Cold Storage Po 2.0
Recent work as promised I guess or as Leonard Cohen once put it
….new skin for an old ceremony….
Good Night for Smoking in Brooklyn
Just mind your own shadow
this Sunday night
where there is this picture
where they just no longer
Make no futile attempt to
grab a strangers hand
to watch her recoil in true disgust.
He saw the whole thing.
Expected as much or little
out of you.
So you just sit there
real quiet like there dad.
Mind your manners
Keep your mouth shut.
speak when spoken too
mind the unwanted eye contact
scribble in your notebook
polish off bottle after bottle of beer
And try not to think about her naked
playing the accordion.
Just let be resigned to leave it be
a good for smoking in Brooklyn
and melt in the abstract water colors
running in the streets
and let that chilly drizzle
substitute for other things.
Bloody Air Radio
Dreams come true
and nightmares too.
Can you hear that far away music ?
Was it ever really music at all ?
Singing past in all the senseless fury
the Terrible Now can echo such
into 20 little faces
sent to their rooms in eternity
without supper or Christmas
but all angels now as seven
collateral damage teachers
explain they have all graduated
from earth early.
Does grief stop at heaven ?
where all the tears are dried
and murdered children forget.
It was a nasty thing.
At the very least they all left so innocent
and had someone to hold their hands
gather them in their arms
and guide their path by star light
to the big rock Candy Mountain
Dreams do come true
and nightmares too.
Amtrak Mens Room
Depew 7:30 AM
Directly in front of the lowered little boy’s urinal
was what looked like what was left of a one piece
feety crimson PJs with some unknown cartoon
character discarded sprawled on the dirty sticky
tile stretched out like a crime scene chalk outline
of a very small victim with an empty plastic baby bottle
next to it.
In the stall directly adjacent next store was emulating
the unmistakable sound of someone defecating with
I gingerly stepped over it
and took a very quiet leak
not wishing to think about it all
while instinctively holding my breath.
About twenty minutes later I returned
and the scene remained pretty much intact
but the stall was now empty.
Some childhood memories are best forgotten.
The Lamb of God ended up in a Chop
(Thou shall not Park in the Handicapped Slot )
Blues for the 3rd Sunday in Advent
What is broken here now
inside cannot be fixed
Only time conspires
to take these sorry doors
ripped of their hinges
leaving open exposed
and perhaps gradually
cover with a numbing soft dust
till then what will remain
stillborn so very sharp
and only in the mercifully accumulating
distance now does that razor in recall recede.
Was silence ever designated for Virtue status
Who makes all this up after all ?
So Luke references
John the Baptist
who clearly stated he wasn’t the one
He baptized merely in water
and foretold the birth of one who
would have to work in blood.
Yea, verily this kind of talk
really annoyed some.
like Salome for instance
and made him pay for it with his head.
But…..only that one time.
New Year Shorts 2013
Calling it Quits
On the cold shores
Of that Winter afternoon
Near the tail end of the year
I’m calling it quits….
And remarked instantaneously
It is better to call it quits
Before quits calls you
I hold grudges…yes I do.
Ok I said
Better yet how ?
And then I never even bothered to ask…
Her Alabaster Blush
He would watch her turn pink
as she would think
and when she did speak
her alabaster skin spotted
a crimson blush that
from her top
to her bottom.
I just Found….
I just found Waldo
And I wasn’t even looking.
What’s the best way to get rid
Of that pesky tornado in your life you ask ?
O you didn’t ask…
Well I’m going to tell you anyway.
The next time that son a bitch comes around ?
Hold your ground
Stand right there in the middle of it.
Look it in the eye
Defiant and unapologetic
Counting on it getting rid of you.
And your problem.
Uneasy is the Head that wears the Crown
Just got the word
That Julius Caesar
Had parasitic worms in his head
What should have been
Seldom ever is
And fully realized
It never was.
Holiday Buzz Kill
Man….she had this special gift
For ruining Christmas
Like a string of lights
That burns out on the tree
Before you even
Think about the time
To have to take it down.
You on Ice
So I’m sitting out in the garage again
having another nervous breakdown
in black and white on a February Sunday
afternoon and it’s all pretty boring
and there is sound of dripping icicles
from the roof that having dagger like
razor teeth grinning at your emotional
illness and sweating drop after drop
of Crocodile tears that nobody is buying.
So I’m sitting out in the garage again
having the same nervous break down
using the snow banks outside the side door
as beer refrigerators. Each tall neck bottle
loaded in a snow cone slot like a 12 ounce
ordinance on ice.
So I’m stilling out in the garage again
trying to outrun another nervous breakdown
by retrieving and detonating the barley grenade
while the snow clings like white wire filings
of cotton to the neck on the bottle.
That’s the good thing about
having another nervous breakdown
while sitting out in the garage on
a black and white February Sunday afternoon.
No need to buy ice to keep the beer cold.
And you too.
You on Ice.
– Grief barks up the wrong tree 2012
Bride of CyberStein
Zeus was still pissed.
His punishment for Prometheus
while rather spectacularly gruesome
by any mortal standards
just wasn’t enough.
You would think sending an eagle
to eat daily a rejuvenated liver
of whom you felt had betrayed
your cosmic trust would have
been more satisfying.
Zeus was still pissed.
