NineMenOnRocks

Maybe you should do the writing if you want a change now. I'm sure you're busy though- discouraged- watching bombs drop down on Gaza all night while I do fake nails and watch my telenovellas in my disconnected dorm room. I haven't watched the news in over six months now. The closest I have come is watching day old CNN reports on YouTube and refreshing the presidential tally page until I was sure Obama won. Somehow my words aren't cutting it at this point- Not cutting anything. Not sharp enough for razors- not sharp enough to slice meat, no weight to slice cheese or even butter for that matter. They're as dull as my hazed out mind, slowly forg

silence on the couch everybody looking at me upstairs everybody looking at me upstairs looking at me upstairs so I close the door and I don't open my eyes to see who's still looking everybody looking at me upstairs trying to find somewhere to crawl inside Or some animal to set free

Write me a poem that will change the world It doesn't have to be complicated or obscure It doesn't have to invent a new disease for which only you have found the cure It doesn't have to be anything to rival The Iliad or The Bible It doesn't have to be anything like that. Write me a poem that will change the world a ripple in the water or a bomb that strikes out cities Maybe it will be both But write me something that will make my mind unfold New again like a seedling of Mother Earth in all of her perpetual glory! With Father Time standing by winding and rewinding my mind and my Father farther than the sky clasping it all i

Tell me Gandhi have you seen Medusa Have you been as scared as me Did your hair tumble down to twist like snakes When you were young and kept your turban O what did you hide O how did it ache O the public truth did it lessen your shame O Gandhi O Ram Looking upward again I find all my ideas and opinions Dusting away like a cloud

To the Man Rehearsing Piano in Lecture Theatre CL 110: I stood outside the door, unsure if I should leave or make my presence known A steady flow of post-modern cinematic beauty emanated from the empty room where I peered my way in to glimpse the back of your head. A fumble, a stop, a heavy sigh an abrupt change of piece I stood clutching my Barq's, poised to speed walk away Nonchalant If you were to turn and exit A few shifts of your bench and I jumped to flee But sat back down with your continuous unfurl of melody. A polychromatic line of notes clutched deeply at my aching throat and I turned to go. I placed mysel

That picture is like someone died A picture I'm not in A picture I'm not in A beautiful girl- but sad, and the hard things you didn't want me to say I didn't I didn't and now they are the awkward things that you don't want to hear Fluorescent Jesus on my nightstand I stroke his hair and take his hand And I ask for forgiveness but there's nothing to give And He asks for my life with no reason to live You were acting selfless acting Some people just aren't selfless Deeeeeaar Did you call me dear or honey ever Dripping down like sickly spears I don't recall Deeeeeear If you need to hit my face hit my face don't put acid i

sometimes I think my poetry is more like writing me from the back of my mind a shining light comes like a strange mercy the words you'd drink up like a lapping sea But maybe this is all reverse your words that haunt me like a curse And I find in this proverbial fantasy the float bobbing gently boat bow down I'm the fish flapping frantic choking on your silver line

I understand now what you mean by crunching bones beneath your feet Like how you pet the cow but eat the meat It's all a bloody massacre down here, don't you see Turn your head up, up Turn the other cheek, then show me your chin- All of the weak when they fall to their knees they need a god and not a mortal man Certainly your hands can't do any good If they can't walk leave 'em to die or find some other crutch Cause twist your head back and it's a battlefield Darling I used to be like you running away and I'd say Fuck it Can't save everyone I was careful even but hey Something strikes the side and I go down And I, I lie, I

Thank you for the lovely i guess and thank you for anything: The summer wind was just a passerby. My drumming friend a needle in the eye. Fisheye, fisheye, hook! All the pictures I took of you, look! When you are ready to come out of your lion cave all steamed up and smelling of carnage and lust and carnage rotten meat meat meat- Come up to meet me.  Oh yes show me all the treasures you have in your den but until you know that I'm not one of them. Until then-  I'm pounding your skull on the rocks, I'm pounding my palms to my ears, my fists to the ground. My life is stretched and ripped and torn over my eyes, blocking the sky- climbing forev

I wrote a song about Gandhi I wrote a song about rage I dared sing them on the same breath If you see that fire Burning bright in my eyes Eerie glow on my face     let it pass Singing the praises of forgiveness without Being so sure you were understood Swallow my pride like a following tide Let the flames ebb back up on the sand O let me say what I need: I do not believe You would have kept honor I do not believe You would have kept my trust I am guilty I do not trust The mind of lust I do not trust My cycling thoughts Or the truth I held over you like a knife Let stones lay where they fell When you we