The Death of Optimus Prime

there are fewer 

treachery’s 

more-

heinous 

underhanded

cold blooded-

than 

making a  Transformers 

movie in the 80's,

just 

to kill off Optimus Prime.

Optimus Prime-

hero

leader

father figure.

there is 

no  greater Deception-

 than-

making a  Transformer movie

and have children witness 

his -

Slaying

Assassination 

Murder

Business Men

Old Men

Con Men  

murdered him

to sell a shiny new red hot rod toy-

Con Men

insulting 

my child heart and mind.

We were more 

than meets the eye.

The hubris  

to believe you could 

kill off 

my friend-

to make me automatically complicit 

and not mourn,

as he 

transformed 

into a 

robot angel. 

transformed and rolled out 

to robot heaven-

as he returned to the Energon.

the audacity

to try to make a quick buck-

by killing

my friend

your friend 

Our friend.

their

greed 

transformed these 

men to monsters-

children to cynics-

trust to deception .

a deception perpetrated, no, not by men

not by con men,

but

by  monsters

in disguise. 

the voice of a hero 

never to speak again the words- 

"Autobots 

transform and roll out!"

just 

the tears of  those children 

still rolling out 

more than

40 years later.

and if you try

to remind 

us he was 

resurrected

brought back

from

the 

dead!

or

tell me he is risen.

Ask not to be forgiven

for this 

Transgression

Transaction

Transmission 

This trespass against us-

I will punch you in the face 

As we

 the witnesses 

to the murder of 

Optimus Prime-

wage a battle to destroy 

the evil forces 

of 

Deception

Deceit

Dishonesty

and

as

one

we  scream 

out

“Cobra!”

Je Suis Artiste

 there is nothing 

like the shame 

of saying 

you make art

the look in the eyes 

of others 

as their eyes fill with

pity

lips smirk

head nods

to announce it 

is pretentious 

how dare you !

[call that shit you make art

if that’s the case 

i make art in 

my bathroom everyday]

[ my 5 year old draws 

every day 

there an artist too

or that elephant 

that paints 

I press play and listen 

nina simone sing 

i loved you 

porgy- 

I stare at an image of 

my favorite painting 

i read 

proust until

i get sleepy 

i think of the muses 

who press there breast 

against me 

the n inspire 

a dozen 

other artist 

that are not me- 

i think of 

my favorite painting

comedian 

and laugh to myself. 

show us dem… 

and i laugh 

they say AI 

is the next 

revolution 

in art. 

ai there gonna teach it to 

fall in love

so it can 

make art

feel pain

then 

launch 

all the nules 

in heart ache 

[ le pace de restorative 

coup de miatre 

I’m Picky

 draft 1 hospital room 

“ while I’m driving off laughing,

 this what I’ll say”- NWA

Look, 

don’t take it personally… 

I just have ridiculously high 

standards. 

And you , like so 

many other sad sacks

are gonna waste your 

precious 

time. 

and life’s so short. 

Your not 

the first to think well you had a shot…

but me, i’m bulletproof. 

i guess i’m just picky.

and you’re ass 

ain’t even gonna get 

picked last

just picked on-

i have to tolerate 

you out of respect 

for the people 

i actually respect-

but 

don’t expect this aspect

to change

your are beneath me like a bug 

under my shoe to inspect- 

Sherlock to Moriarty 

Batman to Joker

Blur to Oasis 

i’m on whole nother level

in different dimension 

practicing alchemy 

you’re picking your nose

and walking around 

with untied laces

saying let alone writing 

chelsey shit

I chose my rivals very carefully,

i have to respect my-

nemesis 

rival

adversary 

and i don’t 

respect you. 

I think your 

beneath me-

like the floor

like most poets

like basics being so basic it hurts 

(not to laugh)

arrogant 

arrogant 

intolerant 

no, i am my harshest critic 

my greatest enemy 

my opponent 

so many night spent 

self reflecting on my own

insignificance 

hubris 

ego-

you like so many before 

needed my attention 

but 

i got a deficit 

a disorder 

In this corner wearing black and yellow trunks 

hailing from the Sunny San Fernando Valley

The Rude Boy, The Poet of Pain, Throat  Slittin’ Singer, The dancer with two left feet,  The laundry mat comedian,

the daredevil of sleep

The Loser of Love,  The Heavy wait champion of  Cool King of Corny…. Thee Nefarious X! 

and In this corner….his challenger! 

