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Strange Couplets #2: More People on Fire

Posted in Assholes, Fire, Fragments, People, Poems, Politics on July 25, 2010 by Insert-Silly-Name-Here.ai

People on fire are quenched by the storm
smoldering wet and mumbling ‘reform’
their hands turn to ashes and their words into dust
their guts into pumice and their hearts into rust

These people on fire are buried in clay
and they harden and deaden and wither away
but in the holes that they left their ghosts linger on
and the soil above is more porous anon

People on fire spontaneously combust
when a lifelong breeze hits a sudden gust
a crackle and spark from the toes to the hair
a towering inferno, a thunderous gale

People on fire should prompt you to run
unless you’re prepared or just there for fun
and it’s best to escape or carry some salt
so if you ignite at least it won’t be your fault

Strange Couplets

Posted in Fire, Fragments, Poems, Songs on July 1, 2010 by Insert-Silly-Name-Here.ai

People on fire are meaner than you think
they dash and they stumble and sink
A fire extinguisher might put them out
But then they sit around and pout

People on fire just need a match
Holes in your skin just need a patch
A patch on your skin to dull the pain
seed clouds with dust to make it rain

When I was on fire I saw only red
All I wanted was the ocean instead
Red becomes green and green becomes brown
Settle in mud, sink down and down

People on fire it’s all in their minds
wake up in your head it’s the heat that binds
Give in to the flames and they’re cool and light
Like soft summer linen on a warm summer night.

Mother’s Day Poem

Posted in Death, Love, People, Poems, Space on May 10, 2010 by Insert-Silly-Name-Here.ai

Palmer’s Star



When a star is born
and drifts away from its mother
when the bonds of gravity pull like taffy
thinning, but never gone
when satellites emerge or are drawn in
comets settling down
when its mother dies
and it sees that last light
from millions of years before
having mourned her death
for those millions of years
what can it do but look to its planets and moons
friends and lovers
with the desperate boyish hope
somehow that he resembles her
if they never saw her light
through him they will remember her

Factory Meat

Posted in Assholes, Breakfast, Death, Hell, Lies, Poems, Songs on April 29, 2010 by Insert-Silly-Name-Here.ai

Hey we’re hungry I’ll get something to eat
how about a slice of that factory meat
the factory meat looks dull and gray
the factory itself makes us all look away
let’s spice up the meat with some color and fat
hide the factory away wipe our hands that’s that

Hey we’re hungry I’ll get something to eat
how about a slice of that factory meat
the factory meat might make you sick
the factory walls are covered in shit
let’s sanitize the meat in an ammonia bath
consolidate factories make an industry pact

Hey we’re hungry I’ll get something to eat
how about a patty of that factory beef
the factory beef that once was a cow
the factory raising it once was a sow
they used to eat grass and they used to be good
until we made factory meat out of what should have been food.

The Day After Earth Day

Posted in Books, Death, Photos, Planets, Poems, Uncategorized, WikiLink on April 23, 2010 by Insert-Silly-Name-Here.ai

photo by Lori Nix

When the World Ends, Come With Me

Come with me when the world is ending
when the sun is heavy and dull
when the piratical lives of those who remain
are impossible dreams less substance than vain
when the floods and the fires encroach on our backs
we’ll face them together and let out a laugh:
“When our bones turn to ash our wills still shall abide,
and we’ll still be screaming ‘Despite!’”
So come with me when the world is ending
and I’ll come with you for life.

Text Found!!

Posted in Death, Love, Poems on April 20, 2010 by Insert-Silly-Name-Here.ai

Scars



bartering truth for love can it really be

the answer to my loss

an indelible groove to be filled in

with potters clay or epoxy

shaped and smoothed until the air

sucks all the moisture out



over time I’ll forget

how pliable and soft I once was

underneath that patch

a hardened seal to rub at

and remind me not of the love

but of the loss

Fragment found!

Posted in Fragments, Lies, People, Poems on April 19, 2010 by Insert-Silly-Name-Here.ai

I knew a fact

the way it stared

truth in your eyes

your lies declared