White Hot

far away dead eyes look in . eyes cross snowy trees . soundless and bodyless . move into equivocal visual fields . powder white field 

far still so far eyes look . eyes crossed across chest . bodyless and soulful . moved by unequivocal hard metal . white hot metal 

closer yet closer the eyes . eyes crossing metal . but to yield look away look far look close look at it look at this specimen none one shall see in too common a life . yield . now charge . do not fight . hold its stare . look my Child . look . do not fear . this is you  

farther now farther the eyes . eyes across a flung distance . retreat but not as Coward . weak body strong heart . incubate in the bed of Time . you shall not rest this body . you shall bide your heart . for biding is no rest . and resting is no incubation . await your Place 

fear

fear for the white hot metal

yearn for the white hot metal

dark sky spotless starless 

flung below infinite dark snow trees 

thick they stand close away space and light

no need for light nor hope

fear

relinquish fear

disappears yearn 

release white hot metal

all sky limitless star

rise above regress all items of Earth

only air stands all is space and light

nothing but light and hope

raise dead eyes . steady deep honest . this is you Child . White Hot

bide Time and Place

東 涌 衝 - A Business Man's Verse

飛 機 聲
建 築 聲
聲 聲 入 耳

國 家 事
地 產 事
事 事 關 心

30,000 feet in the air to press feet on home plate 
intercept to blow me 
off my feet midair 
a limbo buoy 

A Loan

a quality purchase

rule one, does one need?

rule two, does one want?

rule three, can one afford?

a quality deal

rule one, does one need?

rule two, does one want?

rule three, can one borrow?

i put food in

i coax stool out

i move cash in

i flow cash out

i hold her close

i left her far

lest one desires a house of rubbish

foolery in ownership

i borrow this life

i return my loan

emerging nude

leaving nude

Pebble

I speak of this Rock
I speak of Sanctity and Dignity
And I wait

Yet Pebbles
They roll to my feet
Pebbles that could snowball into the Rock

An auburn Pebble
Brownish red, dusky like the dusty Earth
Differentiates herself with a Shine so bright
Her peaceful nature calming my Soul
Her edges smoothed by the rough of Time

A black Pebble
Dullish dark, opaque like the Black Sea
Differentiates herself with a Mind so bright
Her fairy nature fluttering my Heart
Her angles balanced by the change of Place

I yearned to shove each Pebble deep in my pocket
Instead I juggle each Pebble on stiff Papyrus
They roll on a thick stack of paper hard discipline
I let slip each Pebble from half wanting hands

I harbor each Pebble as the Rock
I harbor Sanctity and Dignity
And I wait

Rock

I.

hidden underneath alcohol-spun quips
the Core fastens its seat belts though it needs them not
sober yet half drunk the Core forges forward 
reliably 
steadily
controlling itself
controlling inebriation in its impossible innateness
like a faithful man controls his lust
controlling and loose
like a faithful man in many beds 
simultaneous feat

hidden underneath asinine tales
the Core exposes its necrotic tissue though it needs to not
pushing yet half pulling the Core marches on
like a jerk
like an asshole
filtering them
filtering candidates in the strictest sense
like a true Man filters his troops
demanding and forgiving
like a true Man in one bed
simultaneous feat


II.

I am hidden for Me
I am hidden for Them

I hide Her under the flaps of my Core
I fly Her with the Wings on my back


III.

I have Her
I have our Spawn
I shield Them in my Core and my Wings

I have Her
I have the Spawn
I shield Them My Life in perfect Solitude in perfect Rock

IV. 

I shield Them using alcohol-spun quips
I shield Them using asinine tales

I hide Her with my asshole Core
I hide Her with my jerk Wings

V.

I cut Chaff like a true Man in one bed
I possess no lust outside this bed

I lose control of lust in Her bed
I cut Chaff to be in Her bed

The Sick Green Chameleon

I.

