The Electric Peanut

The Immortal Breath

2008-01-17T00:48:00.002-08:00

//1//
the immortal breath
a shiver of trees
to bend
and bow
then stand with ease
in grace return
to embrace the sun
gentle and strong
separate and one

//2//
the breeze is
God's awakening
breath of peace

Wake Up

2008-01-17T00:48:00.001-08:00

wake up!
the wind whispers
it screams as a hurricane
it tears as a tornado
a message washed up
by tidal wave on a wrecked beach
all over it transmits
in the only language it knows
the dialect is destruction
it speaks for us
from the depths
we are tired of this
it's time for something new
wake up and create!
from the wake of devastation
in the ruin of desolation
comes the breath of creation
do not fear the reaper
nor scorn the messenger
the storm is a letter
that few hear
whipping up gusts that twist our guts
violently it falls on deaf ears
our pain is a howl
wake up! it says
i am calling
answer yourselves

There Are Two Of Us

2008-01-17T00:46:00.001-08:00

there are two of us
voice and echo
but which is true
i do not know
my twin and i
sharing a single mind
a battle of wits
a silent verbal spar
endless repartee
unceasing contradiction torn
ripped apart in finer moments
sisters in paradox
seeking the same
but in battle opposed
rarely to look one another
square in the eye
which is the voice
and which the echo?
which the first
and which the scion?
there are two of us
i know not which am i

I Give Myself

2008-01-17T00:45:00.000-08:00

revel in my sorrows
so that i may behold the guts of the world
to spill them forth
diurnal death at the hand of a pen
sharpened like a metal nib
i give myself to the red tide
seeping sepia
this daedal paradox
akin to morning glory
i swell and bloom and bleed
then fade and furl
by sunset gone

We Who Cannot Love

2008-01-17T00:44:00.000-08:00

the corona of a tear
rips apart the pool
entranced by our nemesis
we who cannot love
our corpses bloom
leaving flowers on graves
the bell of daffodil echoes
it tolls silently for thee

Untitled

2008-01-17T00:41:00.000-08:00

and you see me
in your spectral gaze
fluid yet fixed in your snare
always graceful
even in downfall
for i am no dimension
but time
where you see
distorted
hollows filled
i am not me
but a construct
edited in type
whittled down
exalted there
so that you may catch a glimpse
fleeting
stranded in your butterfly net
and for that moment you possess me
to think of me as you wish
but i am elsewhere
you never really had me
but only what i let you see
which could be all lies
but at the very least
an artful illusion
polished rough from dull stone
smoothed off edges
i could not let you see me bare
so knowing this
read me as you dare

Untitled

2008-01-17T00:31:00.000-08:00

thank you Emily
i too dwell in possibility
my muse a will o' wisp
that ghostly fire of fools
flickering over twilight water
still like this mind
begging to be disturbed
as i am led astray

Untitled

2008-01-17T00:29:00.000-08:00

idling gracefully
with nimble step
and spirit free
much like a child with arms outstretched like butterfly wings
meandering by a bubbling stream
but i am no child
my stream is of traffic
stalled not by rocks
but jutting lights
glowing emerald, garnet, ruby
i am alight in my own fancy
wrapped in a peace
that could slip away so easily
as if yanked by unseen hands
my eyes dart sidewards
for no reason but to steal of the world
to suck it into my glory
four eyes return my gaze
my world pulls away from me
as edges rush in
a sly "Hello" breaks in
and my voice echoes back
a lie
not truly greeting but cool dismissal
"Nice glasses. They look good on you.
And Gucci too."
"Thank you"
my reply laced with condescension
for men who think they can win you on a street corner
men who don't really see you
i care not for you
pitiful gnats
yet i pity you not
foolish men
you don't know what i want
you care only for skin
curvature
rushing blood
hollow spaces waiting to be filled
you think one thing
and want only for it
should i deign to descend with kind regards
when you want to take from me
what is not yours
what i would not give you
walk on by through separation of time
not looking back
but paths, such tricky paths, they cross
goodbye at threshold of a train station bathroom
i wave as not to appear snobbish
though what would it matter among strangers
for you possess nothing but an image
of flesh over bone
goodbye indeed
goodbye childish liberty
goodbye freedom
the world has ways you can't escape

The Great Butcher

2007-04-16T20:18:00.000-07:00

Suffocating inside this boring drone,
Drowning,
Jaded.
The terror of disappearing
As one of them
Jolts me.
This fearful march,
No leader but the crowd.
I am watching myself dissolve.
An absence of self,
I bear the mark.
Stamped at birth,
Invisible brand,
Herded to the Great Butcher
Who stands unmerciless,
Cleaver bloodied by my blind brothers.
We dream of sweeter pastures
As we bide our time.
The gate stands open
But dumb and frightened
We pass by with
Nought
But a fleeting glance.

