She tells me you are my addiction
My junky affliction
You are my crack cocaine and heroin
All rolled up into one potent love blunt
Every hit I take of you keeps me coming back for another taste
I never get my fill of you
Your love keeps me high
You are my methadone, my crystal meth
Inhale deeply your potent smoky love breath
People don’t understand why I am with you
I tell them she is my opium my speed my valium
She is a drug whose potency no other seller can match
My lover is my addiction
She is a drug and rehab all in one
I want more of her and double the quantity
She is my peaceful sex addiction
I chase after her like a junky craving a fix
She is my addiction and I am hers
Together we stay on this fix
People keep trying to tell us to stop
She is exotic medical pot
I say please please listen
we are each others addiction
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Monday, August 11, 2008
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Saturday
reworked old poems
wrote a new poem
thought about a new scene for book
watched The Yankees lose
saw people swimming in a pool
ate some really good pasta
my gums are starting to do better
happy about getting a new job
started reading A Good Day to Die
chatted back and forth with Joy
Free the innocent political prisoners
China out of Tibet
wrote a new poem
thought about a new scene for book
watched The Yankees lose
saw people swimming in a pool
ate some really good pasta
my gums are starting to do better
happy about getting a new job
started reading A Good Day to Die
chatted back and forth with Joy
Free the innocent political prisoners
China out of Tibet
Friday, July 25, 2008
THE SUBWAY POEM
I start my dark decent
fleeing from sunlight
running from the moon.
I spiral downward into the gray and black abyss
I see huddled masses clad in sadness
silently awaiting a trains arrival
A huddled mass of transit worshipers
Slaves to her bone crashing steel
Sometimes she grows hungrier
and long time worshipers are fed to her bloody rails
crushing her victims daily
engulfing them with her hot dirty breath
mouth open, she eats New Yorkers,
swallows rush hour whole
alas skyward as a surfacing whale
excreting them through her many orifices
holding them captive in her darkness
hushing voices with her vociferous cries
Snapping her silver jaws at her prisoners’ backsides
Daily her faithful pay gladly for more abuse
Offering no more affection than being
smothered in each others morning stench
She waits silently hungrily
her preys’ return to jostle their senses
she runs when it pleases her and never slumbers
guiding the blind in her steeped darkness
When she chooses to sleep
her prisoners beg for mercy
Enslave and offer themselves to her once again
She receives and swallows them whole
fleeing from sunlight
running from the moon.
I spiral downward into the gray and black abyss
I see huddled masses clad in sadness
silently awaiting a trains arrival
A huddled mass of transit worshipers
Slaves to her bone crashing steel
Sometimes she grows hungrier
and long time worshipers are fed to her bloody rails
crushing her victims daily
engulfing them with her hot dirty breath
mouth open, she eats New Yorkers,
swallows rush hour whole
alas skyward as a surfacing whale
excreting them through her many orifices
holding them captive in her darkness
hushing voices with her vociferous cries
Snapping her silver jaws at her prisoners’ backsides
Daily her faithful pay gladly for more abuse
Offering no more affection than being
smothered in each others morning stench
She waits silently hungrily
her preys’ return to jostle their senses
she runs when it pleases her and never slumbers
guiding the blind in her steeped darkness
When she chooses to sleep
her prisoners beg for mercy
Enslave and offer themselves to her once again
She receives and swallows them whole
BITCH ASS NEIGHBOR
the life he hears but can not see
as he lays dying
he hears the sounds of life below
the sounds of love and dancing rhythms
cozily oozing their way through his walls
they torture him in his quiet tomb
he wishes to decay
in his quiet lonely cave
but sounds of laughter and love batter his bitterness and beseech him in his brooding
depressing him deeper into his downfall of disappearing
he’s dying every day
while I am living in 5k
as he lays dying
he hears the sounds of life below
the sounds of love and dancing rhythms
cozily oozing their way through his walls
they torture him in his quiet tomb
he wishes to decay
in his quiet lonely cave
but sounds of laughter and love batter his bitterness and beseech him in his brooding
depressing him deeper into his downfall of disappearing
he’s dying every day
while I am living in 5k
Friday, July 4, 2008
about to watch the end of a movie Juno
took shit out of Joy's house
spoke to dad on the phone
mailed taxes at post office
some girl fainted at post office ambulance showed up
drank two G2's
ate coconut sherbet
bree cheese with raisin bread
carried heavy boxes of kitchen tiles
practiced poem for feature
wrote 2 and half pages of novel
took shit out of Joy's house
spoke to dad on the phone
mailed taxes at post office
some girl fainted at post office ambulance showed up
drank two G2's
ate coconut sherbet
bree cheese with raisin bread
carried heavy boxes of kitchen tiles
practiced poem for feature
wrote 2 and half pages of novel
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
today went well
got paper work done
spoke with school payroll secretary Joan
she was very pleasant & not too helpful
now sitting in AC
the power keeps going out on AC
need to make some phone calls and mail some paper work to UFT
this is not a poem but a post
planning to go shopping with Joy in a bit
Joy did my taxes, we're going to mail them
Joy finished making me my new dread hat
I added this to my blog
licking envelopes is nasty, yuck!
got paper work done
spoke with school payroll secretary Joan
she was very pleasant & not too helpful
now sitting in AC
the power keeps going out on AC
need to make some phone calls and mail some paper work to UFT
this is not a poem but a post
planning to go shopping with Joy in a bit
Joy did my taxes, we're going to mail them
Joy finished making me my new dread hat
I added this to my blog
licking envelopes is nasty, yuck!
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
monday blues
today
another sunday
i see the sun in the day
i awake to morning chalice exotic weed
my brain turns irie
a day to smoke
a day to burn
i eat oatmeal mixed with walnuts and raisins
the mac gets brought back and installed anew
my lover sees the different me
we talk our daily therapy
my medication is ingested
the sunday rolls on
in moments i am deeply invested
now it's a monday
another monday
many things to do
before the moon shows through
morning tears
sincere
for mistakes of yesteryears
much to do
much to get done
before this monday is changed to tuesday by the sun
another sunday
i see the sun in the day
i awake to morning chalice exotic weed
my brain turns irie
a day to smoke
a day to burn
i eat oatmeal mixed with walnuts and raisins
the mac gets brought back and installed anew
my lover sees the different me
we talk our daily therapy
my medication is ingested
the sunday rolls on
in moments i am deeply invested
now it's a monday
another monday
many things to do
before the moon shows through
morning tears
sincere
for mistakes of yesteryears
much to do
much to get done
before this monday is changed to tuesday by the sun
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Poetry Stage
tonight my love performs
she is a feature
i used to be a teacher
tonight she will brighten up the stage
i will follow her with poetic rage
after i escape this office cage
tonight it's love junkies
set free in society
she is a feature
i used to be a teacher
tonight she will brighten up the stage
i will follow her with poetic rage
after i escape this office cage
tonight it's love junkies
set free in society
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