Snow Day Blues And Old Poems Resurrected

English Majors And Damn Allegories

Tattooed intellectual placing roses
at the steps of your feet. I'll
be satisfied to call disco balls
cults that float on the ocean
kenning that I'll call America.
The distance between often becomes
too much and tell me, Mr. Intellectual,
what will you do when one disco ball
floats into the other and creates
a machine gun
in mid air?



London Bridge Is Falling Up [see what i did there?]

sold in the midst of John
Steinbeck and Charles Bukowski—
starbucks coffee and two-piece suits,
this miraculous peace of life
imprinted on my soul—
imprinted in the backs of my books.
slips of paper placed
unfastidiously within—
slips of paper that hold
the secrets of life.
what is the meaning
of life,
you
[don't]
say?
it covers each page,
devours each shredded
tree like London
Bridge and the first
great tragedy there
of the bubonic plague.
plague like words.
fire like postcards.
secrets like life.
the meaning of life
is the murder of censorship.
the meaning of life
is green fingernail polish
and pink hair.
the meaning of life
is running in the rain.
the meaning of life
is caring and not caring.
the meaning of life
is you and your
words
which are
merely
just
words.


Documentary Of A Forgotten Life

over 1000 days while time is not
infinite and maybe neither
am I—
or you.
zombie love
CT scan of life causes me
to have no regrets—
no love—only thoughts.
selfish youth parades through
my forgetful mind—
streamers of tears float from
my childish mind into the empty
sky—so often empty,
so often forgetful of the
plane of youth that flies
over me each night—
buoyancy of thought
and my own
nonsituational irony.
I expected this like your
death and mine. do you
still have a soul without
mine or did our conceptual
souls only form to make
a zombie that's
dumb
so dumb—
a staged performance and
you,
you
were True Blue and I,
I was fake plastic pink
lost in a peered world.
let this poem be a birthday
letter full of blue jewels
and Bell Jars and ether.
our zombie was dense and
so often floats to the top
of my jar—
divides the oil and the water
like an omnipotent god divides
our supposed existence—
Marxism of the heart—
an organ temporarily beating
supplying blood, oxygen,
life to the mind—
although forgetful,
remembers with each
REM cycle. I couldn't
help but see your faces
in the lunar eclipse—
two balls of matter leaking
back into the abyss—
melted memories of
found time.


The Minority Once Again While Sitting In A School Improvement Meeting

educate what?
improve drop-out
improve standardized testing
that determines life
educate what?
educate numbers—
terms created by man—
increments that have
discovered and created what?
zeroes and ones creating
Ipods
word processors
life saving mechanisms
that prolong life and
the inevitable.
English stories and lies
written by man—
language forms by sounds
coming from vocal chords
and cave man discovery.
science and heads shoved
in rubix cubes—
who created this
massive puzzle—
this elaborate sudoku
that has no solution
because there is none.
history teaches the
lost time of man—
man's accomplishments
man's trials
man's mistakes
man's art
man's needles
and the haystack is
so large
so large.