A Series of Haikus

2007-04-16T20:14:00.000-07:00

I am a tiger
Hidden in cloak of lambs wool
My roar is a bleat

Disturbance of time
Prods its absurd hot poker
Relativity

My own drummer beats
In places I dare not go
But I watch in hope -

I will chase him down
And march bravely beside him
We will not look back

Roadkill

2007-04-16T20:12:00.001-07:00

oh panic
frozen
i am the small rodent
caught in the headlights
of my ambition
roadkill
it will plough me over
if i do not hail it down

Here Is My Grave

2007-04-16T20:10:00.000-07:00

here is my grave
overgrown
inscription worn off
they shall not speak my name again
nor remember my deeds
i walked among them
dead before i was gone
my only legacy
in repose
forgotten

Untitled

2007-04-16T20:04:00.000-07:00

I don't even know where this came from. I just spat it out one day. And for the life of me I cannot think of a title that would do it justice, nor can I be bothered with capitals or punctuation.

those great monoliths
sprung up
hideous mirages
borne of a thirst we never knew we had
until we saw it
shimmering, beckoning
a haze of desirous glory
displaced livestock moan
as they are shipped off
and axed into the Golden Arches
they longed for home
and they return now
their legacy in a brown paper bag
downed and rotting
in stinking bovine acid
churned, excreted
jiggling in giggling bellies of chubby toddlers
grasping for plastic junk
that is worth more
than the hands that built it
... so they say
this temple of gleaming marble and fluorescence
inside you forget the day
time is irrelevant
that hole in your pockets
don't worry, you'll soon have a spare
nothing ages here
every soul leaves a piece of itself behind
but they are swept up overnight
added up
little posts by doors count them
while faceless suits and ties chuckle
rub their hands together
they salivate, teeth chomping
humanoid machines
every day is the Sabbath
come fill your empty soul
worn down
buy a new one
but always come back
cheated,
sold a dud
forget where you put it?
oh well, who really needs one?
it's not what you really came for
it's not how you get ahead
join the ranks as they march to the beat
of someone else's drum
beating out of time
but some rhythm is better than none
parks used to be our solace
now we waste away idly
oh, don't look so accused
it is the truth
i know. i am there too.
watching myself, watching you
Marx stands by, shaking his head
he sighs at his own ignorance
over a world that did not collapse
it needs no support but envy and the American dream
the escaped old man sits in his hut
but he is lonely on the fringe
divorced from the mechanical heart of his fallen comrades
hypodermic civilization
hopeless addicts
this is it
it has swallowed us
it can spit you out
momentarily, you can find fault
but it is not afraid of regurgitation
a vile creature
but such a pretty face
and seductive smile
she talks behind your back
you're never good enough
but you love to impress her
caught up in her wake
money is our deity
don't pretend it's not
you go to church on Sunday
but where are you when you're not?
do your sons and daughters remember
the late night kisses,
post-bed times whispers
melancholy lullabies deaf in their ears
tales of excuses and "it's for the best"
as you swallow your guilt
promise to change as your turn down the sheets
but back in the corporate grind
come morning, it dripped back in with your coffee
that wipes back the sleep fuzz
false energy
false mind
it's not your own
that was sold with an invisible gavel crash
pulled from the block
slave to a faceless master
you don't dream anymore
ah, but i, ever the foolish hypocrite
i don't detest it
intoxicated i creep from one corner of the earth to another corner
only to find they look the same
and i don't care
i have my latte and a comfortable place to call my home
One Nation under *god
land of the free market capitalism
and once home of the Braves
built on a graveyard
it's ghosts forgotten
and the real God cries in the souls of all men
only to be lost again

The Sound Of Fear Is A G

2007-04-16T19:59:00.000-07:00

I read once
The sound of fear is a G,
Strong and quivering.
Press our indented fingers into strings
Until they bleed.
Broken callouses
As I strum out the tune of my existence.
I have no other repertoire.
I forgot the songs of my youth.
I tear at steel,
Helpless,
Until in the dead of night
The strings give way,
As if plucked violently by invisible hands.
Horrible, piercing, haunting;
One by one they go in the darkness.
Suddenly, unexpected
Cracking like fatal thunder
Echoing through my torturous dirge
Unrestful slumber
I play, my instrument breaking down
Until I can play no more

Delirium

2007-04-16T19:54:00.000-07:00

We fell from Grace
When we stopped listening
Mistaken,
We thought we could make it on our own.
Turned our back,
Abandoned faith
To taste knowledge without guidance.
Poisoned by unbridled ecstasy of forbidden fruit
We grow bitter.
Give up your dangerous addiction,
This plague of thought
To return to the garden.
To embrace what was never truly lost,
But what faded from sight
In the delirium
Of a juice we could not handle.

