 and under) so plz no dad types unless youre like Anderson Cooper hot.   if you are straight and curious it’s a plus or if you got a gf or wife it’s a plus.   *   sunday :] – 19 (lancaster.) Please no fat guys or guys old enough to be my grandfather, Just a...

Read More
Marshmallows
Aug04

Marshmallows

We live in a pornographic world – soiled with piss-covered sheets and cigarette-ash-stains that anchor down the curses begrudgingly departing an angry nonconformist’s dilapidated lips; lips gone tired of a world filled with artifice, deplete of luster, and above all things Grey, Grey, Grey.   This world is dry; parched. It is fatigued from carrying problematic wonderings. Should one please with thoughts or think of...

Read More

Bus Ride to Newtown

On city bus riding on provisional tar roads layered with rain, Watching silently in my head while water roars on the windows and people in coats grumble crowdedly, And me in my thin blue jumper! Silly for such a cold day but what is there to do? I suppose I could get off at Newtown and get me a cheap raincoat or windbreaker from Vinnies, And then if Josh doesn’t show up catch the next rainy bus to Lewisham, But that’s in the future...

Read More

Life & Death

Twin horns beat against the backdrop Twin horns dancing To their own song Twin horns color an otherwise Black night Pale street lights hug trash in the middle of the road A winos lips grab that last gulp Never enough despite being told its too much by so many The twin horns remain Always in sync Despite the separation Of time, space, and...

Read More

Lewisham Visitation

A football oval somewhere –––– long verdurous grass growing thick from good soil. By the footpath concrete, sitting, watching the ancestor of an illegal dutch immigrant, Who last week just lost it and sat on his desk upside down in a rage, And the kindergarten teacher with her dog, A small little animal with short curled fur and a grinning mouth, And slow-like, the thin strips of velvet silver smoke ascend into the blue air Twirling...

Read More

Meeting of the Dharma Bums at Piper’s Bar

Jack came back at Piper’s Bar He was doing snuff with Chuck And laughing at me “I’m always here, man. I’m the other half of your heartbeat. I need you to keep me alive.” I cursed and I swore That I thought that I didn’t need Jack no more But he came down from Oregon To put me back upon my rails “You know how old I was when I died?” He asked Placing a hand upon my shoulder I nodded, “Two years older than I am...

Read More

going places

going places where are you going with your body which never really came here in the first place there is a three foot bubble around me and only the animals are tame but some of them are wild as russian tigers which i avoid assiduously as a human your alibi is tight as air a migrating bird got lost in a restaurant i picked it up with only one hand and showed it to the door it rejoined its comrades in a parking lot you would do the same...

Read More