Sunday, August 19, 2012

Unstoppable nonsense


You can see it anywhere.  
Anywhere and everywhere.
This unstoppable nonsense.
crosses my mind as a river of boiling blood
letting the violent to drown
wish not, for their demise
but for their torture, they live it each and every day
we are of a kosher-class
I mean in the same way that we live the jihad
to share it as a gospel
it is only the betrayal of the inherent enlightenment 
that makes any of it matter
this ephemera of being
only as polluted as those who make it shorter
cheaper,
lousier, than it already was
I don’t want to sit and write anything
I don’t give a fuck about your cause
And thinking not of the real matters at hand
But rather arguing over the trivial mess
“No, no, let ME tell YOU why JIMMY HENDRIX is the greatest guitar player of all time.”
And we’ll have a chat, chure.
Nothing to hack at the roots though,
that would only lead to taking action
AND I have work in the morning.
try to convince spoiled suburban children
the importance of being original and unique
the power that our actions carry
...is worthwhile 
the meaning of what a jihad really is
...as they live it 
all while sitting in
air-conditioned classrooms
complaining about the cost of insurance
now that they don’t receive financial aid    

Saturday, August 4, 2012

sweetbread



And I sat there
eating pan dulce,
from the ultra-Mexican bakery
where the clerk spoke to me in perfect English
assuming I didn’t speak the language
I took it as a compliment on my complexion
While I thought of your smooth dark thighs
Como la concha-chocolate estaba comiendo
thinking so fondly of you
as the boxcars passed with their poetry
in the fading light,
trying not to think
how soon my shift was approaching
how badly I wanted you there to share in that moment
and yet you were in my thoughts
estabas con cada seco dulce mordida
to liven up an otherwise lame day
where we both had to work our menial jobs
in our menial lives
persisting on
through the crepuscular ephemera
that comprises this life
where it is time to begin anew
passando la calle en el crep├║sculo sol  
like the dawning of things
dilating my eyes for the coming night.