I see their kicks
High flying and I want to fly
Stick my formless green feet in
My magic form less form fitting feet

Swag like them I do

Win them with excel tricks and suave talk
So high I go
How long can I go
Wearing them banker kicks

I see their kicks
Neurotic buzzings and I want to buzz
Stick my formless green sole in
My magic form less form defying sole
Mentate like them I do
Win them with western blots and finnagled papers
So neurotic I go
How long can I go
Wearing them scientist kicks

I see their kicks
Noble saves and I want to save
Stick my formless green soul in
My magic form less form lying soul
Pontificate like them I do
Win them with mission trips and pristine demeanor
So noble I go
How long can I go
Wearing them mother theresa kicks

I see their kicks
Respectable pacing and I want to pace
Stick my formless green toes in
My magic form less form webbing toes
Pretense like them I do
Win them with ivy pedigree and feigned commitment
So respectable I go
How long can I go
Wearing them doctor kicks


II.

kick my

suave talk
finnagled papers
pristine demeanor
feigned commitment

high flying neurotic noble respectability

formless
tired
tired and sick
tired and sick and green is the soul of my feet

soul and feet
beg
beg me
beg me to kick the habit


III.

mold the shoes of my soul in walden

Your Saggy Ass

I played it all night, cool and easy and light
Not because I naturally can
But because you speak truth
So of course I lied
To get close to you
And our words got so close

I spun on barstools, words and roles and tricks
Yes because I naturally do
But I did not move with truth
So of course you knew
To call me out
And I called you towards me

You kept my lies in mind
Not because you minded
But because you recognized truth
So of course you moved
To get close to me
And our words got too close

You showed your faults in the morning light
Not because you wanted to
But because you would not hide truth
So of course I did not move
To keep you close
And I moved only to follow at the crease of your faults

That morning I followed you

This night I follow you

Like truth follows lies

Dr. Off

just take it all off
because i am off
off track and sick i am
vapid to my core
is it me 
or worse
vapidity circles me

take it off now
my soul is in hiding
both you and it
corpses puppet around
unreal ties
or worse
theatricals to encore

keep your clothes on
for it is wearing off
whats new is not you
friction in wheels spun
waste heat
or worse
tepidity frames fire

Reorganizing

two and a half months before salvation
my muscles tear against each bone as I wait
distract the brain replacing deadwood with dead weights
salvation to enjoy their happy wrinkled faces
salvation to enjoy softness and extend softness

ten years old but I sought salvation
my lungs pierced by pain but I wait
run along pavement replacing one hurt with another
salvation to hear them recognize the wonder that is me
salvation to hear my own voice over theirs

ten months ago I found salvation
the repertoire of my soul reorganizing and I did not wait
debate oblivious hours placing awe with lust
salvation to revive a trueness of character and a romanticism of heart 
salvation to know my soft voice from theirs 

alongside hers

Slavery

Eastern European slavery must stop
Do not stop
The train tracks must part
Do not part
Two worlds of beauty must crease
Do not crease

Two worlds
Meniscus
Cone
They stop to part and crease

Meniscus
forgiving fat

Creasing train tracks

Cone
taut muscle

Part ways to stop the slaving
Which train

Do stop
Do part
Do crease
Then do not stop
But please stop

Coned meniscus
Meniscus track cones

Crease worlds to continue the slaving
Which world

butiwantbothworldsinMYhandstocarrytomylipsandletitbeENSLAVEDattachedtoyourcreasenotforeverbutlongenoughfortheminiatureexplosionstostopinsidemyheadandjustgivemeonemoreMINUTEeventhoughtheexplosionsstoppedbutiamnotdonerubbingmycheeksagainstyoursbeforemytonguetravelsjustalittleclosertoshoweraffectionandappreciationandaFORGEDhonestyONyourdeadcentereasterneuropreanslavery

No Sensoral Adj No Verb No Noun

TBD

Spins

Sharp grey suit spinnin' wheels on the 59th
Floor the soul and make the trudge to 59th
Street lead not to actualization but to intersection
with Lexington then Park
Wheels churn out tiny 590 million dollar funds
5a-9p
monday to saturdays
sunday spin class and spinning Botox needles
occupy mind street
occupy body street
occupy soul street
olympian creature
refine that apex
sharper

Spinning the sharps
to a receding edge
Particles of the point dusting off
rounder
blunter
Full circle
Wheel around
Back to me
Forth to the curb
But no curb
Just
dirt
grass
water
rock

Wheel the iron against sharp grey suit
Back to
Blunt dull rags

Spin not hamster wheels
But these wheels of mine
Gear and trap
Rhythm of the chain loop with knees that
Heave and depress
Depress and heave
A chest
housing a freed soul

