Archive for September 2008
Streetlamps that Smile and a Minty Air
Through the straight,
with the unknown.
A solitary drive along speedy paths that intertwine throughout our city like guided railways that lead to you.
A night filled with stars and incandescent satellites.
They hang from our ceiling in a mobile that spins and spins around us.
Off to the place where we first made contact.
A wave and smile transmitted in morse with our eyelids.
You’re too beautiful for this.
You should be kept a secret.
The San Francisco Highway
We aren’t coming of age.
No, we’re not there yet.
As I come up to the light I turn left to keep right.
I feel as if the lights throughout the airport span for miles.
And that they were put in by the architect artist.
Beautifully positioned like pieces on a chessboard.
The electricity supplies my mind and runs fluidly throughout.
I feel bigger than you but smaller than them.
I will own this once again.
Look. It’s shines with such beauty.
Breathe patience.
Don’t follow paths and you’ll acquire all that you lust
faster than you’ve ever dreamt of.
Red Raider
They speed atop the track laid out in gold.
Pleasure guaranteed.
Destination: Life.
All who are ready to ride today: The captain and the Mrs.
All who ride today will live on forever,
Because on this train the coals never lose spark or flame
And it always gets to where it’s going safely.
All he had to do was hop on.
He could lead this ship out of the bay, in through the pacific, and onto the other side to then vanish in the distance.
But lord was he scared to fly.
He jumped in.
He rode for a while.
His eye always looking back.
“This cannot be it,” he thought.
He could not be satisfied.
And this train began to move.
The coals burned with angst!
Flames ten feet tall!
This train was definitely headed in the right direction.
The ship glided along the waves.
The eyes widened.
But holes were exposed.
The ship quickly filled with water
And surely began to sink.
He proceeded to jump from the plane onto the tallest mountain in the world.
His head buried in the clouds he managed to scream.
He exclaimed with his voice the life he felt.
Then he watched the plane dive into a large body of water.
Casualty and all.
Pilot he was.
Captain of the seas.
Conductor of heart.
But never worthy of the titles.
How could one let it all slip away?
He walked away more harmed than ever,
Yet unharmed to your naked eye.
The bandit inside always robs the train.
Juicy Juice and Video Game Watches
Early mornings.
5.
We breezed in through and lined up together.
Always looking for the middle of the day.
We danced under trees and watched the cartoon birds lay eggs in nests.
All was loyal in the square.
And the bench where we sat.
Maybe something was to be said of the memory that is left.
The one of the kitchen and milk bottles.
Towards the end we discovered Santa when we noticed the paper peeling.
It would’ve broken your heart.
But Z led it all. She was like nanny.
God, I hope she is well.
All is well.
Out of control!
Punched in the mouth.
Blood sneaking through the cracks between my teeth.
Knocked around. Slapped.
Kicked to the ground.
With bloodshot eyes and an anger filled fist I arose.
I stood up with all my might.
I looked him dead in the eye.
He wanted more you could see.
Picking this fight.
He picked this fight.
The one desire he had on his side.
With all my might my mouth opened.
My fist released.
Pity.Shame.Cowardess. thoughts filled my mind and surely the ones of others.
I could list the many things this person deserved.
And the suspense layed heavily on the wasted breaths of on-lookers.
This kid was looking for a fight.
But my elders taught me better.
This didn’t deserve attention however.
He didn’t deserve a word, a look, a kill.
And now the fight is inside.
Conflicts erupt within of proper methods of handling.
History showed me what to do but we have failed.
There’s the blood angered nature.
There’s the scared tired soul.
There are the words of the above.
There are the words of the surrounding.
What would you do?
You’re hit, punched, kicked and all he wants is some fight in return.
The utter jealousy is written all over him.
I walk away.
Always walk away or they get what they came for.
A Lacking Rhythm
Doors open and doors close.
The wheels spin at 95
But we’re in the wrong lane
And 100 will surely mean death.
The mirrors fixed on me for I care not what happens behind.
And all the note reads is “Look up Mulholland.”
Ticks run out.
A few hours past due.
You will wake tomorrow late and rude.
The third hour awaits the man of no sleep.
You lack authenticity.
He protects all.
Forgives all.
No need for apology.
The top of the mountain oasis provides a discovery, a peace.
Even just the picture of the future streets and hills.
Look at the date.
Look at the date.
This must be the fate that September brings.
A 360 in sense, but not much of a turn around.
Déjà vu, but not born from dreams.
Will mates be mates and will friends be friends?
I am higher than.
With each creeping day the cup slowly fills with coins.
The water arises.
Black holes open.
In the act of building.
Like a roaring machine that exhales the most charming sounds.
I indulge in the splendor.
But orange lights flash.
Information has arrived.
When the notice arrives the cement truck spins with glory and pain.
Here we are again.
A call from the Governor, I see.
We are standing with taped mouths and vicious eyes.
Our brains do the talking and it’s not very nice.
Suddenly we encounter why we shut this operation down.
Too much energy.
No money.
Plenty of heedlessness.
And I marvel in its demise.
Spades
On an embankment of a city I see the ruins painted in autumn’s colors.
They shine in a spring light.
Treasures for the world to see
And many do.
Would you mind if I stepped aside to capture it?
That’s not me I thought.
I don’t need to stand there to understand.
Desire to witness it, feel it, feel small again.
But as a dark sky stands on this embankment of dawn,
I can only lay here in my wondrous surroundings.
Idle walls of thought coexist with ideas of romance, travel.
Castles and Islands await the future king of hearts and queen of diamonds.
Bye World
Credit: Jonathan Gonzalez
“Bye World,” it claimed.
With a warning that could never leave your sight.
The typical next to the questionable.
Who would write that?
Who stood here in such despair?
Brick wall seems fitting.
But if you turn around
You can see it standing right there.
The beauty and the observer.
“So powerful it was,” we will think one day.
The laid out beaches and the canyon’s rim.
Streets among ponds.
Against a water that never waned but swam us home.
A rocky surface that never subsides.
What we did with one blanket,
While the rain poured on the sea water and backyards,
A beauty hidden in warmth.
But it was so cold it seemed.
But cool as the ghost stood frozen,
Among grass fields that could steal you away.
And the waves here never stay quiet.
But I love it like that.
We never stay quiet.
A Song For All
You see, it never went away.
We’re just waiting for winter.
We’re only a few months away.
A grey cloud up above.
A soft landing on your couch.
An intelligence that is brought out.
The break never felt so good without the work.
The music fills up the empty spots in between the stars.
And the film grains look sharper and become beautiful.
The ice cream tastes colder/The chocolate stays warmer
And every little corner has not been left out.
A light for all. A kiss for all.