Perhaps Zeus might have given
the cold and hungry men of earth
the gift of fire someday,
in his own time when he thought
they were ready for it.
But percipient Prometheus
by stealing the fire from Zeus,
might as well have stolen his thunder too.
Zeus decided he had to take additional
vengeance further, not only on mankind
but on Epimetheus (that would be Prometheus’ not so bright brother)
Zeus ordered Hephaestus (God of Smiths) to create and forge
a very special woman out of earth and water.
He asked Aphrodite , the flawless beauty,
Goddess of love, passion and desire to consult on the project.
So this new female creation
is a real stunner, and after the four winds breathed life
into her, a walking knock-out was created with a special mission in mind.
To bring mischief and misery to the human race¼especially men.
Each of the Olympians contributed something to ensure she was irresistible.
Hermes, the messenger God gave her cunning/boldness. Demeter chipped in
touch in the gardens, Athena, manual dexterity to weave. Apollo, her voice and gift of music and Poseidon bestowed a pearl necklace and the promise she would never drown.
A rather marvelous list of qualities which he made certain were counterbalanced
with foolishness, mischievousness, idleness and one more very important special personality aspect, we’ll cover in just a little while.
And who was this perfect little time bomb of a dish created for ?
Epimetheus. (The not so bright brother of Prometheus)
Before sending her to earth as a bride for him,
Zeus gave her a little going away party and a wedding gift.
A very special Jar.
Adorned w/ wonderful images.
But she was warned to never
under any circumstances open it.
And then never told why not.
The God knew that she had been especially seeded with
a streak of curiosity to equal a million cats.
Now when Prometheus (whose name means fore-thought)
got a good look at this fetching creature, he was stunned and very suspicious
that Zeus (of all people) would send this gift bride to his not so bright brother
Epimetheus (whose name means after-thought) and warned him he had better watch his ass around this woman that the likes of which had never been seen on earth.
So I think you might all ready know the rest of the story.
Epimetheus took his new bride home.
They set up shop, she was the perfect wife, in every way.
They were so happy.
Only two problems.
First was that streak of itching curiosity that Hera had engrained in that poor woman.
Second was the Vase.
What was in the Goddamn Vase ?
She struggled. Put up a good fight.
She had promised not to open it.
She even buried it in the backyard.
But then one night
in a half dream
under the moon light
She put on her robe
went out in the yard
dug up the vase and
holding it in her hands.
took off the little golden key
from the chain she wore around her neck
fitted it into the lock
and opened the vase.
Not such a hot idea.
An evil smell instantly surrounded her.
And forth came out all of life’s really bad stuff.
Old age, sickness, insanity, pestilence, vice, envy,
greed, crime, death, theft, jealously, famine, war,
pain¼.the vileness just poured forth endlessly.
But one of the gods must have felt a little sorry
for this shit storm unleashed as a wedding gift
on a girl who just couldn’t help her nature.
Perhaps the last and perhaps littlest spirit
to escape from vase stuck hiding under the lid was….
Some say this woman was Pandora…
Others contend the wedding gift wasn’t a vase at all
But a box.
(and of course the famine revisionist of the modern times want us to believe
all this was a lie, the story all wrong, and all the good things in life
came out of the vase, the box, whatever, and men where responsible
for corrupting the god’s gift)
So we all know her as Pandora
and her box.
Or was that Cybertina..
Bride of CyberStein.
The Terrible Now 2009
Bored and cold in 1816, which was known as “The Year without a Summer”,
Percy & Mary Shelly were on chilly holiday with their good friend the poet Byron.
Remanded to the indoors, huddling around the fire, they challenged each other
to write the scariest ghost story to pass the time.
Mary Shelly composed based impart upon the Prometheus legend where inthe hero steals Zeus’s fire from the center of the Sun. Now this is a big deal.The acquisition of fire allowed for the development of weapons and tools.Elevated and separated the human from the animals and maybe just a step closer to the gods.
Well naturally Zeus gets pretty pissed. Punishes Prometheus by chaining him to a rock in the Caucasus. Every night he is visited by an eagle that ate his liver.
(which of course grew back every day)
Meanwhile Mary Shelly’s take on all this
turned out to be in the form of
a strange tale about science run amuck
with a mad doctor experimenting with
the re-animation of dead bodies
invested with life into a
flesh and body living, breathing fiend.
Sacred the living shit
out of everybody in
the movies as Boris Karloff
lurched across the screen
as a menacing nightmare fiend.
And now some 200 years later
all our advanced technology
has generated a contemporary edition.
Here comes CyberStein.
In the late 1920’s the first modern
economic re-adjustment occurred
with the crash of stock market
based upon wild financial speculation
that investors erected a mile house
deck of cards made of stock ticker tape
and when the inevitable happened
with a house of cards
at least they had a deck of cards
to pick up.
We have CyberStein.
And we aren’t leaving
so much as “nano” crumbs
to find our way back.
This time the collapse
will be complete.
back to the 19th century
or maybe the time of the “new” Greek Legends
All depending on…
And how far we fall…
So take your pick
Just what system
(we have stolen our fire to create):
Infer-structure de Jour:
So go ahead
you tell me about
science fiction or Greek mythology
and where CyberStein
will show up next
in a maybe not so “mini-ice-age”
to eat all our livers…
Which I guess will, presumably,
during the day.