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.

Sunday, October 31, 2010


The song remains the same
The videos pause, then play
The colors
Muddy over here
Sharp pixels at that
The foyer beeps with Boost Mobile
Fingernails tap on the window
To scratch and claw your dreams
Into submission
While you drop your stub of admission
Into the trash can
That sits on the corner
Scratched and sniffed
Regrets come to trial
In wonderland
The mirrors in your dream
Reflect the ghosts of you
That linger on the tip of your tongue
As your world stirs

Friday, October 15, 2010


In those mines
The air ain't new
Tuna cans are far and few
Ay dio
No hope
Digging for the copper blue
San José blocks the skyview
China grows from day to day
Chile claws for little pay
How so?
No hago
Faces like the Magnum, true
Urzúa, he leads, he do
Pots of gold
Que bueno

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Color Me Chemistry

Never was a night hero
I got my own solutions
To bubble in this world
A mix of liquids, blue
At times froze solid
Test tube clinks
Into clouds of gas
Is this really happening?
You best believe it is
You best believe it is
You believe so, you do
You smell the air, stone breeze
Cold case
Glossed one over
For the showroom
Don't blink
I'm dreaming

Pony Express

Port to Port
Road to Road
Austin out to Charleston
You see that
You are invited
To anyone
You are invited
To thank the loved
You are invited
To break the rules
You are invited
To loathe the day
You are invited
To fall down twice
You are invited
To debate and curse
You are invited
To chat and chew
You are invited
To hold me tight
You are invited
For all times
You are invited
To plant those fruits
You are invited
To seek knowledge
You are invited
To laugh all day
You are invited
To stop talking
You are invited
To stop crying
You are invited
To kiss and tell
You are invited
To climb, then stand
You are invited
For all times
You are invited
To make the mold
You are invited
To hide forever
You are invited
To be a fat ass
You are invited
To leap, then fly
You are invited
To anyone
You are invited
For all times

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Killa Colon

In first grade
We saluted your journeys
We celebrated with costumes
we observed the day by closing
Then later on in grade school
We opened up
And stayed that way
A friend told me about the way
You dogged your kind and mine
The People's History spoke to the ignant
Confirming what we suspected
Despite what we know now
The city slows down
To ignore the fight against the mind
Letting the lie win
Even though history and artifacts
Remain true
Partnered with lore