July 2009

Internal Combustibility

Internal Combustibility

No one believed
that I
could play a mean piano.

This, however, was the truth
and I'd often sit by myself in a practice room,
pouring out my heart with Chopin—the only damned
son
who'd understand.
It was the piano, you see.
That taught me pain, or at least what pain could be
and how damned awful
it could hurt to express it.
To comfort your soul
to love life
to have fullness and exist
with pain to bring about true living.
That was what I learned,
in that lonely room--

Asi Asi

Asi Asi

She was a doozy,
Blonde hair, C cups
Leather skirts and loose knit sweaters that
showed us
black bra and compressed tits
She spoke fluent Spanish
and taught us nothing but pure
lust for those tits and whatever
lay underneath that leather skirt.

Que es sex senorita?
Donde esta caliente pussy, por favor?

Nah, not that at all.

But como se dice Sex Devil.

So the sex devil sat us down
One day, semi-circle, her in the middle
And told us about herself,
All the sex,
the orgasms,
the screaming throes of ecstasy
.

One sonuvabitch cold day in August

One sonuvabitch cold day in August.

It was about the day
after when,
(my grandpa having just died)
I was going to school, and had to
notify the teachers
and principal
why I was going to miss the next
couple of days of school.

Through those suspicious looks,
why that Leif kid is always up to
something.

But not this time.

And the kids, looking at me with
disdain, not for any
other reason, outside of sheer
hatred.
Asked me why…why
I couldn’t have died instead.
and I really didn’t have an answer,
or reason,
or any desire to fight back.

The system works sort of like this

The system works sort of like this:

The windows must be open. Preferably,
anything that will allow
a cross
ventilation.

Then the fan (a huge motherfucker) gets
turned on. It sits
in the ceiling and just blows.
However, the dial is tricky (yes it is on
a dial)
and unless it is turned slowly enough then
it just doesn't work and
makes a
buzzing
sound.)

That isn't my problem.

So once the fan is turned on...we move
along
in our story
...

The breeze gets sucked in through
a sophisticated system
the fan—pushing upwards