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OCTOBER 7, 2018

How sweet is the affliction of humanity
to speak of it’s ills renders me unsocial
How sweet is the affliction of humanity
to speak of it’s ills renders me unsocial
to think of it’s crimes too horrendous
How sweet it is to turn an eye away

And farewell, sweet world, my dearest
fiend. That we remain calm and serene
while all things great and small burn
makes us one of a kind.

That I have secluded my sanity from all
intercourse of my fellow creatures
and have remitted self to tangled
words and convoluted thoughts …
makes all of my internal organs
breath easier.

How sweet is our affliction.

Humanity!

:: 10-07-2018 ::


BABY BREATH BURN ME

THERE once was a home  where love was drunk
say do you know south? it’s near hell on earth
and i like tinker toys a classic toy that brings
grandparents, parents and kids together
–when i was a kid culture was in a dish
of phlegm and raw pain
spools, rods, flags,
washers, and end caps!
and if undetected mental health issues keep people
from bouncing upon rubber-walls
build a windmill! using the hands in life of the body god
gave me!    and i refuse to eat after psycho-surgery
tak!  tak!  talk with me i’m so lucid i cut flowers
with the edge of the burning sun
burning — tinker toys!
aah!  away!  got a Living
Will and do not resuscitate: everywhere i smell semen
and crushing ovum eggs upon the sidewalk of life!
Ovum-oh-hum-ho-mum
yellow chicks are cute
as flesh-babies just born
Baby breath burn me!
:: 08-05-2015 ::

010110100100010101010010010011110101001100100000001001100010000001001111010011100100010101010011 (ZEROS & ONES)

Zeros leaving //crazy//
like a hole in my heart
Ones too like a gypsy
just a digital bomb
holding a broken rose
and your laughing eyes

i’m so mystified…

you’re a mystery
a soul without a home
and I’m so confused
like a dog begging
for a leash to hold

you sitting pretty

We’re the new generation
throwing life away
upon a social wave
of silicon media
But I’m too burnt
so I’m trying to say
just to you — you got
the best of me tonight

Catching zeros and ones
across the glass I hold
Sorry but it’s true
you got the best of me
holding your broken rose
and my crying eyes

Oh, I’m sorry but it’s true
your zeros and ones
got the best of me
and we’re throwing away
the best of life that’s real

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IS FOR THE CRAZY

Image
(c) ep robles 2012

is for the crazy people
always jumping away
fearful kittens scratching

my-sharp sword for slicing
butter on cold days
and who cares

the ticket meter is full
avocado sliced
bleeding incredible red

and the next flag to fall —
is false like the words
out of that district
…the legal criminals
— you know
look in your wallet
see?

so cry me a tear
then shut it up
— superglue it

no time for fearful twits
grow a brain and grab
your socks —
mother [nature baby]
is pissed
freeze
burn
trans-
for
nation

:: 02-14-2014 ::


CHRONIC THINKING (SUCH CAUSE FOR DEATH)

SUCH cause for death and lost
heart attacks by dietary risk
and some data reflects a way
— driving while drinking kills

But what say the media —
and universities: don’t say
— and I believe with all my heart
is that too much thinking is a start

Chronic thinking it is —
the greatest disease of all
bounded by data and social media
it drains away our time…

and eventually kills us all
— the tide is set and waves have sailed
onto the shores of our lives
Tsunami event just years away
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WHO SERVES WHOM?

WHAT electric wizardry!
–this white clean store,
polished, white on white
unblemished glass and steel
unnerving to a naturalist’s eyes
but the translucency of gadgets!

A savior of circuitry serves man
Ah! Soon to be topsy-turvey
and even so — maybe now
who serves whom this day and age
when so many are teethered
to their devices — such a vice!
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