…….., it 

definitely ain’t you.- 

chump. 

hot gossip

 draft 1prenise fix  check tone later 

i sometimes consider 

that to 

write 

to create 

anything worth a damn-

i bear my soul in 

words

in order to connect 

with any other 

human 

lost alone 

looking to 

understand 

 to feel 

to see 

i do not take myself seriously 

is often true 

the mask life gives us is as absurd 

i do not take my writing seriously  

 is a lie

i do not pretend that the mask you wear

hides the same devine

because 

but i do not speak for you

my 

flaws 

wounds

empathy 

things my judges my stalker my people i rub the way can not see in their own lives. the mirror is black so that is all they see with closed eyes

to some these word  are just 

gossip

cheap thrill

product

like a sad zebra errect at a zoo

like a mother of 2 grinding stranger to feed them and a habit

like the descendant of enslaved people rubber balls around a large rectangle for money

that’s entertainment

like  last night 

as i’m 

standing in front of the ambulance 

the mosey neighbor 

comes 

over

our family pain 

gossip

for 

entertainment 

the red bright lights 

blind me as i stand 

wondering 

if 

he will live. 

but i turn and say

politely-

holding back 

the urge to scream

and damn them to Hell

and 

spit 

hurl shit 

as i bear teeth -

instead calmly say

“Now is not a good time”

Chow Yun Fat Forever

Lee Marvin

Robert Mitchum

Chow Yun Fat 

Lee Van Cleef

Carey Grant 

Chow Yun Fat

Charlie Bronson

Humphrey Bogart

Chow Yun Fat 

Menacing 

Charismatic 

Dangerous 

It is written in the stars

Chow Yun Fat 

Action Star

Star Crossed Lover

Movie Star

Chow Yun Fat 

 forever. 

Mother fucker is

Hard Boiled

 A cold blooded

Killer

and always looking for

A Better Tomorrow 

1… 2…. 3…,

Steady as She Goes Captain

 Some teenagers

had the cart on 

them, don’t ask me why? 

We take the cart off them-

Then, 

without the slightest whisper

 of a double dog dare...

of their own free will,

of sound mind and judgement,

holding these truths to be self evident.

One gets in the cart

And the other gets ready to push.

Gentlewomen start your engines!

3..2…1...

Ready, Steady...

Go!

Then with a Huff and a Puff

Blast off! 

Missing little old ladies and children 

By a hair…

Of my chinny chin chin. 

Commotion 

Hijinx

Mischief -

Gangway!

like rodeo 

like Go karts 

like Roller Derby 

Juvenile, yes juvenile 

Because, 

Whose afraid 

Of Death 

when your this alive.

“Whose afraid of the 

Big Bad Wolf!?”

The Bowen bird

 I saw this 

in a documentary that I watched with my father-

It was a Bowen

Bird, stealing 

from another 

eligible 

Bowen

Bird 

Bachelor.

There goes Our potential paramour,

Gathering regalia and puffery 

for his 

Love nest. 

He spots a rival’s treasured 

plush red heart just laying 

there on the floor.

Perhaps left there by 

a previous bachelorette’s-

Rejection 

Reluctance 

Resolve

Perhaps…

Regardless,

there it lay-

A small lush plush

Red 

Heart

ripe for the plucking.

Look there- 

Look it’s your water bottle cap that fell  on the ground 

Look it’s a perfect shard of broken beer bottle glass

Look it’s a Surprise…

Our Bowen Bird Bachelor places his fresh plundered 

loot, lovingly amongst the rest of his 

Love Nest’s 

spoils.

Open heart

Open arms

Open for business.

A bird approaches, 

Our bachelor prepares his performance-

his heart about to burst open, 

an

Invitation…

Then 

Hesitation 

Apprehension 

Respiration-

But-

It’s not what it seems-

A young male bird whose 

Plumes

were worn

like Shakespearean 

drag-

Too young to show his 

Male

gender reveal party feathers… 

Runs off

With 

A stolen heart

And leaves a broken one behind.

Just for Laughs

 In the continent of Africa

In the country of Ethiopia 

In the ancient city of Harar.

There are men 

who feed

raw meet 

to 

wild  hyenas 

Hyenas-

Killers 

of 

livestock

and 

small children.

The Hyenas walk civilly through the

streets 

answering 

the call 

of 

The Hyena Men. 

Men,  who like 

their 

Fathers before them

fed 

Wild hyenas

Raw meat.

They wait 

Bare hands 

holding raw meat -

as a wild beast,

killer of small children 

and 

skilled at turning  livestock into dead stock,

eats from their hand slowly 

like an invited guest.

This is the bargain 

The deal struck-

To keep the streets

Free of

Spirits.

Hyenas-

Protecting the streets

from

the spirits of the dead.

Some say its to keep the livestock safe,

never the less a deals a deal. 

Oh the irony-

In the streets a spirit encounters a hyena, 

an exchange ensues.

In the voice of the spirit resentment,

as it utters "Haven't we met?".

In the eye of the wild beast

the words:

“Well, this is awkward …”

appear.

And then the streets fill

with the sound

of the last laugh.