a trin· ket, a knick - knack, a bauble

(I)/admit/E(E) (a play upon i.e. - id est)

Do you know the fl(ee)ting f(ee)ling?
(The f[L]ee-ling)?

Where frozen poles meet in Guatemala or somewhere on the -E-quator;
Sweatshops pull on blizzards l(i)k[e] ponchos;
and beads of sweat hang low like salty (i)cicl[e] beards from the gritty chins
of swollen, starving ch(i)ldr[e]n.
An IconomEc (economic) staple. Office suppl(i.e.)s in a refr(i)g[e]rator.
I.E. – (are easi.e.ly confused… and spelling isn’t a strong suite… sute… suit)

The paper shufflers stop their shuffling,
more keen to paper sh(i)v[e]ring
and the world spins like a top
balanced wildly on a single miracle.
(th(ie)ving th(ie)ves)
Make the connection… i.e. - a r[e]c[e]ssion.
Milagro! Milagro!


The fL[ee]ling in that moment
You real(i)z[e]d
in fourth grade sc(ie)nce class
That your right lobe controls the LEFT s(i)d[e] of your body …. (and v(i)ce-v[e]rsa)
And, for a moment, you thought your skull had d[e]v[e]loped bodily organs
and had a “mind of its own.”

You wondered if a man with only half a brain would swim in c(i)rcl[e]s.
Ignorant of his cognition.
Callous toward his condition. [and I bet his left hand is smooth as silk]

There are hours in l(i)f[e],
if but minutes
when you are resolved to not be made a “for example” of.

Gregor Mendel, meet Lazar Wolf.

I am a single electron
crackling in your cerebellum
Bouncing on the moon
Under your parents’ bed
As a pixel in a workout video
I am between here and there.
Never knowing where I’m going. (or at)
Back, Forth, Near, Far, Hot, Cold.

All in.          Milliseconds.
                     T-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-tick.

Bouncing like a miracle on concrete

Like a bag of marbles with a hole in the side
As a child runs away with frightened eyes
I am tumbling in the marbles as the lion goes cross-eyed in the ringmaster’s glare…

Pushing rollerskates down stairs while teaching “friends” to ride them.

I remember:    

     -Eating rocks on the playground for a nickel a piece…
     -and beating up children with my words and beliefs…

     -Realizing that nickels are only worth five cents…
       that I’m not as smart as I’m told I am and I’m definitely not as smart as I think

Begin-again… again

I’ve decided to start Tumblr-ing again… 

I am going to start posting random junk that I type. 

It’ll probably be weird and not very great. (so much for promising quality)

Basically, it’ll be a lot like me :D …

…except less great.

Take One… Go

____________________
 
The (aye)’s (have) it:
 
nothing to say.
            well… write.
            (or write well)
 
But speaking is a non-issue.
Ethereal, Perennial, surreal(eal)

A supreme issuance of fact.
A bulimic dog on the attack.
            harmless, bleeding, toothless and overall un-mean…
            black-gummed, foreign letters blind the only eyes to feed.

 
Through fiction and friction and each vice between
A cripple bursts forth from a criminal seed
to lie weightless in airplane hangers
A tinfoil origami tree
 
 
 
Mangled and Mongoloid angled.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
“just give it time and something will come of it.”

Ya, I use posterous…