December 2011
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reading at an extreme rate. 5-6 novels a week. i feel strong being back in the rhythm.
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naked in a chicago loft on north avenue
the poet, the read man,
the man of letters
he is a delicate man
he lives in a world of the fully-clothed
while he, the liberated man, roams
see him out there among the tight linens
there he is stark raving naked
clothing the ribs of the canvas paper with his pen and mind
May your life’s true experiences be the travels that you so boldly partake .
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the good stuff
it feels good not having any money
it feels good telling the cheap collectors who call to fuck-off
it feels good not getting laid
it feels good taking a long hot shower and not caring to masturbate
it feels damn good
it feels good being down and out with means, yet full of life
it feels good not having a job
it feels good giving away all your possessions to friends for them to keep
it...
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i get under their skin
they are never quite sure why
i represent the sin and loud in them
i am the reflection of the starkness they want to be
i am the pal down the street, i am someone you’ve begun to hate
the evil, the good,
we find this all very fascinating
never knowing exactly why
never trust a man with a perfectly-trimmed mustache
see the swine wallow in their own mire. see how they love to play with proofs in trial. in this world of hogs, the one-eyed pig really is the king, now isnt he? oink. oink.
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born to raise hell
got kicked out of 3 bars in chicago tonight. not bad for a fella who doesn’t even live here. god save the irish.
after the bar, I sat at the L-train with 3 homeless guys asking the white swine in Wicker Park for their loose change. WHat a grand time. We all gathered enuf’ silver coin for Flash Taco! Those bar-goers sure do love giving to the needy from time to time, it makes them feel like...
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aloha from the windy city
drinking myself some southern bourbon , then off to the subterranean. rock n roll, ya’ heard? if yalll in chicago wants to join me, get at me soon before i head out for the night. i ought to be stomping-about till 3 or 4. i suppose too, if one of you gals and fellas has one of those nifty time-machine buggers, you can make some headway that way as well. Up to you, of course.
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many faces, many stops
I rode on the train all afternoon, digging the city and her people; it was nice. Actually, after typing that last sentence out, the more I consider it, Chicago is more of a “his” “him” ….a man’s type of town. Every city and town I go to I always like to get the feel of whether it is a female or male. I’ve been calling Chicago a female for years now, I was...
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fun?
what a joke the Lincoln Park ZooLights is. that is their idea of holiday nature fun? I advise anyone in the greater Chicago area to stay away as far as you can. last night i felt a small glimpse of what it would feel like to be locked in a cage like the animals are. even the music they played during the event sucked; they played some holiday itunes sample through the speakers, where each song was...
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yarning life's ridge with no particular route
i like to think of myself as audaciously improvising my life
giving in, realizing what they find “important” as futile
a further left turn to the future
i love the man who can laugh in times of total irritation and ache
kneeling in the middle of life’s parade
the ones for me are the ones who have jumped off their life’s bridge ,
came back , told the story, and went...
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the curve of her flesh
lasciviously wrestling with my own self
in constant fluctuation with defeats in my life
shortening of myself, i feel
down and out like Orwell in Paris and London
towering skyline of my mind,
with an erection towards life teetering off the ledge
below a meticulous architecture of mainstream middle, the inferno
by way of assassination the re-insurgence of myself through youth manifesto
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welcome to america
come for a job
leave with an itchy std
as our boy Mark Twain would say, ” Time to give up the ghost my friend.”
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places to go , places to be seen
the rationale of my mother telling me to watch for cars keeps me
whining cars in a sideways warp drive on by
the curb keeps us from hood to flesh collision
heavy worn-out brakes sigh, backlights give caution
high pitched pistons give their moaning winter cry
faded newspapers from four years ago line windows of abandoned buildings
before our president was elected, the Cubs won that day in...
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the cement-mixers of the produce market
the stoop that we sat on with its cracked cement
vocal chords as thick as the neighborhood tales
the chatter, the holding of secrets at moonlight
the nerve channel, the sidewalk clotheslines down the street
the laughter and whispers of children in the forehead of the next day’s sun
the art of play, the child-like universal games
but, oh how, they eventually teach you in those schools
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of the Republican refinement
calling into question the legitimacy of the commission
I’d type term papers for extra money
we’d share a small refrigerator, I was assigned the middle shelf
i intended the question to be received as ironic, or thought i had
we all became boringly predictable in conversation
one in the corner wept pitifully
one was applying pressure on the back of his girlfriend’s skull
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visiting a girl who lived on Maple street
promptly we say things such like, “Why, excuse me, thank you.”
imitating the local inhabitants
to which of course they reply in not-caring tongues
he dry-humps brassieres
and says, “Daddy,” and “Momma”
he is the young ambassador reeking white creamy havoc on used linens
he is a weekend guest visiting for the holidays from the university
he drops his...
