from an email

"A woman has a close male friend. This means that he is probably interested in her, which is why he hangs around so much. She sees him strictly as a friend. This always starts out with, you're a great guy, but I don't like you in that way. This is roughly the equivalent for the guy of going to a job interview and the company saying, You have a great resume, you have all the qualifications we are looking for, but we're not going to hire you. We will, however, use your resume as the basis for comparison for all other applicants. But, we're going to hire somebody who is far less qualified and is probably an alcoholic. And if he doesn't work out, we'll hire somebody else, but still not you. In fact, we will never hire you. But we will call you from time to time to complain about the person that we hired."

The poet

The poet is a feeble and emotionally unstable man

Expressing himself through a poem

is the same as brutish man

punching a hole in the wall in white anger

Short, concise and concentrated into a single point

It is not esthetically pleasing standalone

But only beautiful when the holes accumulate through time

Only then will you see that the holes

emerge as a pattern

And only then will you see that the patterns connect itself

Like a constellation that connects to seemingly

disconnected emotions and thoughts

Tiger in my room

There is a tiger in my room

I don't know where he is

I would shoot him if I can only find my gun

I hear the tiger but I can't see him

I cannot fall asleep with a tiger in my room

I cannot fall asleep without a gun in my hand

All dressed up

All dressed up

Hot shower

Combed hair

Clean shave

Shirt ironed

Trousers creased

Shoes polished

A puff of fragrance

All dressed up and nowhere to go

Color-Full

Those assholes with their shirts of white

Their cars of red

Their hair of gold

Their watches of silver

Their shoes of black

Their eyes of green

Their skin of orange

I pale in comparison

Pursuit

Chasing the girl of my dreams makes me tired

Being chased by the girl of my nightmares makes me run faster

Be Water

I am water

I will freeze when cold

I will boil when hot

I will take on any shape

I will shape any rock

You will drink me when sick

But I will be pissed... out

I am still water but I smell horrible now

Hope Floats

Flying high in a red balloon of hope in stormy weather

is a stupid thing to do

Don't you know?

Clutching to the yellow ribbon which ties

the balloon together

will only tire you

The chances of you falling is higher

than the chances of you escaping the storm

The balloon will most likely burst

Or, you will tire tire yourself

Better let go before you fly too high

Fishing

A torrent of ideas rage through my mind

But I only capture the small, slow and disabled ones

I release them back into my ocean like a fish too small

My net is not strong enough to capture a big idea

Nightingale's Song

My nightingale awakes after dark to sing a most sad and beautiful song never heard

No one listens

For they are asleep, dreaming about tomorrow

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Finally gaining balance in a crooked world

How long before the landscape shifts again?

Will I shift with it?

Will I stand my ground and fall over once more?

I can always choose to close my eyes and ignore my motion sickness

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I can feel her hurt

As her tears run down my shirt

I almost lose it too

But I must remain calm

We stand shoe by shoe

I wipe her tears with my palm

A sincere stare and and a hug is all I can give

This is why I still live?

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It is foggy here

Gray is all

I want to see you so bad, but I don't know where you are

I don't know where I am

Waiting is all I can do

Waiting for this fog to lift

The afternoon sun will burn off the fog soon

But I am afraid that the reality of sunlight will reveal that I am alone

Ironic?

I get stepped on way too many times

I am too nice of a guy I guess

"Oh, he doesn't mind if I treat him this way"

"He can take a beating or two"

"He won't lash out at me"

Well, fuck that

I am sick of being pushed around

In a world which rewards self interest

I give these assholes too many chances

Am I being punished for being a kind hearted person?

So What?

So what if you have more money than us?

So what if you have more influence than us?

So what if you have more control than us?

So what if you have more than us?

We will tell you there are more of us than there are of you

And that we are angrier than you are

But you will tell us, "so what?"

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Unchecked to-do lists

Atop of half-read art magazines

As I lay limp and lazy on a red office chair

I pick up the half drunken cup of cold Starbuck's

Take a quick whiff

How long was this cup sitting here for?

Maybe three days at least

Twelve Twenty-Nine Am

I begin to dread the next day

Around this time

Twelve Twenty-Nine AM

I should be asleep by now

What will I do tomorrow?

Most importantly, how will I feel tomorrow?

The cycle begins again at

Twelve Twenty-Nine Am

full of shit

Undisciplined

Unmotivated

Underprivileged

And full of shit

This is who I am

I have hope, but is that enough?

Cog

If we are cogs in the machine of society

Who operates the machine?

If one cog breaks in the machine

The operator can replace it with a new and cheaper one

If a cog squeaks

The operator can ignore it

Breeders

Arrogance breeds ignorance

Ignorance breeds hatred

Hatred breeds bigotry

Bigotry breeds arrogance

Arrogance breeds ignorance again

Apathy is sterile

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Rejection galvanizes my heart

Reality tempers my mind

Waiting for rust is a stupid cure

Whiskey works within the hour

Hangover

Whiskey nightmares of a phantom regret

Drowning in sweat

The headache barges in

The sun rises soon

This battle I cannot win

I rise late afternoon

Insomnia

Thought knocks gently on the door

Insomnia welcomes Thought inside

Insomnia pours Thought a cup of tea

"Thank you" said Thought

"I always end up here somehow when I begin to wander" said Thought

Insomnia always forget why he lets Thought inside night after night

Perhaps he is cordial at the door

Thought finishes his tea

Thought starts to rant and rave about his day

Thought drops his empty tea cup which breaks

Thought jumps atop the table

Insomnia runs to the corner of the room

Insomnia huddles in fear facing the corner

"You are the one to blame!" screams Thought

"Why do I only act like this with you around?" screams Thought

Thought begins to tear down all the photos from the wall

He smashes them one by one on the floor

"I know these photos!" proclaims Thought

"Why am I smashing them?" said Thought

Insomnia huddles in the corner still

Glass is strewn about

Though tires himself as the sun start to peak though the windows

Thought lets himself out the door

Sleep is waiting outside the door awaiting Thought to leave

"It is all yours" said Thought to Sleep

Sleep looks inside and sees Insomnia huddled in the corner

Sleep approaches Insomnia

Insomnia fades away

Sleep hangs the photos back on the wall

The photos are back in place but a bit damaged and warped

Minimalist

Bizarre Love Triangle

PG&E to the rescue

Erik Satie wears argyle?

from an old notebook

Yeah, Maury rocks!

Sacks are easy to draw.

Rear Window

Fort Point Hallways, San Francisco