combatzen

"COMBAT ZEN"

Tension sizzles
down high-wire streets
creating nightmare tableaus
that flicker through-
the Kinescope of moving traffic.

Distorted masks
of fear, apathy,
and desperation,
crudely rendered
by an idiot hand.

At the close of just another
brutal whirlwind day-
the sun impales itself
against needle towers,
bleeding purple shadows
down onto the Death-march battalions,
hurrying to the familiar frustration
of glowing spider-web traffic-jams;
that...
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When your parents are still living,
but you feel like an orphan..
When hours spent stuck in traffic,
is less stressful than 5 long minutes
in a house that no longer
even holds a memory of home..


Holding onto a jagged lonliness
like the sweet ache of muscles
after hours of lovemaking.
like the sudden entrance
of a harsh realization
into a candlelit room
long...
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"It's too Late,
there's no one left,
that I even want to Imitate.

You see,
you just don't know;
I'm here to give you my Heart,
and you want some Fashion Show.

And it ain't no Contribution
to rely on the Institution,
to Validate your Chosen Art,
and Sanction your Boredom,
and let you play out your Part."

- Jim Carroll

Another Night
trapped in somebody else's
Dream of America

Another Night
surrounded by Houses
Identical to my Own

Another Night
surrounded by Families
Identical to my Own

Long Nights spent
in furniture cocoons
always together / always apart

Hours pass in rooms
where the only movement
comes from the flicker
of phosperescent Blue light;
tracing the reflections
of Sitcom Reality
across unblinking eyes.

Hours pass...
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Went to a Reading tonight. The Feature was incredible. Nafeesa Monroe. She was on the Long Beach Poetry Slam team this year. They came in 6th @ the National Slam. Which is not bad at all.
A lot of excellent poets read on the Open Mic too.. I'll have to go again.

A pretty quiet day. I did a lot of writing, but no Poetry or Journaling (except for this).

Mainly responded to e-mails.. It's funny: Before I got a Computer.. I probably didn't write anyone a letter for 5 years.. but, now I write a bunch of People every day.

Outside my window, the Sun is just starting to set. Finally adding a few pale colors, to what has been a totally gray Sunday Afternoon.

I read Isabelle's journal entry about her Dreams last night. I had strange dreams too.. Something must have been 'in the air,' here in SoCal (besides Smog).

Some of my dreams were beautiful, and some of them horrific. The worst...
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