LIFE IN THE TRENCHES: Romance, Rebellion and Running Amok

I CAN'T WAIT FOR MY GIRLFRIEND TO GET HOME

 I think its funny how from time to time

I get caught up in stamping something with

Finality like a category to be filed away, or a testimonial,

Or a slogan, or some law that everything must be squeezed

Through everything like some absurd ideological hymen.

 

It’s funny, but not.   

 

I am finally at a place in my life where I have to really

Take a look at the fact that I have been very mean to

Myself throughout the course of my life and

I am going to tell you that the majority of my challenges

Comes from this sweet piece of testicular magic

That I have worn for too long like a suit and I’m

Done.   

 

What does the suit look like? 

Well, it’s black and furry. 

Machine washable. 

Goes BAAAAA.

And stinks like old pumpkins

When left out in the sun. 

 

If you want it, I’ll sell it to you

For two dollars. 

 

Today.  Literally.  In real life. 

I got a superhero costume

From my upstairs neighbor

Because she had to take the cape she

Gave me away for a project she was

Working on.  It was a mad dash to

Finish.  And she felt bad.   

 

I felt a little sad too because it made me

Smile to wear it while sitting in front

Of the computer, doing what I do.

Keeping it real, and what not. 

 

Neighbor.  Thank you. 

It is little surprises like this one that can

Really save someone’s ass and affords

Me with a perfect opportunity to drop

A stamp on something and file it away. 

 

You will find it in the “This Saved My Ass”

Category in the Sea of Life and looks a little

tight, but I’m sure I’ll grow into it.

 

It’s funny.  But not. 

 

 

 

a little lumpy.  yes.  i'm a pretty and fancy lady.  suck it.  

 

 

 

 

SO SAYS THE TREMBLE

Be strong. 

Remember where you came from and all that entails. 

Reclaim authorship. 

Know the ins and outs of seeing. 

Your eyes are an instrument. 

You have two of them. (mostly) 

Which is plain. 

A given. (for the most part) 

But it is something that is easy to forget

Along with instrument. 

 

If what you see makes you tremble. 

Listen.  Know that it is just a tremble. 

 

Pucker up. 

Put your lips on that horn.

High five yourself. 

Everything works. 

 

You are not a blight.

You are not dangerous. 

You are not a freak. 

 

Find solace in the fact that

You are not dead but a sensitive. 

 

Be brave. 

Take responsibility. 

Keep it together. 

Remain vigilant. 

Breathe. 

And shy away from nothing. 

You couldn’t if you tried. 

And you don’t want to. 

This is not and never has been

Your heart. 

 

It is better to welcome it. 

 

The world is not apocalyptic.

Only the conditioning.

 

And it’s a polysyllabic word. 

Which is an incredibly fun word to say. 

Polysyllabic.     

 

But quit it. 

 

They are depending on you 

To remind yourself 

With those two peepers rolling

Around in your skull and be

Strong. 

 

The

Tremble will be gone as soon

As they disappear.

 

And take it easy on yourself. 

It’s only natural.

 

To forget to remember.

And remember to forget.

 

Come what may. 

 

 

THIS POEM IS CALLED "This Poem is Called Ronnie Dobbs"

as i take a piss.  i have a great idea.

and feel all inspired.  and think it's

completely possible.  i can do it.  i

can do all of it.  bring it.  bring

it on like donkey kong.  this is it.

i got it dead bang.  i'm a winner.

i'm a go getter.  i'm a do gooder.

i am going to change the world

and be myself and be appreciated

and loved for being myself the way

i do it and just as soon as i'm done

pissing i'm going to put it into

action

this is the best movie i've ever seen in my life. 

and this is the happiest piss of my life

and it starts now - almost now - in a second

- first things first - when i'm done.  

i hold the Rubicon of warm thoughts and laughter in my hand

like a bottle of plum wine laced with heart-gasm. 

"you can cut the flowers but you can't stop the spring."  yes. 

glory. 

but, when i'm done.  i don't. 

the thought is lost in a snap decision

to feed the cats. 

they are hungry and don't know any better.