The Death of Optimus Prime

 draft 1  needs hook and landing 

there are fewer 

treachery’s 

more :

heinous 

underhanded

cold blooded-

than 

making a  tranformers 

movie 

just 

to kill off optimus 

prime,

and have children witness 

his Murder. 

hero

leader

father figure

killed off for 

greed! 

murdered

to sell this new hot rod toy

insulting 

my child mind 

to believe you could 

kill off 

my friend 

and not mourn 

as he 

transformed 

into a 

robot angel. 

transformed and rolled out 

to robot heaven.

the audacity

to try to sell me a hot rod

by killing

my friend

your friend 

Our friend.

greed 

transforms men to monster

children to cynics

trust to deception 

greedy con men

deception a

con 

by not men but monsters.

transmission

transgress 

trespass against us 

the voice of a hero 

never to speak again the words- 

autobots 

transform and roll out 

and just 

the tears of children 

40 years later 

still not over it 

and if you try

to remind 

you he was 

resurrected

brought back

from

the 

dead 

tell me he is risen.

i will punch you in the face 

for the is what happens 

with your greed and 

deception 

monster in disguise, 

it 

transforms your 

optimism to pessimism 

as you 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 

Chow Yun Fat 

 forever. 

Mother fucker is

Hard Boiled

 A cold blooded

Killer

and always looking for

A Better Tomorrow 

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