An Exercise in TMI
no art-like stuff able to penetrate
my phlegm induced
hack
empty lungs normally filled
with
angst and air
now filled with wonder
at the spelling of
phlegm
why not flem
fffflehm or just
phlem?
Y2K
what a disappointment you were
***
Haunted by Grunge and Late Night Chest Colds
time and chest colds come and go
a raw throat
coupled with a painful cough
“every word i say
is what i mean”
words come out scrambled
senseless as a park ranger who won’t clean a restroom
a scentless apprentice
music saved us
music killed us
the drunks the drugs
love hate love
senseless with a purpose
time and chest colds come and go
a raw throat
coupled with a painful cough
“everything i’ve held
is what i’ve freed”
***
(Cough and sputter…sick I am. Enjoy the grunge. May the Vitamin C be with me.)
The Homeland Neighborhood Association
judged by the length of your morality
based upon which rung on the socioeconomic ladder guessed at
patriotism gauged, sexual preferences probable, intrusive nose turned upwards,
meddlesome eyebrow askew…
communist?
atheist?
a liberal marxist?
all open for debate, by the frequency at which your lawn gets mowed
***
Long Journey Short
show me the way
and i will go the other
give me direction
and i will get lost
lead me by the hand
i’ll give you my foot
let me wander
let me stray
let me
be
it’s okay
***
Inch by Inch
my self-made prison
has no ceiling
just
a window
with
a view
from which there is no escape
***
Know Better the illiterate
words are
scrambled letters
that when put together in a certain order
offer inspiration
education
and
death
death
and
education
offer inspiration
that when put together in a certain order
letters scrambled
are words
***
The Truth Can’t Be Handled
The camera photographs what’s there.
~ Jack Nicholson
The Vigilant Lens 