If You Squint...

...you can see the tulips.

More Haiku

I need a lover
To fuck my body and mind
Before I am numb

We need our gurus
Vessels of divinity
Lead to inspire

Leaving all of this
In degrees of "happiness"
Optimistic dread

Haiku One

Escape from prisons
Of the spirit and the soul
"Happy" fantasies

When lovers unite
Limitless inclinations
Come out late at night

You know who you are
A giant funhouse mirror
I am you are me

The Burden of Animals

The Burden of Animals

Heavy like something
Carried around with nowhere to unload
Except on you
(With preference to “in” you)
Perhaps the truth is forever present

Selfish may not be inaccurate
But the bio-chemicals…
And huge doses of testosterone
Provokes these behaviors: dumb, irrational
Non-ambiguous appetites

Bad girl meeting bad boy: tendencies
Behind our masks and roles
Grotesque awkwardness spent
Just desire and necessity lingering
Liberation and nurturance

A master plan shoddily executed
Perhaps an ambitious fantasy
Intellectually erotic love attraction
Or distilled to simplest terms
Just…the desperate burden of animals

Racing to Normal

Toward the end of the tunnel.

Light.

Cursed is the Blessed Human Animal

What is preventing us (all of us) from simply enjoying our time here (on earth)? Why can't we just find our comfort zones and save the drama and the angst for stage plays and jigsaw puzzles? There's fun to be had and we've already had enough grief to last us well into our next (and next after) lives.

Believe me, I get it. We are the humans; homo-fucking-sapien. There are complexities, subtleties, and inconsistencies, no doubt. That comes with the ability to reason and drive stick.

But, we also have the very basic responsibility to share an interesting chat, laugh until we gag, and fuck each other silly every so often. It is me, or are my priorities skewed?

Her & Him: In One Act

Him: Let's talk about this more in person, alright?
Her: Oh. Don't worry, I understand. Really.
Him: Understand what?
Her: I understand the "we have to talk" shit.
Him: Actually, I don't think you do.
Her: You're dumping me, right?
Him: Uh, no. I'm trying to tell you something important though. Uh, I love you.
Her: Oh. That changes things, doesn't it? I, uh...
Him: You make me happy and stuff. That's all I'm saying.
Her: You make me fucking crazy. That's all I'm saying.
Him: So, now what?
Her: Hell if I know.

Necessity of Despair

"It seems that two qualities are necessary if a great artist is to remain creative to the end of a long life; he must on the one hand retain an abnormally keen awareness of life, he must never grow complacent, never be content with life, must always demand the impossible and when he cannot have it, must despair. The burden of the mystery must be with him day and night. He must be shaken by the naked truths that will not be comforted. This divine discontent, this disequilibrium, this state of inner tension is the source of artistic energy. Many lesser poets have it only in their youth; some even of the greatest lose it in middle life. Wordsworth lost the courage to despair and with it his poetic power. But more often the dynamic tensions are so powerful that they destroy the man before he reaches maturity."

- Humphry Trevelyan on Goethe

Nix Mary

Horrified and saddened to tears – sobbing
But responsible to bear witness
To learn never to fail to remember
Or repeat the horrors of our disgraceful history
Present or future

Heed the warnings while never
Underestimating the human capacity for evil
To inflict pain upon other humans
From Birkenau to Darfur

There are few things more mystifying
Than a miniature casket
Like a betrayal
Or a broken promise to your God
Seeing makes no sense

Little angels everywhere
A raw, cold, penetrating day
Jesus Christ crying
No words to describe the atrocity of this monster
“A Sight That Makes No Sense”

Those of us who are strong
Those of us who are smart
Owe the rest a great deal
To carry forward
And to cry for strangers

Bed > Hotel > 17th Floor > Chicago

"In your arms I'm softly resting
Memories of you undressing
And your lips my final blessing
I never knew

The embrace that I'd been lacking
Has been found with kisses smacking
And two bodies there attacking
I and you"

-Bonnie Prince Billy

Better Toward Best

"I swear," he said. "It's getting much better. There's just a process involved here."

"I miss you," she said."

"I know," he replied. "I totally miss you...each and every moment, I do."

"It's temporary," they both declared simultaneously.

"Jinx," she said.

They laughed...

Like The Phoenix

Resurrection from embers
Of burned bridges
Perceived betrayals
And lost contact

Cliché like the phoenix

Impressed with own powers of
Survival and instinct
Preservation meeting perseverance
Will intersecting selfish, stubborn desire

Bending realities like breaking rules

Expanding repertoire of skill
Cementing position as king
Among world-class snobs and makers
Carrying forward with usual superiority airs

I still control my world

I Am My Art

It's a big theme in my life, learning about myself and being a better person. I'm a work in progress still; I have revelations every day.

As far as my art is concerned, if I'm going to do it, I can only aim for greatness. Because, honestly, the physical act of documenting the ideas that I have is no goddamn fun. So if it's not going to be great, I'd rather go swimming.

Sadness

"The real sadness," he added, "is the breakdown in discourse of the marketplace of ideas."

Missed Opportunities

YOU: Standing in kitchen, making cream o' wheat, looking fine, showing all the goods, licking spoon as I'd like you to lick me.

ME: Watching you, squinting to make all your clothes disappear, wanting to pull you to me and eat you like a danish. Me thinking/hearing:

So let's do it, just get on a plane and just do it
Like the birds and the bees and get to it
Just get out of town and forever be free

Death & Birth

Claude: Rest in peace. Poor horse got kicked to death.

Mindy: Welcome to this nutty, cukoo world.

Although everything is different, nothing has changed. It's kind of like wicked magic.

C'mon Down to the Five and Dime Store...

...where they don't sell fives and dimes no more.

Thanks Asshole

The White House projected yesterday that the federal budget deficit for the current fiscal year will exceed $400 billion, well above an earlier $341 projection.

I was out on the back deck havin' a smoke just now and thinking how men are always so:

"I PEE HERE. THIS IS MY LAND. DON'T MESS WITH THE RULES."

I can stand up and piss too; it's just a little...different.

Well, shit, dude. I was just sayin'.

Theater

Life is theater
The world's a stage
Enjoy the show

I'll be your host

Welcome