Monthly Archives: July 2013

epiphany in Al Barsha

Imagewhen i saw a long line of grain of sand
on the street gently blown by the wind
and saw it
                    as lines of snow white cocaine,

i knew then that i’m missing my home.

people just don’t notice
how messed up someone can be;
we mind our own business.

sentimentality always comes uninvited.
i figured that out by now.

— i walked my way to the house
whistling to can’t find my way home.



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touch of splendor

watching the
harvey pekar
biopic with the
wife, she asks
me if maybe she’s
depressed and
that is why she
tend to sleep
most of the time —
and i said yes.

there and then,
i related on almost
every fucking
husband and wife
scene on the movie :
the pet cat staying
with pekar on the
bathroom while
he’s in pain, and
his wife demanding

some space in the
house, messin with
his record collection
and wanting to do
something with her
own life and profiling
all the friends his
husband hang around
with, and pekar gettin
all screwed up from

missing the wife,
and i wonder if they
had a lot of sex or
had good sex and
i pray that i won’t
get cancer and i wish
the wife was that
creative and i hope
these poems get to
see the light of day.


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break even

the english
woman on the
train stared
at me like i
was nothing.

she must’ve
thought i was
checking her
legs when i
looked at her.

both of us
covered with
dark tinted
yet i can feel

her suspicions
from where
she sits ; she’s
probably saying
” you’ll never

get a piece of
of this shithead. ”
well, she’ll never
know this poem
about her either.


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he wantedImage

to be captured ;

it made sense

to him that way.

the electric chair

was never a question,

god be damned —

it was a relief.

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help yourself

remember to breathe

and keep breathing ;

otherwise, expect rain.


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there’s a thin …

there’s a thin line between sanity and madness…so thin that the ones who’d lost their marbles never knew how and when it happened.

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July 24, 2013 · 5:59 pm

humor to save yer life

bring me the head

of david dixon and i’ll

show you what i mean.Image

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