thepenismightier

as requested by chang, here is the beginning of poetry/writing/stuff i've been sketching out and working on in my notebooks at home. pretty much all of it are excerpts from free-writes and notes. they are works in progress.

1.
enjoy the decadence
of exploding eardrums
and fattening wallets
bound tightly by copper wire
and shrink wrapped for last year's store shelf
of musical suicide
and enjoy the sensation while you still can
before your mind blankets by numbness
from sonic deliverance
of plastic mouthpieces
firing off rounds that would make a GI jealous
and enjoy the lyrical lexicon
founded by third grade spelling books
rhyming itself to itself
for a call and response
to questions better left unasked
that provides clues
to how our generation of music
has become
a decadence of exploding eardrums.

2.
sometimes i wish
that i could wrap my fingers around
the very breath that escapes me
and squeeze tears out of it
like rain clouds pouring
i'd fill a glass
and let you drink it
until it fills your chest
until you could understand

3.
created out of ashy remains
of what we once were
reminders of rice grain footprints
carbon dated bookmarks
for interment journals
etched on weeping walls
hatched under full moons of
pax americana
applie pies
and baseball railroad tracks
crossing over the wrong side of the tracks
kissing bullets whizzing by
faster than childhood memories
while riding cotton dolphins
across cellophane oceans
a mix of your favorite colors
sitting at the foot of destiny
ready to shower ourselves in oceans of
knives
and pitchforks
to save burning witches
from unholy crosses
chanting our name
we're a miracle born disaster
drinking from the lips of the pacific
careful not to get swallowed whole
immigrated suitcases
unpacked
and left floating

4.
at the brink of the horizon
we each stare ourselves into disillusionment
our insecurities magnificent
until we only see shadows
blanketing our entire world
but to take that leap
a chance on chance
and to throw everything we know about fate
into a barrel of fresh gasoline burning
we'll finally be able to sleep soundly
knowing
we scraped by on hopes and dreams
and that it was really enough


5.
may 11 is independence day
from chemical wastelands
wading chest high through forty hour work weeks
desperately trying
to keep my sanity from drowning
and asphyxiating on exploding dreams
each day since then
has delivered new meaning to it all
bank accounts and frozen lunches
have never been this important to me
may 11 is the beginning of a new life
away from texas heat
and enormous trucks
it marks the day of
blue vaseline makeup
and eight bar patterns
you see
the last three years at a place
you never wanted to be
became a cornerstone
the starting line
the wire to ignite the dynamite
that will send me sending love letters
to myself
so that i can enjoy each day
without witnessing
creative paralysis that is a job
routine is crucial in a job
but spontaneity is vital to life
medical science and mathematical calculations
love the definite
the for sure
the one answer
but life
art
and music
breathe and feed on our ability
to be anything but that


that is all for now. word.

bhurin

playlist:
eva cassidy - time and time
from monument to masses - the impossible leap in one hundred simple steps