Other Non-fiction

the truly romantic &
the truly caring
do not come forth to announce themselves
when capitalist commercial society deems it so,
no, they do not fold when the extreme pressure

the first move made was the worst move
played---making like the sky had parted &
somebody was watching over, somebody
was lighting a candle for the struggle, as if

the bartender gets more patients
than any shrink could ever dream of &
the ability to stay with them through bouts of
loneliness, guilt, extreme sadnesses & self-destruction,

Preface:

Look at all the lonely people tonight
Who run in circles ‘round their heads –
Unknowing and with stifled dreams
Strangled by the words of the powerful
Who bury their backs in soft beds

after placing the divider stick
between the groceries making their way on the conveyor
towards the cashier &
his own,
he begins to unload his foodstuffs onto the belt

had her parents forced her into it like so many do,
then she might still be a virtuoso, that is true,
however,
to see a kid make for themselves a hobby into a skill,
just
because
they

upon finding him
she thought that she’d stumbled onto some sort of
greatness,
of which she’d never encountered on her own,
during the passage of time in her whole life---

Tammy and I met at Starbucks on Levi Street one Sunday afternoon. When I accidentally bumped into her and I spilled my coffee on myself.

and so it was that after a good run of
great sex & many lovers,
s/he came across a period of time unlike
any of her/his friends could come close to comparing,
a time of
frustrating

got a new idea
(patent pending)---
you know
that feeling when you just get out
of a job you hate &
the world feels anew
for a few wondrous hours
(no matter how tired you were beforehand)?

believe it or not
a constant tune being whistled
can irritate even the most focused authority figure
at any job &
it can bring a smidgeon of satisfaction to the worker

s/he who will get locked away,
fried in the chair, lethally injected,
gassed, hung or shot by a firing squad,
resides right in your home town,
right in your neighborhood,

the mechanical kiss comes without “love”
without any sense of “love”
without any place for “love”
without any want of affection in the manner of
“making love”

little style nazi’s gotta problem with the way
you write? little style nazi’s gotta problem with
your flow? little fascist critic wants everything to

ode to be the bigger person
to see the stupidity in another’s ways &
to decide on the route of complete indifference
before giving them the satisfaction

who would have though that a man
spawned from the factory of silver spoons &
joseph smith’s silver plates
would ever out-spend another candidate?

first,

the british empire couldn’t do it
the soviet union couldn’t do it &
now the great big policeman of the world
is ready to finally
retreat with their tail wagging between their legs

'Started life intending to be a Bach Cantata, rangey transpositions and all, but ended up as something more in the vein of a Kreutzer Sonata', opined Professor Fruitsteer.

& when you finally die,
they will not let you rest---
for to finally get to enter every orifice
of your once secret world
is something that vultures dream of
late at night,