notion o.

come on
tell me
what it’d
be like
to be
able
to pretend
that it’s
ok
w/out
feeling dirty
on the
inside
about
it all
w/ our backs
up against
the wall.
come on
sell me
down the
river,
where i can
meet my
maker.

2005.

 

 

 

notion p.

there’s no pill or answer
that will get offered.
just in case,
that’s what you were
looking for.

2005.

 

 

 

notion q.

this democracy hasn’t
worked for the many.
the majority
and there lies the irony
of the few
in possession of
control
over you and me
and the whole world…

2005.

notion l.

welcome
morning
lover.

will you still
be here
when night comes near?

welcome
morning
lover.

and i don’t want you to go,
but don’t know how to say,
“please stay
in my arms forever,
melt away like sins of youth
till our love becomes like truth.”

2005.

 

 

 

 

notion m.

become like truth,
like two children
scheming at the kissing booth.

2005.

 

 

 

 

notion n.

i only ever wanted to be
a single living entity, a human being,
but everyone kept saying, i had to choose something-
schemas developed by their psyche.
so i chose, now, i’m feeling lonely and ugly
like everything else, everyone else,
but myself,
but me, but me.
why can’t i just be me.

2005.

notion g.

we were once
memories
from an island
empty, alone.
across the skies,
your name is a
memory that lies.

we were once
a divine,
intertwined
feeling of coming
alive.

we were designed to
offset from the jumpstart
from which truth
derives.
belonging to chaos,
we turn ourselves
in, forgotten-
seeking redemption
to be forgiven
by the unseen
not spoken.

08.30.2004.

notion h.

cultivating silence
and the culture of isolation,
fragments of detachment-
fearful of involvement.

2004.

notion a.

this mr. president be angry.
someone please,
give him
some ecstasy.

05.2004.

 

notion b.

so that the effects of these
economics on hispanics and blacks
is not some concept that’s abstract,
but plain obvious.
just go check out some facts,
and ask
city tenements, ghetto projects.
prison cells are modern forms
of slavery and shackles.

but no one blames presidents
or their cabinets
for a nation of addicts
chasing american dreams,
blindly hustling schemes.
just to get by,
just to get by,
just to get by-
barely under the radar,
hoping not to be bombed
or found disposable.

06.06.2004.