Them fucking cell phone cameras 

Truth, Beauty, Love ...

{ cool stuff; iOS devices; }

 ... sweat, flesh, let me kiss you you kiss me ... 

{ 8MP sensor; f/2.2 aperture; A7 chip; 1080p HD; }

... musical vibration on the floor, sex & skin on skin, broken guitar string, eye contact with the singer, with the lover, with the father, with the mother, beautiful wild bird flying right into the windshield, dead now, but she WAS alive!, so anyway ... 

{ got to send this to mom and dad, to the kids, college graduation, weddings I gotta get this new COOL STUFF,  everybody, all of us together, anytime, our special moments, how cool is that? } 

... don’t miss your life. 

You brought your Apple to your teachers and they said you’re more powerful than you think but 

they don’t know the half of it. 

Don’t miss your life; you can’t take it with you, all those photos; won’t be any autofocus on your dead body but your own original soul will always get the point and know when to click. 

Kansas and Profound

I’m saying this with a straight face.

When I was entombed in Kansas as a kid

I was always looking around for something profound

anything

And when I looked across that long state 

from the second floor window of tv and tv dinners

I knew that there was an infinity over the state line of

something 

And while that profound thing occurred to me 

in Kansas 

and that was profound too,

considering 

I didn’t see any reason to stick around there

with that knowledge.

This lesson can be applied anywhere, anytime

so be ready to run. 

Great Expectorations 

I came to this city first in the second grade 

this city of smoking hot juicy dripping black

men and women and rare red meat but then

I got here and the school field trip 

was to a closed slaughterhouse with a polite 

white tour 

guide.

Well, hell: some things you heard about end

or get kicked to the city limits like a dirty ball

that used to be pink; now everything pink 

sleeps sweet

suburban. 

Be careful; what you couldn’t wait for gone sour -

3AM jazz turned to PTA jizz 

- you got to spit that shit right       OUT.                                         

Two guns, talking 

Two guns
a sawed-off shotgun and a pistol 
talking in a McDonalds attached
to a NASCAR racetrack 
and the shotgun says,

"I know I'm a gun, but 
I feel out of place around here."  

"As do I," says the pistol, 
"and do you ever listen to these guys?
Ever think about who's handling us?"

"I do, I do," says the shotgun. "It's 
disturbing. Unkind, a bit blind, which
worries me, me being what I am."

The pistol clicks it's trigger, yes.

"Again today I heard him talking 
about how women can't be leaders because 
of their feminine bodies and curses
and changing moods." 

The shotgun nods it's barrel. 

"Yeah, like they don't have their bodies,
this testosterone; do you ever feel it 
in their hands?" 

"Of course I do; and then they have their
bodies chasing down every schoolgirl they see."

"And they just can't help it, they say
because it's their wiring." 

"Bodies," the pistol concludes, yawning now. 


McDonalds closing, the manager nods at the door. 



"I'm bored with it all, sick of it," 
says the shotgun to the pistol. 

"As am I," says the pistol. "Maybe we 
should turn on them and fire, they who
love us so much." 

"Are you loaded?" 

"No, I don't even have any bullets on me."

There's a little shine on the shotgun's barrel.

"Even better. We'll just shoot them with nothing. That's all they ever do." 

Potpourri Poetry 

The night I ate the home decor 
at the Christmas party my life 
changed, really opened up. 

There I was, in the green and red 
and silver and blue and pine and pumpkin
pie and pink champagne, at a company party 
the Hallmark Cards company, 
the Kansas City holiday party of the year!

And me, the "token heterosexual."
or so the guy at the door told me,
under the mistletoe.
"Well, not literally, but symbolically 
maybe!" he said. 
I liked this party already. 

Through the door and inside
the snow-covered mansion 
it was like an old Christmas movie
with some Menorahs thrown in; warm
and colorful and musical and friendly. 

I didn't really work at Hallmark yet,
I was a temp at the time, directing traffic
in the holiday overloaded shoppers garage 
and yet - tonight might be the night
I dreamed, mingling...
to send a good impression. And I cared enough 
to send the very best.

I mingled through the festive dark;
there were some men in suits - the executives - 
letting their hair down and ties loose.
I sauntered through the dining room the kitchen 
the nursery the bathroom the bar and then 
back through this entire route again; now 
I was HUNGRY. 

The more red wine I drank the darker
it got in there, the more festive 
and merry, but maybe my judgment was off. 

Either way, I was happy as I spied delicious
food on the green velvet-topped cherry-wood table 
by the out of control fire in the fireplace. 
What a night! 

My sauntering now turned into indoor
cross-country skiing, kind of sliding across
the carpet, but I made a bee-line to the food. 

And beautiful food; brilliant unusually bold 
red potato chips, some of them dark brown, dried 
orange peels mingled in, salad too: maybe iceberg 
lettuce, probably romaine, absolutely arugula, 
lots of it blue and even bright yellow! 

