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emergency action: panic attack procedure (11/8/16 edition) 11/29/2016

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a dense fog, a coming frost. cracked continents crumbling
like crushed ice in a cheap fountain drink.
hopes and dreams hollowed out into eerie jack-o-lanterns.
a bitter, expensive pill to swallow.
five things I can see.

convulsions. a heartbeat, your arms:
four things I can feel.

freeway noise, tears and static.
three things I can hear.

tangerine peels and cool night air.
two things I can smell.

one thing I can taste.
ashes.

a calm, but how long?
but a few restless hours
til the inevitable cruel dawn.

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in the sincerest way: thanks, Obama 11/16/2016

Filed under: Uncategorized — paperslightertext @ 10:24 pm

to look back over my old poems now takes on a new sense of sadness and longing. it’s a reminder of the relative peace and stability I’ve enjoyed over the past eight years. things weren’t perfect, but as I contemplate the future, I can’t help but feel overwhelmed by dread.

I want to revisit a poem I wrote in January 2009, shortly after Obama was inaugurated. it’s been on my mind lately, as the entirety of my adult life has taken on a whole new meaning in the cold, harsh light of the 2016 election results.

ECONOMIC STIMULUS PACKAGE

bugler stimulus package, drum rolled
spliff smoked, roach, black clove in the ash-pot,
inaugural hit off a resin ball the size of a shopping mall,

this is how these things progress.

moss on the canyon of enamel
choking out the wisps
in perfect noose smoke o’s
between phillies

ask me about
my economic recovery plan:

to buy a bag of now and laters every time i get paid
a box of condoms though i never get laid
and dream of the bonny day, the American dream,
when the burning ball
is rehashed

or at least the seven fingered stash
emancipated.

 

 

fragment/WIP 11/12/2016

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a nightmare from a waking dream:
a rotten tangerine regime
a bad toupee resembling hay
a right-hand man who’d criminalize gay

 

homer disappearing.gif 07/12/2015

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So long, and thanks for all the fruit.

 

There There 06/24/2015

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Is it crude to impersonate the deceased, in good faith?
Or does it keep them fresh past their expiration date?
A ghost of an old woman’s emphatic, “Hello?”
Answering her cordless phone in the dining room
For no reason, on this random Wednesday enters my head.
The ghosts in our heads transcend the dead.

 

sketch 06/23/2015

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One minute upon waking,
A text about a dream you had
Where Dream me said,
“I’m a different person now,
But with all new cells.”
We both know what the dream means.

That summer I discovered Steely Dan
On the Boltbus back from Portland,
Hauling Sauvie Island sand home in my hair.
When I got back, I ate the plum candy Joe gave me
Before I’d left, he blessed it with his love.

 

Yahrzeit 03/23/2015

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Melissa’s wish made me cry Ghibli tears.
Quivering drops for Sol,
pomegranate seeds sown,
Droplets dotting the dirt.
Stackings stones on Gladys’ grave, I cave;
I light the candle every year on this day.
I wonder where Sol’s soul sprouts,
Contemplate placing a stone.
This candle stands in for him,
So I’m never alone. I’m carrying him on
With everyone I’ve ever known.