Phaser

[Draft 1}

There are many versions of the future,
when you close your eyes.

[ido a call back open your eyes' something like you have to close your eyes when you think of hte future and think about stickig when your eyes as a motif thenn end it with a open your fuking eyes to the truth moment  or like because when I open my eyes i see this horrible shit] 

Those kids on the news
telling the world
they demand
a better version of it.

God bless them

The future is unwritten,

until you make it permanent like ink into skin

[Action not words 

they have thier phrases 

like liberty and freedom

just not for you 

liberty and freedom 

thiers never you]

what happens, is in the hands of those who hold the future,
hold tight-

choke the shit out those in your way.

the will claim its just a phase
that
you will out grow justice-

to own a car,
to own a big screen
to own a debt at a reasonable interest percentage rate


The future they envision
even in Utopia
even when the Russians,
the Africans Americans
the Javanese,
the Vulcan,

and fuckin' Scotty beamin every ones ass up-

there are still carrying guns-

They still envision a world

that needs guns

still have guns with the choice to kill
or set your phasers to stun....

the choice to kill
the willingness' to kill

the will claim its just a phase
that
you will out grow justice-

Hold together

Hold Strong

Hold that fist in the air

Then swing it like comet racing down from the heavens!

Like the comet 

these dinosaur fucks 

will never see you coming 

impossible to ignore

(B- Side)


Dolores wears a wedding dress of see through ivory lace and chiffon,
tall white laced boots, as her groom arrives by horse.

Aileen buys a Cranberries cd at the Northridge Mall, while on our
class field trip. She unwraps it on the bus. I am in love with her friend.

Boy George ruins Linger for me
with a juvenile remark in a magazine.
Fuck him.

Rogin blast enemies on the arcade screen, singing "and your
tanks and bombs and your guns" in the doughnut shop.

And eternally, Elton will be unable to find his CD, raises his hand and
asks to go to the quad before somebody snags it.
As if.

There are

(Short Poem Series)


There are really only three

things a true writer needs-

1) a pen
(preferably, a good one)

2) paper
(so you don't forget what you wanted to say)

3) something to write about-

(?)

Two out of three ain't bad

In the dark

(Short poem series)

In the dark,

she shed some clothes-

And with 

it 

sheds light 

on the

last mystery.

Arggg

what is that sound you are makin?

should we be concerned?

is there someone we should call?

beyond our 

control

a technical difficulty

glitchy 

buggy

It sounded like

It reminds me of

Well now

get better soon

but really 

you should get that 

checked out

what was that?

come again

once more with feeling now...

"Arggggg"

Mr. KnowItAll

I've made it my business,

to know.

To know architecture,

books, movies and music.

To know art,

politics, technology and history

To know how to speak to the
 intellectual and the vapid.

I've made it my business to be

a real know it all.

So, when anyone asks,

"Why do you know so much?"

I tell 'em simply.

"When you're beautiful and rich,

you don't need to know anything."

This Also And

This,

Also,

And-

All absorb

Time.

Give Nothing.

Attach

This Nothing

Also Nothing

And Nothing.

Yes Sir, No Sir

I have a problem with authority.

I see my fathers face in:

Principals,

Police,

Popes, Priests and Nuns,

n'

Parking attendants-

My father would 

beat me 

mercilessly.

No Sir,

Yes Sir-

Telling

What to do-

How to do it

and

How I was fucking it up-

I have a problem with authority. 

Yes sir.

I have a problem with:

Control 

Power

Abuse

Yes Sir, No sir.

And now it is my turn

to tell others 

what to do,

how to it

and 

how they are  fuckin it up.

I do not see my fathers face in them-

No sir.

I see my 

face as a child.

 And with 

Kindness

Compassion

and

Patience

remind them 

its okay to make mistakes

its how we learn

its how we grow

I have become the father 

I never had, to children who not mine-

so that they do not grow to

resent in anger.

No sir ree bob.