Pedal away from grey concrete
along earth
towards what
full circle seeing 59th
or 
unfathomable space
Herein 
the 
moving
simple
Beauty

The Boss' Son

We washed His car, baring our back to the sun and birds
My free yet shy breasts brushing the black alloy
To be forever frozen at Tanner Stage II
Unbeknownst to me nor the neighbor's boy 
A few years older than me riding his bicycle
back forth back forth past our driveway
To ascertain my free yet shy breasts 
Tanner Stage II
in his ten year old boy eyes
Not seeing that I am just another shirtless boy as he.

We drew diagrams for His business, no limiting by sky or earth
My naive yet racing mind brewing capitalistic magic
To be forever frozen at the Entrepreneurial stage
Unknown to me nor The Boss
A many years older than me running His own show
inspiring creating leaving crumbs along our driveway
To feed my naive yet racing mind
Entrepreneurial soul
in His forty eight year old being 
Seeing that I am to grow into a man as He.

We discussed lovers for Him and me, cocking our worth to the air
My new yet unwavering sureness planting a rock wall
To be forever impregnable as a Man's Ego
Unknowing to my lovers and enemies
A few years before and after lauding and uprooting my driveway 
To add color and clarity to my unwavering Self 
The Boss' Ego
in my twenty five year old existence
Seeing that I have nothing to prove to woman nor man.

We groomed my scholarship, bribing challenges with cotton candy ease
My easy yet directionless Aptitude guided by His wisdom 
To be forever chameleonic as a Renaissance man
Unbecoming to specialized society and modern dogma
A few decades later will see both razed and kneeling at my driveway
To confirm The Boss' reckonings of this Talent
A timeless one 
in the collective memory of ancient kingdoms and the inadvertent fatherhood of The Boss 
Seeing daddy's little girl as His son bequeathed.

This is Not a Poem

1. Alvarado not for Alvarado but to ice pick the thereafter 

2. Con woman leaves lasting pros and an amateur con

3. Laurd of the Septum and Carbon Rings run stripper heel book holders 

4. Sophocles brought a soft heart from Paris to New Amsterdam

5. Cinder blocks ghetto block parties with Sebring convertibles

6. Bell Blvd Bar mixers mix a time so late for work

7. Schmuck shucks ego blow up sup elevate to new league

8. Bo-ooogie man walks red carpet via desperate entertainment industry 

9. K-Pain rappin out J Crew prep to cruise this ego

10. AtxEuroPesos prostitute a well sold whoredom

11. ALabama EXchange the queer for the flirt, exchange big for right

12. MariaK, forget-you-nots, The dance that never ended and never will

13. St Nicholas brings candied fish to a young boy

14. Pontine nuclei localization to a quick lesion

15. Michigan States this is her first girl

16. Journal of the ESsential Sociedad of Special Needs

17. Job Openings (for) Economist, DDS self prescribes sildenafil

18. VinnDiagrams stuff puppy dogs in circles of rules and regulations

19. Auburn locks lock this heart into a tender sweet tomato soup in Bushwick

20. Laurel wreaths repeating leaps and bounds across the Throgsneck bridge

Her Magician

Searing my chest
The smoke rises
Tearing these eyes

She sits on the edge of the bench
The mound of her back humped to the sky
As her eyes take in the novel
She sees the fine print
Her eyes intent against non intent curls
She pays no attention to me

Her body so fragile and shrunken
I flex my muscles tight keeping her in
I flex my muscles against themselves
Her body so spared
She has no attention of my writhing pain
Know not how I want to transform

She need not know
Of the burning
  
Searing
Potato fries
From the simple earth
Basked in sunflower oil
Oregano and rosemary lay noncommittally on textured body
Air pockets filled with salty heat
Simple pleasures from a simple earth

Her eyes limited in distance
Her ears damaged in waves
Her limbs and hip decrepit in time
Her teeth substituted in place

Hot oil festering
Within
But she need not know

She need only know of simple pleasures
Abysmal beauty

Searing

To give her distance, waves, time, place
like
Magic

Searing

To be

Twin Births

Wont to look without want
At her face so ready.
Right deed, wrong executor
Take his role for him.

