Long Suburbia Poems

Inevitable death defines afterlife - deux

Flinty stones figuratively rolling inside
whooping out that primal 
binaural beat of your drum
ma mind haphazardly 
ricocheting axon to neuron
inducing inxs of chaos 
wreaking entropy beheld 
by beauty and the beast
enveloping...

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The Limerick, Pennsylvania Nuclear power plant siren wailed

yesterday at 1400 hours December the fourth
and probably broadcast further
east, west, south and north.

That shrill ear-piercing
emitted sound quite painful
despite measurable diminution
regarding my audiological ability,
which loss of hearing
linkedin to...

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You probably don't think much of me
save for the season of spring
when your lawn litters itself
with giant over-buttered popcorn

(birds that think they can sing,
supersonic sneezes?
those kinds of things)

And yet here I am,
standing out like a...

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A fleeting moment I possess
I tend to obsess
condense my sight to the obvious sightings
I'm beyond inferior to proposals and promise of wedding bells
unable to compete with the reigning smiles
and the incoming wave of tiny giants
opening...

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My occupation is supplying individuals with the substance of their worst desire
Most dealers driving force is the desire to increase their wealth, monetary gain
My driving force the result of my own treacherous case of Heroin...

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We were taking our nightly walk in suburbia.
Every evening after dark, the same routine-
 
Well, that night we were in for a surprise
Every light in the neighborhood went out!
Right then, I slipped off of the...

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how many times have i pretended to have plans?
had to design an excuse to get out of the house.
when i say i'm with friends
i really mean i'm with buds,
and im smoking enough for an army.
...

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I

I am disinfected, sanitised from touch and eyes
Do not hold me. I am Bakelite and you smolder
Sat solid, the wall cold against my spine. A back-rest 
To concrete electrocution. 
I am distilled from Suburbia and...

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Simon – the protagonist.
18 – year old kid who just graduated from high school.
Lives in middle class suburbia, no designated town, and an every-town sort of feel. 
Lives with his mother, his older brother. (Father...

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terrible two
is a ninja turtle
she spins her 
little play broom 
like a fighting stick 
and charges 

grandpa shark
faints and dodges
she reels back
gives him a whack
and he cries like a villain
terrible two
triumphantly giggles

terrible two
won't eat anything
he...

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The Messiah you see painted on the ceilings of your churches and on the floors of the convenience stores on the corner are me--I know that you’ve wished for a better savior in the past...

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Plenty of room in « Le Foot »* for Soccer
     For Doug Vinson at PoetrySoup.com
                ...

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By day, Turtle is ornamental
he sits outside of a Chinese restaurant
by the side of an ornamental pond 
that has always been empty of fish.

The traffic creates a dusty coat on his
stone shell, yet his eyes...

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Suburban resident pretense, a bleak uniformity.
I grew up among the repetitious homes,
isolated alienated, I wandered the conformity,
the endless square yards, the dull feckless syndrome.

Repugnant yet intriguing, a redundant singularity,
fabrications of fortified, fraudulent self-deception,  
blocks...

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Shyloch, Shyloch Ye of crippled writers block Howl !
Hipster!  
Survivor of sanatoriums drug riddled needled dreams and cancer lobotomy fantasies!
Drowned out by the apathy of X-Factor modernity!
Shyloch whose machinery sprite faster through chemical brewing!
And...

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Transaurius

Divined from a thousand novellas
On the cusp of hallucination
Somewhere between the monastery and the circus.........

Devoid of any specious goodness
Deficient in any and all pragma
Having escaped from several weddings
One if by name, two if by shame

Resonant...

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The escape commenced.
The endless drive from middleclass suburbia
ala Levittown; across hill and dale,
packed in a 1947 black beauty
of a Lincoln Continental; to the land of Peyton Place 
and Steven King; Maine.

Lemon up and tangerine down,...

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What do you see when you look at his face
Weather beaten & etched by hard work’s steady pace?
You see a broken down drunken old fool
I see a vaquero, a cowboy old school
These cattle, those horses,...

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They don’t understand our situation
They say they do behind their t.vs. and CNN
Half hearted donations
Safe behind locked doors and minivans
Saying “Just go to school, just get a job”
“work hard and you’ll get your due”
“This I...

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(The Traveler) known far and wide as the “Cowboy” had become quite (Disenchanted) after 
reading Rhonda’s (Communiqué!) He felt as though the (Weight of the World) was unfairly 
placed on his shoulders. He was outraged!...

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Justice...ha, Spartacus said it best; there is no Justice, not in this world
What sense of Justice is there when concrete jungles become habitats
while citizens become jackals who hunt in packs
becoming an alpha set when smelling...

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Why take a stand?

Everyday she's tortured in silence
Isn't it funny how we ignore the violence?
A comment, a touch, an inappropriate stare
What difference does it make? Why should we care?
They say the eyes are the window...

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Feeling the desolation, of smothering air
Hemmed in by crowds; the obliqueness of fear
Throng of the city and no sight of the sun
Incessant noise and the desire to just run.
And I drive.

Arterial routes clogged by metal...

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My Bench

When I was a teenager I use to make the short trek from my house
down the street and through a bank of trees
out to a open field that rolled upwards and lazily crested 
then...

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Symbiosis 

Sitting on that rock 
Like a suburban mermaid, 
You look like a lost girl 
With a long sad story to tell.
So honey, why don’t we 
Mosey on over to Wide-track Town,
Where the freeways meet...

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