1 " a beautiful girl spoke to me today thru little honey’d whispers dreaming icicles streams of words mouth moving saying much in little tones traveling passionately into distant lands far off hopes stranger’s arms a hoped-for death told her secret. "
2 " They closed the transient 5th Avenue Motel and now where will they go? They came from all over to stay for a night or a month or whatever they could afford, however they can afford it – and now it’s gone, broken windows boarded up, chain link fence surrounding it like it’s a dog with scurvy. The transient hotel drained pale, pissing in an empty ashtray. "
3 " I want the guilt hatred hostility shame violence perfectionism biases humanity to flee, jump off the Terminal Island bridge. How many times have I laid next to you in bed with my arms around you wanting to blow my brains out? My grave marks my preference, my erasure, my wholeness. "
4 " do you hate yourself i wonder? you can’t expect others to accept you until you’ve been able to accept yourself. sometimes i think i can really feel the pain. i’ve been there, i live there. but if you can make it through, nothing will beat you. you know the madhouses are full of emotional suicides. let’s just take it day by day. "
5 " i'm still waiting for someone to kick in the groove wake us up get the juices flowing and you know the shit gets more stale a little more square every day and we're diggin our own grave jumpin in head first and still we cry out for leaders to take us away start the groove over but the tunes are the same doesn't really matter where you start. "
6 " the words on the paper im readin are blarin out at me loud an angrylike tellin me there's no end to the recession theres no jobs theres no peace theres no hope man an people wonder why i do what i do? an bums are bummin lights from me and babies are squintin up at me an my coffee is rupturing my gut bitterlike an i guess the world is kinda like the coffee sometimes – ill be suffering thru both tomorrow. "
an answer to a crossword puzzle question
my body bears the strain of a suicide wannabe
the look in my eye turns people away
humanity frightens so easily that the words bubble to the top of the lobotomized "
11 " People tend to get nervous when you stare at them. They are racked with enough insecurities as it is. They always look away, glance back quickly and look away again. Some part of them melts and as they attempt to gather themselves, their flesh forms puddles at their feet. "
" what society dictates
cattle gathering around
learning devices called
mouths opening wider
while addictive morsels
of consumerism are
violently jammed into
and we lose more
bits and pieces
of our collective identity
17 " I woke last night from a nightmare in which I saw a malignant society of pathological liars racked with insecurities, consumed by guilt, screaming for violence and I noticed I was sweating most profusely as I thanked the heavens above that it was only a dream before turning on the light to get a cigarette. "
18 " anyway i saw it coming from the rooftops. they said the second coming was heading our way tomorrow’s world today force fed to us in a tobacco-colored spoon keep us entertained – content - oppressed. we prayed, friend, and they brought it down. "
19 " well it’s almost noon and i've done nothing all day, all my great plans shot to hell, of getting up at 7 and writing 3 new poems 1 new story 5 letters of sending out submissions to 4 new magazines and making several phone calls all by noon – so i'll just keep drinking coffee and reading from the stack of books on my kitchen table and maybe i'll go catch a flick and maybe just maybe i'll get half as much done tomorrow. "
20 " seeing is believing they say and if boundaries are limitless are we? or is existence twofold and doomed before the sights are set and if so does God really weep for humanity and must we continue to seek sustenance through escapism and do sporting events in all their microcosmic glory refute the tenets of nihilism or should we simply accept and wallow in our ignorance unbearable lightness of being creatures who feel what -- I don’t know "