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.