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Jong and Trump dancing

3 Dec

I work with a lot of people from the Philippines. They told me about training spiders as kids or not training them, but starving them and then pitting them against each other like cock fights. I guess it was a pre-TV, pre internet, pre-smart phone past time. It got me thinking about Donald Trump and Kim Jong. I have nothing against the good old people from the United States or North Korea. In fact, I suspect there are great poets and singers from both places, great people who work in factories from both places too. It’s just Donald Trump and Kim Jong that don’t like each other. So I have an idea. Why don’t we pick a neutral country and city, say Tokyo Japan where as they say, the two leaders can settle their differences, dress up in Sumo Wrestler gear with the thick thong and what not or since neither one of them probably knows the Sumo technique, they could square off in a cage match. What will probably happen is that they’ll discover they’re exactly the same, that they both suffer and bleed. Then, we can go back to a never before normal, that is, citizens of North Korea can discover American writers and poets and citizens of the United States can discover North Korean writers and poets.


when i wore cowboy boots

29 Nov

a friend gave me a pair of cowboy boots.
it was no big deal,
but when i put them on,
i felt naked
like adam and eve in the bible must have felt
or like the snake.
yeh, i was suddenly the snake and i could do whatever i wanted.
it was overwhelming.
like wearing a superman shirt.


26 Nov

I heard the other day that apes have begun to make tools and that spiders were bigger than ever last year. Good thing they haven’t joined forces yet.

the smile collector

22 Nov

I told the name of this poem to a co-worker.
He thought it was something sinister,
like a horror movie with clowns or something,
but I promised him it was really just about smiles.
specifically when i’m walking to work.
i see these two kids
first there’s this girl.
then there’s this boy.
we smile at each other.
we’ve made it a habit.
it feels like an electric jolt every time.

a dark day with purple clouds

21 Nov

i slip into the library,
climb to the second floor and
find a vacant orange cushioned chair beside the window.
there are about a dozen of these chairs lined up against the window.
they all face the same direction.
I am seated towards the back.
i know its the back because i can see all the people in front of me.
a middle aged man is reading a coffee table size graphic novel
an older lady is leaned over with head in her hands.
others stare out the window at the street down below. i stare out there too.
it’s a busy street,
a mix of students, workers, and beggars.
i think about a junky i know and hope he’s scored his dope for the day.

getting squirrels to calm down

19 Nov

it’s hard to not notice squirrels.
they behave like they’ve done something horribly wrong.
they look left and then right.
they dart east and then west.
but every so often they pause,
stand on their back legs and hold their paws together.
they look rather peaceful doing it too,
like an old lady twirling rosary beads.
the other day i held my hands together.
i brought them close to my mouth and guess what?
the squirrel calmed down so I held my hands there a while.
i think the squirrel thought I was a squirrel too,
a big one,
but nonetheless a squirrel.
we now have something to go on.

the switchman

28 May

i sit in the bathtub,
not too often,
but the next time i do,
i will watch the water slither towards the drain and
remember that
water wears down everything and
it will do me too.
then after that,
i’ll exit the tub,
dry off,
and cut some vegetables in the nude.

painting by colorsetbrushes

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