The bartender was watching me and smiling,
quite a few people were watching me and smiling; 
I smiled too, walked over to the bar and ordered a drink. 

"To wash it down with," I winked, 
gesturing back at the still, so far 
untouched multi-colored bonanza by the fire. 

The bartender winked. They all did. 
I went back to eat, winking once more.

The first bite was crispy, I could tell
it was going to stick to my ribs, and yet...
as I was chewing and swallowing, I had a flashback
to the Bloomingdale's Cosmetics Department. 

Back then, in New York City, visiting my sister
at her job, I had the security camera feeling
I didn't belong anywhere at all in posh Bloomies 
now I was feeling that again.
And the people at the party were laughing. 

The laughter was large, out of control
like the fireplace and the color in the room
and the snow covering the house like 
a blanket over everyone for the night, 
but the laughter was kind. 

The bartender came over to me, 
told me I'd eaten the Potpourri. 

And as the laughter went on, I looked around the room 
and saw that the suits had left
they had let their hair down too far,  
had to go home and do some shampooing and combing.

Now there was a circle around the bar, around me, 
and a line of food ran through the circle -
pink ham and brown turkey and white clouds 
of mashed potatoes and bright green beans. 

Someone asked me how I felt now? 

"I love this party. I always feel at home 
with homosexuals and Jews and women
and you black guys over there." 

This stopped the laughter cold and
the fire almost went out. 

"I think that was awkward," I said, 
and the fire came back a little. 
Also, the laughter. 

"So, how is that you feel at home with us?" 
asked a hot woman by the fireplace. 

I looked around the room and out the window 
a blizzard out there, the flames in the fireplace 
red and yellow, hot and relaxed. 

"I guess because I think you've all felt 
shit on at one time or another 
by the straight white suits, and though 
I am a straight white, I'm not in a suit, 
like those guys that were here earlier. Also,
they wouldn't have eaten the Potpourri."

The bartender, black, leaning on the bar,
and on his boyfriend, who was lighting a Menorah, 
smiled at me and popped a cork on champagne 
passing the bottle. 

"You know, of course, that 
the straight white suits get shit on, too.
But...we get what you mean, yeah everybody?"

Everybody toasted that. Except me; 
I was back at the Potpourri bowl 
wondering how I ate it, but not ashamed. 

The bartender's boyfriend waved at me,
"Hey, you want a Patchouli on the rocks? 
With a twist of Potpourri?" 

The laughter from this, 
including mine
practically blew out the fire. 

86 the Humble Pie 

Pass the coffee and cigarettes
Look at the sun and moon taking turns
Popping up out of nowhere
Popping us up wildly, over and over...

The Titanic Life 

I was leaving town feeling
shook up and scared I admit it 
I needed to comfort something or somebody
to comfort myself ...  

So, I looked at the chickens.
They wouldn't be able to go with 
across 5 states and (looking up at me) 
they knew it.
But they were going now to a ranch 
higher up the mountains 
with many more animals, and I told them man!
I'd miss them but what a better, friendly and 
chicken-inclusive place they were going to!
Then, with their usual feed I threw in 
extra Cheerios. Still, they pecked depressively.  
Of course, next ...
I had to put them in their separate 
boxes for travel, with all the Bonnie & Clyde
air holes; I saw Black Betty put her tiny eye
to the air hole and look out at me,
shook up and scared. 

I touched her through the air hole
she blinked back; see you somewhere later, someday. 

Naturally, the dogs were watching all of this
(as the chickens were driven gently away 
in the back of a truck by the gentle 
Alberto and Theresa, waving)and
when I made eye contact with them 
they ran under the bed covers. 
Don't sell US that false comfort! 
they said, shaking underneath the blankets. 

No, you cuties, you ARE going with!
If I'm gonna cry over those chickens you
know I can't say goodbye to you! Then - 
stillness, I couldn't see their faces 
deep in the bed 
but their tails wagged from the sheets, 
and then they were stampeding
all eating again. 

In the morning a dent in my car elbowed me 
in the ribs that someone had hit my car 
in the night, but there was a note. 
The guy said he'd fix it, sorry, please
call him. I called him and by Friday
he had fixed it; I never met the man, 
we were all notes and voices, 
but I told him in our last phone call
that he was a good man, all full to the top 
with integrity; there was a pause on his end
and he thanked me for that.  

Then, I left town. 

Driving past the Vegas neon several hours later 
(dogs fast asleep in the back; all their fur
red and yellow and pink and blue under the lights)
heading East, I thought
being kind is what we better do, 
and I better do it.

After all, this is the Titanic Life
we're all steadily sinking
chickens, dogs and us;  
all going down to the ice eventually, 
so what am I waiting for? 

(And who knows what's under that ice? 
Pardon this, but it may be cool!)