Moon (Part One and Two)

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Moon



I.

When I got here
Things were falling from limbs with
A pacified, tried and true breeze
To a place of warm, wishful thinking
I got here arriving at a solace
Of relief just after America’s
Violent segue, metamorphosis
Overwhelming
When finally breaths were exhaled
I arrived with such a setting sun
And an awakening of visions
Lit only by the electric luminescent
Insistence of entitled, surface-value
Ethno-centrism
Lit only in the shadows by
The honest to god moonlight
I arrived, watching the ideas
That our rambling television sets
Tell us what we are doing
As the Rodney King police force
Rang sirens in our ill-lit streets


The afternoon before my arrival
Saw the birth of a million sock
Stuff gagging ex-indie-viduals
Who’d ‘learned their lesson’
Wanted to chill out at the mall
And recently developed the ability to turn off
The left over dope still shaking
From their once lifted in exaltation
Now firmly clutching a 9 to 5
Roundabout by the briefcase handed
Hands
I watched as slowly the next
Generation, my generation
Tip toed with smiles through
The Rube Goldberg mousetrap
Candied land they were born into
And leapt towards a crucial decision


They had either to hump furiously for cheese
Promised to them on the loudspeakers
Booming in the cage
Or hold tight, eat their hunger pains
And clasp their ears while screaming
Watched the sun set on a chapter
Of tensions fought out on a field of black and white
Void of grey
The television screaming
WAR IS OVER
In a different red banner every night
Made with blood each time
Watched the relief sigh its way through the suburbs
Before turning into a crackpipe scream in the city
I was settling into a world finally acquainted to its lovely
Things to which time could now be devoted
Seeing as our troubles were gone
People found it harder to see
When I was first meeting them

II.

When I got to my rightful place among the clouds
Flying so high my eyeballs felt like deserts flinging stinging sand specks
My mouth awaiting a violent relationship with water
My lungs wheezing the smog of a city
Built on the lethargy of youth derailed
The walls of my chest stained from
Pizza sauce and bong water
But nothing prepared me for the
Laws of my sky ride
The clouds of cigarette smoke exhaled from
My father's kingdom of the 60s.
The powerful taboo making the puff motion
More popular than the dick suck
The constant battles fought and bonfires
Built on the grounds of my landscape
Sent up a wave of noise telling me not
To inhale the relieving clouds of optimism
Followed directly and completely by
Those very delicious smoke signals.

Bucket

I am beside myself
But we have nothing to say
What I thought I knew so well

Has crept on paws to meet
With distracting incompletion
I am beside myself

Waiting for him to come join
This lonely pool of wisher's coins
What I thought I knew so well

Has trapped me waiting to expect
What I'm sure I thought would come next
I am beside myself

And soon with a sense of peace
I'll find solace in my bucket seat
What I thought I knew so well

My fingers, shaking, await their cue
The chime to turn to chapter two
I am beside what I thought I knew
So well. I am myself.

K Street

We're always two weeks away
From a place thats so dark
that they

Think that they know so well
Why she would
Choose this hell.

But I know as I
Watch her smoke
Exhale in sighs

That she feels that round
This corner
She'll be found.

I see her take her walk
To cars
And tell them to park.

Its been much more than two weeks
And she feels
That she brought defeat

No one stands outside
With cold sores
In the night

And picks up the knifes
Dropped down
By lonely lives

Thinking with stains
They're cleaning
That they

Ever possessed the teeth
To bite down and hold on
To just two weeks.

Shine

I have seen the greatest minds of my generation
Dumbfounded with shock at a power's outage
Comfortably sacrifice their own.

Listless amid inseams and wanton
Frugal with their sincerities
Crowning heads from dilated inverse

Canals. I have seen the greatest minds of my generation.
I watch them for some things in their steps hoping
There is something unique about their whole to

Impress the deeper of my diamond shine
Coral reefer
Madness. I have seen the greatest minds

Of my generation. I am yet to
See them
Shine.

Too Busy

Since I was a young artist
One of the few fortunate enough
To not simply ignore
The calls and cries of capitalism
That beg the attention of pubescence
But instead, also, to focus
On something else entirely
I have noticed reoccurring themes
Little moments a director
May or may not have purposefully placed
In the biopic of my life
As yet to be determined
By a class of film students
Decades into the future
But either way existing for certain
The most common of these themes
Being the number 23
Its presence among the greatest moments
And I say greatest
From a platform of objectivity
Not better or worse
But greatest
Moments in my life

I have found myself looking for 23
They way I look for love or enlightenment

I find myself learning each time
That love and enlightenment appear
Only when, truly, I am too busy to look for them

He Can See

And though it may sound cold to put it like this
My tears moonwalk back to my eyelids
Cause I get so sick
Of the sickness he gets
From the dirt cheap cigs
That he sticks on his lips
Was a time when his kids
Got a goodnight kiss
Now we men and women
Get frustrated
Every time he flips the lid
Of his hard-pack cigs
Sending sounds
Through the house
Of a coffin hinge
My tears reverse step
Up the cheeks they were wept
Cause I got no concept
Of promises kept
My tears they were wet
Now my face burns red
For addiction that led
To a cancerous spread
And the worst? Picture this
If you can in your head
I feel this way
As I crave
My own cigarette



