.

And yes I guess it’s true she is just a facade, similar to how women don’t know how to use language, no one does, we just smile as we enter and exit surveillances with the vague proudness of a distant call in our minds — it hurts more when they’re shy, though, and their eyes focus in on just you as if you are living out your own movie and the cerulean, shining kingdom of the fishes flows through your eyes.

I kept seeing objects that were all the same,
Little blue/white star shapes
In pale porcelain,
Unshining and embarrassed
And I thought,
Well this is wrong,
Along
With how the objects implied a certain intricacy
Making them the works of a master
And so I lashed out like a volcano,
Thinking,
Oh,
This sameness,
I’ll do it in,
Never imagining
The world to be,
Never imagining
The world that was,
Never imagining
The world within,
A volcano that couldn’t sit still,
A fiery volcano making sounds it couldn’t hear,
A smoky chimney emitting smells it couldn’t smell
For the obsession with the possibility
Of something else.

i.
I see the bird delighting in the tree
In the goodness of rapture,
Violent carnage,
And in my mind
My eyes converge upon its spot
As if there is some essence
In there
Other than the primal cry,
Other than the starving man in
Indianapolis and other than
That distant moon, so unknown and
Bespectacled with the furies of sounds
.
ii.
The leaves of the tree move
Rapidly, almost bending the stoke
At its wood,
As if in a sailor’s hymn of
A song boon,
But I never saw the bird’s plumage.

That was what you wanted,
Samuel L. Jackson,
Just one more pay check —
Just one more month in your expensive home
In which you keep up with the Jones’s
In the Hollywood myth
That no “bad mother fu**er”
Would ever give two sh**s about.

It’s she
She it’s
A large ghost,
A feather,
Large buttocks and breasts
You walk into work again
She’s there
This time you think you’ll be open
But she’s there again
With those eyes,
With that pussy,
Those eyes that seem protected by a jungle forcefield
She smiles vacantly
Later you will hear that she ditched her man
Because he had a small penis
Sometimes she asks for things
Other times she is just there
And this is what you have to do,
Your entire life,
Judged by your attributes,
A fraction of the rain

Good God, I just read the stupidest fu**ing change.org legalization of marijuana petition, an especially unfortunate thing seeing as dumbness attached to the marijuana campaign is obviously bad news for its supporters. First of all, I can’t stand these mass e-mails wherein the messages say my name at the top, as if this person I don’t know is addressing me. It’s overbearing and condescending: I don’t need this false personalization.
Perhaps the worst part of it was that they misspelled “led” (“lead,” a mistake which up to now I’d only seen Donald Trump make), but by that time I was already miffed by the fact of their reasoning. Here’s what they do: they attempt to say that marijuana should be legal because the war on drugs didn’t work. Well if the problem is that the war on drugs didn’t work, what we should be doing is addressing the curtailing issues in the war on drugs, and working to hash them out so the whole thing runs more smoothly.
Now, of course, as anybody familiar with the issue knows, marijuana is a token which needs no manifested defense. It’s been known to kill cancer in lab rats as well as glaucoma, in people, and it’s not a drug on which the user can overdose — it’s psychotropic, rather than physioactive. The war on drugs has basically just been one big favor to the government, which profits from the prosecution of “criminals,” and to pharmaceutical companies, which profit from innocent victims of this charade coerced into taking their products. It might be that change.org gets the job done and we move forward with some much-needed legalization measures in this department, but I have a feeling the process would go faster if its facilitators were more mindful of its priorities.

I was trying
In my mind
To come to a conclusion
On just how humanity can
Lower their heads and trudge
On
Despite all the problems we face,
.
But all I could grasp was a vision —
Like a darkening of a day
Even amidst sunlight
And worlds coming and going but
Constantly shifting,
Store fronts changing their names,
Dust and spiders crawling up
The sides, the walls,
.
And I wondered,
Have I just seen inside the mind
Of man.

The thought concerns you
That at one time or another,
With or without lighting of various kinds,
You will have
Thoughts which are inexpressible,
And you will have
Expressions which are unthinkable,
.
When all you want to be is good enough for your friends,
All you want to be is good enough for your family,
To guide them away from their dregs,
Or, perhaps,
Away from themselves
Within this noxious truth boiling over with bleeding words.

A child gazes at the essence of life,
Which is:
“Youth is better than wisdom,”
The tenet in mind all the time, albeit,
That
“Wisdom”
And
“Pain”
Are inseparable,
And so he goes brambling between pear trees
On an empty afternoon

In the process of setting out to save the world, she was killed with an axe by a man nobody could stand to look at. Now, in the inversion, it’s another day of fights and sirens.