Proofs of Purchase

The following thoughts have filtered from a mind that has been oversaturated with images, screams, romance, text, and sounds since The Carter Administration. If you are not satisfied, then I recommend a double chocolate brownie from Starbucks with a tall bold of the day.

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Card Stock

We once walked in Scranton for a few days
Sitting in a conference room at times between
We even walked between the campus courtyards
Dusted with coal mountain wisps
Before LeBron, we were witnesses in Cleveland
At the same time, but not in the same room
We easily chatted online
I typed a thousand heartbeats per keystroke
A streetcar named and filled with desire
You moved to the Emerald Isle
From the Andean Chilean archiplelago
I build a plan to take Gotham
You directly care for the core
With Jean Vanier
Today, I write to you in ten words per hand glide
A trillion senses in one direction
On card stock
Black ink
Finely stroked

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

A Screw Sprouting From The Lawn

You could study
Fed legislation
Old patience
Draws still animation
And not spark another owl
Resting on an iPad
Sad from the lost hours
Of viral depravement
Talking at Starbucks
In layman's terms
Those laid free connections
Scattered in grey pews

Intellectual Minded

I woke up playing air guitar
I woke up playing air guitar
Then I clutched the cold microphone
Rapping verse chorus verse
Iambic pentameter
Not be the body
Rocked by dead portfolios
But the rock can move Prudential
Next to the Ladybug and Snoop
From the depths of the sea
Back to the rack
You know you want it
I got that
Dripping like water
On the blue carpet

Monday, September 27, 2010

The Black Squirrel of Bedouin

Dust tickled your eyelashes
Which fought more than free particles
They batted themselves
From images made into memory
Once, an embarrassment of action
Acts of determination
Lunges of pain
At your furried brethren
Them of an auburn hue
Guffawing that you were darker than blue
You had been displaced like the Navajo
An odd relic in spaces of Brooklyn
Over the Antics on Atlantic
Spinning your revenge theatrics
As you like it
The love of wire crawling
Tapped, those fears of heights
Flowing, the river of revenge
Hustle, those rodent brethren
Daring to grin in the tent of Bedouin

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Sense With Coins

Attack of the currencies
Siblings Yen and Yuan
Tack on more Western angst
Unlike a ticky tack foul
From Erick Dampier
One senator wants to tax
Those siblings
Who dare to tack our living rooms and shoulders
Full of cloth, blocks of digital
Then tackle our stomachs
With Kobe beef and tactile veggies
A tack on our balance sheets
Pressed with a thumb

Friday, September 3, 2010

The Flood

I stayed up late
Reading until old
It rose above the white sands of Malibu
The super cleaned up the foyer
The Puget Sound floated notes above the Washington firs
I picked up my newspapers from the stoop
The Mississippi River leaked across the heartland
Kettles boil, then pour into cups and bowls
The Gulf of Mexico boiled out the Deep South
I greet my roommate
The Rio Grande viene mas grande
I spin a web with floss
A toothbrush glides across my molars
The Bronx Reservoir meets up at a party
With The East and and Hudson Rivers
Hosted by The Atlantic
The waves came from all corners
For this moment
They move downtown
I open my door
They arrest my body
I kick and push
I pull up
They pull down
I pull up harder
They push and pull down
I flatten on a Ford F-150 bed
Oxygen restored
Escape complete