Rebuking Christian

"Love is like oxygen,
Love is a many splendoured thing,
Love lifts us up where we belong,
all we need is Love."

In a perfect world, Christian

In a perfect world.

In Transit 4

I hear waves lap against the tires
I look through a
Water-beaded , occasionally streamed
Windshield
From my southwest
I feel the breeze spit towards
My hair and the back
Of my neck
I pass panic stricken masses
Huddled under slight eaves and thick trees
All this as I sit
In the front passenger seat
And eat
My oriental-flavored, salty
Nuts
And sing
"Jai guru deva om
Nothing's gonna change my world"

In Transit 3

I take in the marvelous
Cool late-night air
The aftermath of an earlier outpour
Of torrential rain.

Traveling, treveling
Through an unbecomingly undense city street
Past gas stations
And beer houses
In front of which scantily clad women
With their cheap parfums parade and
Spoil my marvelous late night air.

Two dogs (Male and Female?)
Seem in a hurry trying to find
That perfect spot
Where they could satisfy their urges.

Morning After

Blood shot eyes
Stare back
I stand before myself
Reflecting the near improbability
Of what I did
Last night

In Transit 2

The vessel is haunted by silence
Heavily hung in the weak glow of the semi-orb light
From my projected sullen exhaust
Audible only to my mind I sing
"In the background
in the background
in the background"

The cool August wind glides over my right cheek
As I look out into the road
"Everything is quiet "
Except for the droning hum of my machine
The sullenly exhausted mind
In the process of arranging words

Morning Afternoon Journeys

Specks of dust float in front of me
I stare into space
I imagine staring out into the universe

Going to, I see
Calves malnourished, ribs jutting out their sides
One wanders languidly into
The nearby cemetary

Traveling back
I notice a dog, dead and stiff
Lying decaying on the side
Of the road;
A crazy, half-naked person
Dirty and laughing
Dancing in the middle;
Tall flowering weeds
Growing out of the city pavement

Unusual Images Of Sickness And Hunger

Soap suds the tiles
I see the floor
Is cold
My urine reeks of
Penicillin
Drugs swimming in my bloodstream

My grandmother always jokes about
Sickness and Death
She says It is
Purely Personal
I don't see why you should come visit me

Last night, I remember,
I saw a stray cat scavenging
Through a garbage can
Clear plastic cups came rolling out
A fish head, soggy brown, opaque eyes and all
"Victory!"

E. B. White Wrote

He
will often find himself
steering by stars
disturbingly in motion

the Young Writer.

funny nazis!

To home
In a jeepney
Try to read
Anselm Hollo
Distracted by damn
Cheesy 80's disco music
"Ooh, heaven is a place on earth"

Yes Anselm
funny nazis!
Not on TV though
On radio

In Transit

I ponder on the word luminescence
(I love the word luminescence)
A banana-full cart passes by my line of sight
Painted strips of white sequentially alternate
With dust and asphalt
This jeepney turns the corner
Lined with colonial horse carriages
The air is full of the smell of horse shit
PungentSweetSour
When I left the sun was scorching
Now the sky is marble blue dark
And the floodgates look ready to burst

Dead Cat Epitaph

gloomy
rainy
Friday
morning
On my way to school
I see
Flat
cat
road
kill
fur
flesh
blood
splattered
head
skull
crushed
I feel
like
that dead cat

If I May Borrow From William Carlos Williams To Describe The Politics Of Our Country

so much depends
upon

the surveys that
do not

really measure
anything

and the rallies
prompted

by so much time
wanting

more than we could
afford

Prompted By 4 Haloes

Fuzzy luminescences halo the full pewter moon above me
I wander through my own small forest (The Backyard)
Where the hounds never rouse
And the birds always watch
The pig on its back wanting more.
Consumed by night madness
The first halo upon me
Casted tiring tirelessness
The second halo also
I search for a sign of ants
The third and fourth haloes
Have taken effect a bit too soon.