Want to act without wont
At this softness so raw.
Shameful way, forgivable intent
Find her role in her.

The canal of my birth
Now enter 
For her pleasure my reincarnation.

Wont to let her sample an ought affection 
A lack thereof
perpetuated to my heart from her striking hand
deviously felt in my loins.

Want to save us both from his absent love
A replacing of missing
applied to her glans from my pressuring tongue 
shakingly felt in her heart.

Some Thing

HERMIT

You don't want this.

You want your ex life or something else

But you don't want
This.
True or False?

WANDERER

True.

                           
Something

or

else.

HERMIT

Leave.

When you know, you need not think
Your only need will be to impose heavily, rudely, astutely.

Landai means ‘short, poisonous snake’ in Pashto. The word also refers to two-line folk poems.

The Rich and The Poor

The rich man sees a stone 

Nudge with the tip of his foot

He recognizes its worth

But questions it against his own

The poor man knows of a speck of dirt

Never seen the rich man's gem

He knows not what worth is

And treasures the speck

The rich man walks on

His path littered with gems

He surveys and bides.

The poor man stops in his tracks

His path bared and dirted

He needs and commits

The rich man was not born rich

The poor man was not born poor

The Pain of Youth

Unloved child,

Choose crime or art.

Distractions

To retract

The pain of youth

Fearful truth,

Not for lack of capability

But for fear and ambition.

Unloved children,

Let us wrap our heads in your hands

Let you place your hands on our heart

To squeeze this odd muscle

Not to squeeze back life

For we have plenty.

But to apply a pressure

of stranger warmth.

A sharing of strength to dispose

Of the majority rules.

Know not our faces nor our names,

But know our mutual existence

As a hand pickpockets a soul.

The artist

The criminal

We had no choice.

穩 吻

妳 的 頭 髮 , 我 聞 又 聞

妳 的 手 腕 , 我 吻 又 吻

妳 的 真 心 , 我 問 又 問

妳 的 真 心

妳 的 手 腕

妳 的 頭 髮

我 穩 穩 地 讓 文 字 來 照 愛

因 我 無 能 也 無 意 穩 穩 地 擁 有 

Glasses

I was cocky

to venture

‘my glasses are foggin up’

waiting
expecting

sweetly receiving

‘just do this’

as she propped the nerdaphernalia up over my eyes

then closing the gap

to let them fall

over the bridge we made with two foreheads.

alien invasion club

cabin lights on / my way from LGA / cab lights off / my way to MTA / trans-gasm-port-gasm / schisms bridged by the Washington / buy-gasm-sell-gasm / of Washingtonian black box algorithm / yet / chug kool aid to rhythm alien / alien world tout license of innocence / crayolas wince at ponzific excellence / tufts invade each orifice / office fists frozen in claws laws broken / egos masturbate to OWS debate / ids refrigerate without abate / watch from the bush / watch from such cush / poison ivory tower / we can always cower / show our strong suit / any deck we’ll make suit / suits and sex / sex and suits / powerpoint lust / if you must / give in to sado-trichotillomanic hex / fornicate between Park and Lex / to the tune of fapfapfap / on a bed of extruded hair / bald heads bop to wubwubwub / fearless and unaware 

In glorious collaboration with Patrick Cheng

With serendipitous contribution from Christopher Schmidt
And thankful impetus from NYCpoetweet

Meme by Owned.com

11.20.11

Five months six souls
But you're still laughing to my song

You come and you go
But you're still whimpering dearly in my arms

You go and you come

But you're still putting me in my spot

You chitter and you chatter

But you're still waiting for this touch

You chatter and you chitter

But we're still making love
Five months six souls

They come 

They go

But we

We are still making love

Nincomproof

Given: nincompoops exist

Assume: categories exist

Prove: x = nincompoop

Proof:

x: Do you have a boyfriend?

o: I don't do boyfriends.

x: So you just fuck?

o: I fuck men.

x: Well done.

o: You too?

x: God no.

    I fuck women.

o: I don't.

    I make love to women.

Therefore, x = nincompoop

Possibilities:

x = straight male, gay female, bi female

o = bi male, straight male, gay female, bi female

# of possible combinations: 12

N.B. nincompoops may exist outside of x