Millennial Meditations (1/3)
Smoke is billowing from the side of a skyscraper against a cloudless, light blue sky; a plane is flying towards the adjacent tower.
*BOOM*
Holy shit!
Millennial Meditations (2/3)
I haven’t smoked cannabis in three days; feeling tired and uneasy. A friend said, “Weed saved me from killing myself.” I believe him, but weed isn’t a solution. It’s too easy to fall back into familiar habits, especially when enforced by friends. Some say, “You’re the average of your five best friends.”
Millennial Meditations (3/3)
Understanding and spotting logical fallacies will reduce the risk of being manipulated by irrational and deceitful individuals; politicians and social activists are the most egregious offenders in daily life.; they’ll use strawmans, red herrings, and draw misguided causes from minimal correlation. Whenever an individual paints with a broad brush, generally, a false claim will follow;
Crow’s Beak
Harley roaring recklessly,
tattoos mend clipped wings;
subcutaneous scorpid stings>>>
tearing, puncturing, endlessly
Magnanimity
I’m
standing
over a
pine sapling
in my family’s orchard
Solidarity
We aren’t free. while someone’s knee is on our neck, our hands are cuffed, and three others stare silently. Reduced to squirming like worms, we bellow like the day we were born into this unjust world. Ignorance and complacency are two of the greatest ills of our society. Fortunately, the …
Lub Lub
Lost in the Lub Lub.
Death to Kohler
Angels have come, from across the land With deep pockets and outstretched hands “Gather round, creative ones; We’ll buy your gags, just for fun.” Some will win, but most will lose Modesty dangles from a noose Teslas zipping, while drivers snooze Sheeps bleat for blacks—they aren’t amused When times get …
Hipster Heaven (Part One)
“Welcome to Hipster Heaven folks
First, some rules, please, no jeering jokes
Second, only Spirits are smoked
If you have weed, we’ll take a toke
Where are You Going?
There are dolphins in Venice
the highways are free.
God, please keep this virus alive.
I finally have an excuse to thrive;
Taken for Granted
Did you hear that … no?
Sunny—no shots, nor bombs dropped
Only sheep should bleat
Burn the Buddha
lotus, Buddhist monk
gasoline dripping, drenched
strike a match, fire, ash
Put on a Show
I feel Godly when staring at ants—
less so with elephants and orcas;
the latter sings and chats for leagues
the prior’s trunk caresses and ensnares
Hangry Chickens
I walk out of the shed in my parent’s backyard and hear chickens in the distance.
“cock, cock-cock-cock”
Let It Out
I got your gir-rl — ca-lling me
She said you buggin’, like a flea
jumping and biting — ya’ fam-i-lee
Thoughts are hangin’ — from a tree
Pecking Order
Cracked eggs
Who killed the chick?
Smashed and smothered
Was she the perpetrator, or,
A Perfect Union
Listen friends, listen close
I would like to propose a toast
for the happy couple, new wed
raise your glass above your head
Bashō and The Judge
Master, my only friend; dead.
Poetic partnership; *POOF*
must — go — a – lone …
pestering: students and fame.
Blinders
I tried to be a friend and therapist for several creatives; I failed miserably at both. Although there are similar aspects to each role—such as attentive listening and encouragement—there are mutually exclusive traits as well.
My Heroes
Bukowski and Carlin are a sour lot.
They must’ve been bulled as
troubled youths — absentee parents,
running loose. Thinkin’ they got
Gray Eyes
Those eyes have seen it all;
trembling to the touch,
I know you’ve had enough.
Hunger pangs—pain hangs
Decisions
I need some soap
to purge my smells;
limitless choices,
swelling shelves
Pandemonium
We have fast food
clogging arteries;
TV dinners cloaked
in cancerous wraps;
The Price of Peace
The sun is shining and the birds are singing. I’m gathering my family’s empty soda cans to take them to a recycling center in Hayward, CA. I kept postponing this trip, because they closed all the recycling centers in my hometown of Castro Valley — attempting to purge the homeless blight.
East County
While attending San Diego State University, I lived with three other guys in Spring Valley, southeast of San Diego. It wasn’t the greatest area: every other week, there’d be a stolen car sitting on the cross-street before our cul-de-sac; but our neighbors were nice, and when we planned our parties, …
Obfuscation
It feels as if the end is near.
Clouds choking, *cough* lungs
Friends are failing, drinking beer
Cars are stacking—bankers run
What’s a Spider?
I met my first Australians while attending college at San Diego State University. The guys were muscle-bound, chill dudes—similar to the laid-back surfer bros of southern California. Whereas the ladies were snappy and straight to the point—sarcasm, idle chit-chat—nope, never.
Stan
I’m at a family friend’s wedding with my brother, parents, and girlfriend—tucked into the hills along Highway 1, not too far from Hearst Castle. The ceremony is pleasant—despite the ungodly summer heat. Family and friends deliver speeches; the pastor goes through the motions; then we walk a half mile down a dirt path towards a barn, where the reception dinner is awaiting our arrival.