earthquake mirror

___the
________Lilly
__wilted;
_________the
_____roes
______________fell
_a
___p
_______a
____r
____________t
___the
_______c*o*n*c*r*e*t*e
:::::::::::::::::::::::::put
::::::::::the
:::::::::::::::foot
______________down
___________________a
____jungle
______________was
______made
__________to
______jump
______________up
________&
_____________down
_______till
___________she
_____________shakes
________back
___________with
________________such
______________________vigor
______that
________we'd
_________________pee
________our
_________________-pants
__:__
__:__



that
we'd
pee
our
pants
up
&
down
till
she
shakes
back
with
such
vigor
the lilly
wilted;
the rose
fell
a
p
a
r
t
the
concrete
put
the
foot
down

a
jungle
was
made


to
jump

LA/IOWA/AZ/San Deigo/The BAY/DENVER

born and raised

here


did my schooling
here


partied
and got the inspiration here

struggled and barely stood a float
here


a

new job
here...



the train of Kerouac haunts
my window in east Oakland
rushing bye
making sure I never sleep so I can take

all this

life

in

I meet people
I try to be
filled an anxious answer
to all the suffering
but I knew that saints march in
only to be victorious in heaven
and
despised on earth


my birth name
means God supports

and he does
he is often the leg
that keeps my crutch
together

long ago
I got the sickness
and

since then I've been
poor and hidden from this world now I'm lashing out

I only wanted to

be

an artist

in this world

and to

paint and

gain the

fame

that only

comes to the shit kicking

poets


of
yester year


now the long lost

Ideal of

social movements takes the hind
seat for
some

foolish race to media

glamor butterfly shots

they forsake their
character

to chase

bills that buy packaged-processed
foods

0 trans fat!
0 trans fat!

this is on all food
so fat people think

skinny is in their grasp

in there


reach for some kind of
immortal US weekly cover


the

trick

is
to believe

that someone out there
is better than God

once you buy it

you're no longer able to see

yr forehead and heart will be marked


I'm that last call

booze on Sunday
stale Monday morning

________________grave


there was this one time where the inspiration was so
profound that I got goose bumps and the air changed scents

the world was
alive
and I knew

it



it all changes

in a

beating

of blood racing
through

hearts



here

we

are

with a
car
load of belongings


not

belonging


to

anything

:::::::::::::long ago
::::::::::::A fire
::::::::::::burned
:::::::::::::::::::::within
now
::::::::::::::one little
:::::::::::::: coal
:::::::::::::::::::flicker-glows
on
/off
with
::::::::::::::::::::such saddness
:::::::::::::::::::::that it
:::::::::::::::::::::brings
a tear
of joy to my eyes
as
the
saltwater rolls off
my cheek
bone
I
::::::::: watch

the
----coal
__________steam
________________from
____________________contact
and
---finally
---die
down...
_______________________let
_______________________the
______________________end
_______________________of
_______________________ a
______________________dream
_______________________wake you
_______________________up
______________________to
_______________________stark
_______________________empty
_______________________living
_______________________cuboards.

workwhoreweekly

work HARD

to die
in
dirt



boy
poor
hustle
to
be
immortal
is
such
a
pipe
dream##you
might
as
well
blow
up....

if
drinking
makes you
vomit
throw up in
a sink
if
dancing
makes
yr tempo go
off beat

spin-around-dizzy

.
.
.
DUMB

then hike up yr skirt

and

piss
in
the streets
someone will lackluster-lick yr urine
up
off
trampled
cement

put
it
on

a
billboard
and
sell
it
for
millions

the
world
will
win

it'll look like
God
is nowhere

then

like
the
crack of
fireworks

the beauty
will
explode

inhale
joy
.
.
.
AMEN

the equation

the artist

====he
=====has
A
unique
--_++++++job
from god
______________His
__________________+++lot

======???====is
to
-paint
-the
-human-
-soul-
-life


---on
----a
-----meduim.

equally, his
____________pain
in this world exceeds
___________the limits
of
the
average
human
___________where
discomfort
&
saddness
dwell
---------he
-----------finds
the
human
soul

alive
w/
empty
belly
beating heart

the ARTIST

thinks of only
food and mere
----------surivial


--allowing
himself
---to freely breathe
-----------------w/o
_______________________attachments

he
----knows
__________little
_______________of
________________conventions
for
_________ he
feeds off pure imagination
and creative enviroments...

the lasting thought of the dream

...and never obtaining it, is what saves the artist from ruin
he
is allowed the freedom of his
thoughts
________the ability
°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°to
°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° be

unhindered
by
the
outside
world
of
critical
thought

if
lendgends where
allowed
to live
untampered
by
the
praise or hatred
of
the critics


then
will
the artist
obtain
greatness
of

art...

hiss

<><><><><>TAPES
<><><><><>HAD
<><><><><>AN
<><><><><>AIR
________________ABOUT
--------------THEM...


THE
****HISS
*********WOULD
_________________CLOUD
THE

___________BOOMBOX-
-------------------GHETTO
--------------------------BLASTERS.

THE MUSE

____________________After
______________________sex
_____________________she

____________________knee-kicked
_____________________________me
_________________________in
________________________the head
.
.
.
_________________________kinda
__________________________of
_______________________romantic
________________________abuse
_______________________that
_________________________would

_________________________start
___________________________a
_________________________wave
___________________________of
__________________________words

FAME

there is a
__________two
___________2
________two

sided

mirror


one
would
want
you

to
believe
that
brad pitt
will be remembered
forever

another
side
would
let
you

know
about


Jesus,
Buddha,
Gandhi,
Kerouac,
Kempis,
Bukowski,


then you'll
graduate
and
close yr history
books


and

turn on yr television

and


let


the
b*r*a*i*n*w*a*s*h*i*n*g


continue


I pour
my
^^^^^^^glass

to

you


...we

probably
won't

meet

after
the
grave
.
..