Tag: free association

Hold on to the sun

Someone asked me on this blog once why I find happiness in despair, why I find lightness in the dark, why I have a smile of steel at the worst possible times,


I have no answer, but the best way I can frame it is in a series of vignettes.

Oh my god, I think we’re GOIN’ IN!!!

Abuse, a poem

there are no thoughts before my dull burning thud of a brain went all dull burning and thud-like thud-like thud-like*

a street artist places a headless man in such a way as to appear that his head was enveloped by the concrete of an office building in Philadelphia

that mannequin knows what I’m talking about

that mannequin he understands

was it the fifth concussion

or the fifteenth

was it a brother pleading for revenge before parent returned home

or was it a mother saying kick him in the head and not the legs

he has to race later today you know

or an older mother saying

well i wanted a hug but just look at him —–>me

was it the 10th crack of my dad’s school ring on my skull

or the 40th

when did I go dim

I never realized I was disabled

but god i must be

looking back

at the attacks

on the smallest human in the house

my time to pack came at 15

I never looked back

but stepped into footprints

too tiny to fill

and a keg or two in order to do my own damage to my own brain

for once

how many times was I left in the rain

how many times did i cry

what is the name of this American game

oh that’s right…Abuse.

*hat tip to Capt. Beefheart in all his glory

the canary

down by ‘lectric fields
where general burns left a mark or three
spit tubes of methane
they glow at night
burying grounds
land fills
burying land fill grounds
burying land fill grounds the town of dastardly west virginia
there was a scruff of a dog
and I remember blue angular designs
a star
but a giant star that surrounded with angles
no angels
just angles
and that trapeeze artist