Commitment Phobe

G-Shock speaks with

electronic beeps

hourly reminders of tired bodies

lacking

i lay

in artificial blue TV glow

as i wait to quench

alarm clocks thirsty beacon

with snooze

stark white reality like

bed sheets

and popcorn ceilings

unconscious embrace of extremities

mimic tableware

reverie

in her touch

her passion

her love

her smell lingers

in nostrils

not really awake

or asleep

i feel safe

too safe

that's what i tell

myself

but nothing ever last

for me

writers block

a breath

a sigh

the sound of raindrops

pitter pat on

patio plastic

as a cat seeks comfort on

a windowsill

pepsi max washes down

frozen chimichangas but

do little for

waistlines

a mile jog

seems like 26

but soothes like

a birthday shot

my homecoming

a dirty dish

remanence of a chimichanga

stain

ikea glassware

as i search for meaning

of words jogged out and

jotted down

on loose leaf

i take a breath

and sigh

and i am

thankful

a thought

no one believes in romantic persistence anymore ... now a days its called stalking ...

partly cloudy

can you hear it

i can hear it ... or

i thought i heard

a herd of white hoofed feet

trotting on by

or was it ...

all in my mind

can you see them

i could see them

in the grey skies

grey birds ... gooses ... geeses

circling overhead

or is it ...

just a figment of my

imagination

issues

float away like clouds

burned away by the sun

returning with the morning

fog ... (if the conditions are right)

most times it's

cloudy

aaaa ... yea

... the afore mentioned title of this piece just so happens to be one of my favorite catch phrases ... almost always dished out with a hint of sarcasm ... apropos that i use it on the first of many rants, as i make my foray into the realm of the blogging scene ... aaaaa yea ... has a certain ring to it ... i can hear it now, years later as i look back on my memoirs, the phrase synonyms with my writing career ... aaaa yea? well? we shall see ... we shall see indeed ... so now let us begin at the beginning someone eloquently put it ... it had taken some time for me to put together a theme for my blog ... i seen so many over the past months and i didn't know which direction to take mine ... i mean for real ... you got the pro foodie blogs(i like some of those) ... i'm a fan of a couple of music blogs(self explanatory) ... i seen some product review blogs(very funny) ... political blogs(witty very witty) ... corporate blogs(some of those guys are really pigs) ... and finally, the average real person blog like mine ... i'm not going to write under an assumed name ... most of the things i write about are going to be real events and inspired by real people or places (names will be changed to protect the innocent) ... you most likely are going to get the occasional opinion with a young minority's slant ... and yes the real reason for this blog ... poetry ... so sit back, buckle your seat beat, let's get ready to rumble, welcome to the first day of the rest of your life, and any other over used catch phase in blogdom .... without further ado ... welcome to my blog ...

open your eyes

I'm sick of all the puffy foo foo

shit i been reading these days

love this love that

oh how cute ... oh how nice

i read poems about how lovely the sun is

or fucked up poems about shoes

or some major fucked up shit about

someone in love one day

then break up the next day

only to find true love

2 weeks later in someone else?

give me a fucken break

with your fucked up lines

and your fucked up rhyming shit

i want some reality and I'm not talking TV

or Anna Nic or Posh Spice

i am talking real shit

about civil war

US soldiers

getting killed and maimed

for higher oil profits and a US friendly Arab state

Weapons of Mass Destruction = War On Terror

NO Weapons of Mass Destruction = War On Terror

say what?

all the while the press diverts your attention with Extra and ET

MTV BET CMT anything with asses and bling

how about some really hot shit like genocide in Africa

Rwanda Darfur

humans killing humans

but you don't know because your world is so small and

only includes Vegas LA and Miami

so you need something a little bit closer to home or

homeless

something right in front of your eyes

yea that's it

how about that guy

that you ignored while you walk on by

with that wad of cash that you got in your pocket

only to feed the corrupted backward ass corporate Starbucks

how does that mocha taste now?

flavored with the blood of nations upon nations

the blood of natives and slaves

the sweat and tears

of immigrants and stowaways

political refugees

order up that oppression and discrimination

over sexual orientation

and color

oh yea add whip

on the shit ...

But you can't taste it because you don't see it

so you don't know it

so it's not there

and that is just exactly what they want

open your eyes ... think ... express ...

untitled

i got into my car today and it smelled

like your

perfume and cigarettes

and i thought about your laugh

and how i got

lost in your eyes

and i thought

how we don't walk

we stroll

like we are in another time

and i feel lucky

on pier 7

feeling like i won a

cool million

and i think back

and smile

because little things

i see

remind me of

you

extra drink tickets

stolen lighters

champagne glasses

big hand bags

DPT metermaids