the objects keep changing.
Ashtrays to cry into,
the suffering brother of the wood walls,
the forty-eight keys of the typewriter
each an eyeball that is never shut,
the books, each a contestant in a beauty contest,
the black chair, a dog coffin made of Naugahyde,
the sockets on the wall
waiting like a cave of bees,
the gold rug
a conversation of heels and toes,
the fireplace
a knife waiting for someone to pick it up,
the sofa, exhausted with the exertion of a whore,
the phone
two flowers taking root in its crotch,
the doors
opening and closing like sea clams,
the lights
poking at me,
lighting up both the soil and the laugh.
The windows,
the starving windows
that drive the trees like nails into my heart.
Each day I feed the world out there
although birds explode
right and left.
I feed the world in here too,
offering the desk puppy biscuits.
However, nothing is just what it seems to be.
My objects dream and wear new costumes,
compelled to, it seems, by all the words in my hands
and the sea that bangs in my throat.
And a reign of terror
Everywhere.
No opportunity to live
No legitimacy.
Here
No right work to do.
No word to
Express the truth.
No justice to natives
No way out to solve problems.
No one is free
And nothing is effective.
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And not deceived
By anyone else
But myself.
Here
I suffer
Only for
My weaknesses.
And here
I forget to
Visit royal garden
Full of flowers
Fruits and
Sweet birds,
Though, they are
Always all around me
And also within me.
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Here
I can move
As I wish.
Here
No response
From any side.
Even this
Telephone
Is out of order.
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Stay beyond flying
Beyond dying.
Each one is leaving
And each one is
Forgetting.
But it is all
To remember
In this November
And in December
With the truth
And winter.
Stay awake dear
Everything is clear
With this sunshine-nectar.
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Dear, just go on
Earning time
In you
In me.
Great sea is
Waiting.
Great sweeping
By the air
Just go on
Visiting.
All rising
All thinking
For life
For light
And showing
Each other might.
All alive.
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Birth and death,
Happiness and distress,
curses and favors-
All belong to life,
And life is also
There in all here.
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It will feed you!
‘LOL…
Look, Mac
The joke is on you.
If you don’t give us what we want,
Millions will suffer.’
This has usages you will not believe.
‘Seriously,
What do you want?
Some change or something.
I think I’ve got a dollar.
You want it so you can leave me alone! ? ‘
This bone is so magical,
It will make you belive it’s meat.
Thick and juicy when that need begins to creep.
‘Here…
Take this two dollars and split.
With that ‘wannabee’ Edgar Allan Poe’ skit!
You don’t know how funny you is, du ya?
LOL…
I hope ya’ll ain’t out here in numbers! ‘
Perhaps!
And your number just came in.
Put this in water and let it boil hot!
Grab that pot before it cools.
And dropp some salt and pepper,
Ifyagotit in that pot.
And spices and herbs.
Add a vegetable or two.
You’ll be amazed what the mind…
In your future can do!
If you let it!
‘Man, don’t step no closer,
Or I’ll have to ‘pop’ ya!
I don’t know who sent you here,
On an aggravation mission.
But I will be fine.
My employer has informed me!
And all of us here today…
Our loyalty and devotion
Will always keep us in good standing!
He has ensure our rights are upheld.
Along with our investments.’
Here. Here…
I am proud you are filled with pride.
However,
Keeping one’s dignity is not for the upcoming scenes.
That movie is no longer in play mode!
Think of it,
Think of it as a gift!
A gift towards ‘strengthening’ your investments.
Also…
Think of it as a tool.
Or a weapon to diffuse confusion.
You’ll find it has many usages.
Keep it!
It’s yours to do as you wish.
Or…
Wish you had it if you dismiss it!
‘Man,
Will you get outta here tryin’ to ‘spook’ somebody,
Dayum! ‘
And that’s a very weak ‘Vincent Price’ imitation! ‘
Vincent Price?
You remember Vincent Price?
Then you ‘should’ have ‘some’ insight!
If you remember…
Vincent Price!
Vincent Price?
Vincent Price?
You can remember ‘thee’ Vincent Price?
Then you ‘should’ have ‘some’ insight!
If you can remember ‘thee’ Vincent Price….
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaah.
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Emanating off the pyre
Of my dreams shattered
Of my desires crumbled
I am burning on
In the self-made bed
Of thorny longings,
Of shimmy belongings,
Of my unspelt promises,
Of my unuttered truths.
With these smokes of uncertainty,
Vapours of dilemmas,
Charcoals of fire
Bones of my existence
And flesh of presence,
I disperse
Into the blue of the space,
Into the blue of the ocean,
Into the black hole of
Eternal time and
Ethereal space.