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To young poets in love…

Make sure all your poems rhyme.
Use all the polishing tools.
Proper meter.
Symbols.
Fair-skinned women -
always tender.

Cause here in the real world .

With -

dying parents,

no book deals,

blisters on hands,

masturbatory hangovers,

morning whiskey breath.

With never enough.

I wait.

Sit, smoke.

Watch a cop drive by.

Wait.

Watch another snake in the leaves.

Wait.

Watch a book return to the earth.

Wait.

Cause here in the real world - we’re all waiting.

An Underwater Conversation

I said -
Promiscuous, … well, maybe.
Verbally active perhaps.
But, word-whore - never.

"We all whore something,
Some part of ourselves -
Our thoughts,
Our minds,
Our heroes,
Our skills.
Our passions,
Our bodies,
Our Gods.
We even whore our greatness."

That’s what she said -
we’re all whores.
We all whore something.

"So it’s all just a market!" - I scream
Supply.
Demand.
Economic systems.

She said,
everything’s for sale.
It’s all commerce.
Everyone’s selling something.
Nothing’s free.

Shake a spear

"We will all laugh at gilded butterflies,"
- Mr. Shakespeare, " King Lear"

King George

I kinda like guns, I think they're cool - cool, kinda like in a movie way, like in a little kid playing army or cops and robbers in their yards or neighborhood. When you're a kid, or just a kid at heart ( grown-ups say, "immature"), they (guns) represent adventure and super heroics.
I also kinda like hunting, at least the idea of it. It too, revives the child in me. There's something primal about it. It makes me feel as if I could survive in the wilderness with nothing
more than a gun, a good hunting knife, a bit of rope, a couple of matches, and the tride and true Boy Scout motto of "Be Prepared".
However, I have only been hunting a few times in my life and found it to be not only incredibly boring but just plain sad. There was no movie-like stalk or chase. There was no campfire cooking of the game; under the stars at night, with "Home on the Range" playing in the background.
All of this being said, or more correctly written, I wish guns would go away.
Yes, I know what the US constitution and her dutiful supreme interpreters have had to say - in the United States of America people have a right to own guns - I just wish that they didn't.
Why can't US citizens convienently forget about that portion of their "rights" like US Christians often convienently forget or convienently modify the whole Lord's name in vain thing ?
I guess I'm just tired of hearing about people in the US shooting each other.

KING GEORGE AND THE REDCOATS AIN'T COMING BACK TO RAID US !

So, What Does it Mean... ?

For the love of God can people please stop throwing around the word terrorism - no one can seem to agree on any concrete definition of this word, this concept. Ideas such as "cold" or "up" are alot less subjective in comparison. Seems that nowadays, if someone disagrees with another person or groups ideals or methods, it's really hip and popular to say, "they're terrorists" or "they support terrorists".
Why can't words mean something dammit !
In November 2004, a United Nations Security Council report described terrorism as any act "intended to cause death or serious bodily harm to civilians or non-combatants with the purpose of intimidating a population or compelling a government or an international organization to do or abstain from doing any act." ... HUH... ?

Words !

"And why would Caesar fear Ovid, except for knowing that neither his divinity nor all his legions could protect from a good line of poetry."
-Tobias Wolff, "Old School"

Filosomierda

Everything and everyone - like dogs chasing their tails - or the snake swallowing itself. It's all quite circular - a figure 8. Stuff, and by stuff I mean exsistence and/or time, can't be linear - flying balls to the wall towards some kind of finish line... - can it ?