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with a girl of the Jewish religion
in your halfslip, flushed , perspiring from your forehead
showing me, despite how hot it is in that room,
of what it really should feel like
remember now?
showing me, how it should really taste
back when we were young,
back when we didn’t give two shits about ways of possession,
or who is making the money
where the air is still unpoisoned in our sophomore year
your legs around me,...
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I bet you bake your own bread, dontcha?
valedictorian of a high school the size of 9
you need a showcase for that talent of yours
Yes, this is what you got and they don’t
where are you now with that fat ass of yours, always smacking that thick lipstick on
a mother to how many? round and ample
your unattended long hair, buttery skin
the very best of Kansas
your naturalness, your abundant behind
a half dozen kiddies sucking...
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where they wouldn't cut a Negro's hair
Where is she now, that find!
How could we do otherwise
Edit our lives? No, oh no
Be a commendable being why dontcha
An exemplary individual in our (yes, that wretched word again) “society”
Edit your papers with a Roget’s Thesaurus, walk across that high-stage
Find yourself a wonderful wife out there in the plains of America
Picket with outrageous friends on your college campus
Go to the local...
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a heinous scene for the town passer-byer
Can’t tell ya much, that’s for sure. Too vile, too much satanic ritual acted out by the town hussies, for even reflection on the matter. Nymphomaniacs, I tell you.
Here you are, dear reader, thinking to yourself aloud, he’s gunna tell me anyways, that vain, smug son-of-a-bitch.
Well, very well, here we are…I cannot even begin to illuminate any sort of full-length...
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a generation who should've had more abortions
How they wield power and maintain
Pulling the dictatorial wool over the eyes of the public
The Holy Blue-Eyed Empire
The self confidence, their cunning,
The imperiousness that enabled them to lead
How easy their oppressive ideas triumph in a big-deal way
Oh, the worshippers! This uncomprehending, constipated row of pews
Bending over in prayer with their testicles never fully descended
Where...
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feels good to be back in Wicker Park
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wrote 3,667 words tonight. I am happy with this.
packing sucks
grr…. trying to maintain my sanity
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well,
it has been real Denver. I learned a lot and wisdom grew with the experience. Off to Chicago till the 23rd.
nothing like being thrown in a psych ward… nonetheless it made for a rather interesting night of padded walls and thoughts. intense visions, too!
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fuck you Nelnet
today i lost it on the phone. i couldn’t handle it. after the tenth time of begging this fascist gang in the last two months for them to do a simple task , a change of address, one cannot hold his patience a second longer . those nazi-bankers represent everything that is sin and evil in this capitalistic society of ours. Fuck those swine.
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text messages I sent my friend last night while...
4:51 AM - The score has been fixed. The writing on the wall tells so. The gig’s up my friend. pack it on up . suicide is the only kosher preferred choice for all involved. the zero hour has narrowed on in. do us all a service now and do away with yourself before you carry through anymore damnation in the world. Indeed. You killing yourself would do this world a great deed of good.
4:54 AM-...
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what a honorable man to be
some people in life take sports very seriously. quite odd this is.
do they know the love story of their mother and father?
do they know past lust?
does man hug his friend? is it okay for him to cry?
is life lived?
is life watched?
how fascinating that really is if you consider it
this obsession with fierce battle
king of the mountain.
The man’s man.
i’ve never felt so alive in my life
yet so alone,
so lonely
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blow that saxaphone! blow!
it’s great meeting people off couchsurfers
i’ve had the time of my life meeting Andrew. we attended an underground slam poetry event in the heart of Denver ….on accident (?), then thereafter stumbled upon some vibrant jazz. soul,soul,soul!
this is what I was so dearly missing.
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triumphant
bone dry on stamps and envelopes. i can’t afford shit right now. what a disaster. it is cold outside. snow came far to soon this year. reading a novel and half per day. ernest hemingway read through the night. went to bed at 7am woke up 3 hours later. coffee can is empty. no more brown drink till arrival in chicago. unrequited love from cheap coffee. down and out in the streets of denver,...
i barely sleep anymore
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I’ve been averaging 3-4 hours a night as of late
Too much on my mind? I’m unsure what it is, i keep waking up really quick as if startled out of an escaping dream.
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one more week in Denver then I am off to roam. where will i go? nooooobodyyy knooooowss. A lot of options and ideas, so i will see what i feel is best at the given moment. of course, as always, it will be a split decision at the last moment i already know. it just kind of sucks I am paying full rent for December, when i’m only going to be here for 6 days of the month…..seems like a...
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to plant a garden over Satan's crown
these controllers of politics and war, how silly, how ashamed they’ll in time feel
they sleep so easily on other peoples pain
they beat and beat till there is no more to exploit
then, with nothing left to do, with no one to fight,
they will kill themselves, but, not before
their eyes and stomachs seek satisfaction through native ancestor ways
indeed, cannibalism will become a fun game for...