I give myself time limits
Set aside a few minutes
And like a mother of five
I gotta schedule time
To think about this shit
To feel about this shit
Because I’ll be damned
If this young man
Hasn’t seen this shit before
Knockin’ down doors
Beggin’ everyone I know
Tell me where to go
‘Cause I get so low
I have my face to the street
And all I can see
Is what’s there beneath
So I ration off time
To drift to my
Darkest acknowledgments
Of this:
He has cellular cancer
They cannot cure it.
He has less than a year to live.
And your whole world is about to change
The roles have been made
Up all over again
Now it’s up to him
Say next where to go
A father’s still your father
Cancer or no
And when you light up that smoke
Your heart drops so low
Because that's what he chose
And it’s not supposed
To be the road
You go
And I’ve been here before
My senior fuckin’ year
Small town queers
Just didn’t appear
The be a real
Choice
Too much noise
Over one little queer
Only thing clear
That’s different here
But I fear
Mom and Dad said through tears
The deadline was near
They were movin’ out here
Into the small town sphere
They made it clear
That they had no way
To create
Money that they
Would need to pay
All the bills that were here
So 'We're sorry, dear...
But come with us or stay
Either way
We leave today"
And my senior year
Had just got severe
So I chopped off my balls
Turned off all
The lights so to call
A sleep
From deep
Inside of me
That would graduate early
And not take his walk
And turn to the streets because he was taught
That all you need
Is creativity
And yes indeed
You are a hippy
And between Dad and me
There was nothin’ could be
Sweeter
So I tried to chase free
Until I was to meet
My tail
And well, hell
Sometimes to stand out
I stood so far out
That now I’d found
A different crowd
And they smoke weed and they drink
And everything that I think
Is amazing
But you begin
To descend
And the lines all blend
I woke up mid-bend
Over but then
Stopped asking him
About good intentions
And told him to come pick me up
With mom in the truck
That enough was enough
And that I wanted
To come home
And I began to refuse
What I know I could do
But didn’t have a clue
As to why I would do
When it’s easier to
Not
I stayed in my bed
Every now and then fed
My growling insides
But mostly I
Just slept
I kept
Myself in sheets
Asleep
For nine months
And long story short
I got back on course
And now I move towards
Better days
But there is one thing
Making me think
That this new news
Could cause an abuse
To what I rescued
From the claws
Of a previous depression
And this one strikes a cord
That for me is still sore
Because the vocal cords
That were stored
Down below
Got caught up in cancer
And now I can’t hear him say
“Son it’s bout time I tell you today
I’m sorry that I taught you this way
That a pack a day
Won’t steal you away
From a mind you just got
To satisfy lots
Of dangerous thoughts
Into obey.
I raised you this way
Was raised this way
And inside me was hope that you’d speak someday
From a place that was real
Maybe made a few deals
With the devil for meals
But never revealed
That your fingers were crossed
All along
I took my life and I took my time
Now you seem just fine
But we both know inside
You scream out those rhymes
Until you can find
That place in your mind
Where everything’s fine
And I’m sorry if I
Have helped you decline
Back into a place
You worked hard everyday
To escape
I’m sorry you seek
From everybody
Advice how to beat
This addiction disease
And god knows that I see
What it’s done to me.”
Now he can see
Now
He can see.
When I came up to his knee
Skinny as could be
11 maybe
There was a time
When my father went blind
In his eyes
Said he’d never see again
Said he needed a cane
Cut to present day
He throws glasses away
Because they
Are too much for his eyes
He is just fine
With reading glasses
But now he’s lost his voice
And he’s got no choice
But to see and not speak
And more than ever, to hear
I leave my words at his ears
And turn my crazy shit
Into something sounds like a proud boy of his
With eyes that sit
Inside of a kid
Next to ears that hear
Like it’s
Delicious
And a mind that can say
I made a mistake
Got put the Camels down
Stand up off the ground
Dust off, and look round
And see the world of his
Has changed a bit
And now that its
My time to live
I can tell that it’s…
Been a minute
And time’s up for today
I’ve got to retreat
Spread the tears out for as a long as I need
And pick my place
Like I never was strayed
Get back to going, but I have to say
It might seem odd to ask him to stay
When it’s clearly his time anyway
But as smart as I know I will be someday
For now I get caught lost and I pray
That he’ll be able to bargain himself the days
It takes to convince me it’ll all be okay
I know where I’m headed for now anyway
And I know I can trust myself not to stray
But I’m headed where I’m headed
Because he made me this way

Couplets, Accent/Alliteration, Cinquain Experiment

Original Poem:

Stretching

I miss the colors of your bed sheets wrinkled in the bends of you
Whenever I lounge around on pajama bottom days
I miss the way your torso hands the conversation
Over to your thighs
Whenever I walk miles with heavy backpacks
In directions that are not toward you
I hear you brushing your teeth in my dreams
But I wake to find myself much further from your bathroom
Than across the hall
Still I throw the backpack to the ground
And stretch my legs
Brush my teeth
And slip into bed
Knowing that every once in a while
I will slip perfectly into your complimentary
Curves and bends
Agreeing with your body
And soak up moments to miss


Couplets
I miss the color of your sheets in bends
Of you and me - I cannot see our ends

I miss the way your torso hands the mic
Over to your ever thankful soft thighs

Whenever I walk miles with my heavy
Bags that seem to nowhere near you lead

Whenever I am ‘sleep I hear you brush
Your teeth but wake and run to hallway – rush

I find myself again left all alone
It was a dream and you still are not home


Accentual/Alliterative
I miss the colors of your quilts
I miss the bends defending themselves
Against the onslaught of our skin
I carry backpacks that have
Nothing but forgotten heavy things
All over this never ending map
Realize that I am rarely led towards
You. I am rarely headed
Towards your quilts
And how they bend to receive you.

Cinquain (Crapsey Style)
I watch
The way your sheets
Creep themselves into our
Resting, stress-free silhouettes and
Hold on.