My Best Friend Is Faceless

2007-04-16T19:50:00.000-07:00

My best friend is faceless,
Though he wears many masks.
His voice is silent
Yet its volume,
Unparalleled
It echoes through
The rocks, the trees, the breeze;
Through steroes,
Cacaphony of children.
He is the sun and the shadow,
An expert at hide and seek,
Hidden yet right in front of your face.
He is never quiet
But we barely listen
Still
He is there

Changeling

2007-04-16T19:48:00.000-07:00

dim reminiscence of a haggard mind
drunk on a future
tasted too much
fell from the curb
a gutteral lament
he dreams through salt and snot
the tide that pulls him
the puke of his own wretchedness
he can't stand anymore
outgrew that creaking bicycle
he used to soar
his crutch is a borrowed cane
in debt
he took it out against the price of his innocence
the pure - coveted and mocked,
beat down and bruised,
snatched from cradles
changeling babies
pushed through the veil
stumbling in a world
abandoned
reckless
they pick their poison
and mourn a sorrow
an absence they cannot name

What Would You See?

2007-04-16T19:29:00.000-07:00

If you would read me like
A Gypsy's cards
Turn me over in your palms
What would my fortune be?
The Hanged Man
With a fate of Death
Resignation -
It took my last breath.
If you were gifted with hieromancy
Tell me please, what you'd foresee?
My entrails ragged, bloodied and weak
Gravely, you would drag them from me.
If you were a surgeon
And would crack my chest
You'd find a wounded heart
Irregular - it forgot its quest,
Lost in a rhythm
That only brings hurt.
From uncommitted shallow lungs
Comes black tar spewing
As darkness comes.
If you were anybody
What would you see?
And can you say
There is hope for me?

Love Is A Serpent

2007-02-18T15:12:00.000-08:00

Love is a serpent
That squeezes and swallows you whole
Nothing is safe when saturated with its venom
As fangs sink deep into flesh
And penetrate veins which give strength
To a heart which may bleed or swell
Depending on a fate which one cannot know

I Am Here

2007-02-18T15:09:00.000-08:00

I am here, right now
But I do not know where here is
I am somewhere
Which could be nowhere
Or everywhere
I am here, right now
Are you?

Choke

2007-02-18T14:59:00.000-08:00

Today my tongue felt most unnatural
Fat and numb
Hard up against my teeth
Swollen and trapped
Like it did not belong any longer
In its pearl and flesh cavern

My throat seems to swell
And I fear asphyxiation
That I might choke
By means of swallowing
My own blessed instrument

I may gasp as
My passage for air is blocked
From where does this strange affliction arise
And why do I bestow upon it such attention
Am I so afraid of this?
Or do I tempt it?

How do I free myself from this?
Does a warning lie herein?
Speak now or forever hold your peace
Alas, I cannot
I shall tempt fate
Let it do what it will

Desire

2007-02-18T14:46:00.000-08:00

My thoughts are naked
As a blue flame
Clandestine
I lay awake plotting my confession
In darkness as red digits
Measure the hours tick over
Desire does not care for sleep
For in sleep it lives uninhibited
By reason and repression
Dream is desire burning

Imitation Of Life

2007-02-18T14:41:00.000-08:00

The modern Lolita’s hail to the thief
Of the idols of the glossy weeklies
Souls slip into the great divide
Between desire and reality
Of things that they can never be
Just a copy of a product
A cheap knockoff in chain-store tank tops
And faux diamond drops
This is the new age tragedy
Underage slaves to a machine
They have been in the pockets of
Since separation from the womb
Lost herds parade through air-conditioned markets
Dressed in this seasons must-haves
Fashion is an elusive state
You are not ahead until someone emulates
Imitation is the best form of deception
One more day of fooling and faking your worth
They say: Play the part and you will be somebody

Unravelling

2007-02-18T14:27:00.000-08:00

I feel like I am pulling apart my reality
It is unraveling like a sweater
Being ripped apart
Such a weak fabric this existence
Full of holes
We all slip through the gaps

The Greek Statue

2007-02-18T14:22:00.000-08:00

Out of sync with this world
As if I might pulsate out of existence
I see the lecturer
A Greek statue
Rendered gray with antiquity
Sculptured still forever
His features molded
Aging in decay
From the battering element of the air
His head rests on his fist
As he ponders the paradoxes of time
The low rumbling chords of the orator
Echo in monotone over tiers of ears
Awaiting answers that cannot be found
For the wisest of men know
That he who admits he does not know
Is the wisest of them all

The Idol and the Martyr

2007-02-18T14:08:00.000-08:00

She makes an idol of herself
One who wavers in mirage and myth
Shackled and trapped by her own vanity
She bows to worship at the throne
Every day she makes the sacrifice
She is the lamb to the slaughter
But her prayers are never answered
For her idol is lifeless, a shadow
Only becoming
It rules her life
Yet yields no real power
She is hungry for salvation
But will find no solace
In the face of a hollow god
With dedication she performs her sacred rites
And stands tall against non-believers
She will fight to the death
Only to die a martyr
For a cause that never mattered

Butterflies

2007-02-18T13:58:00.000-08:00

Butterflies hatching from their chrysalises
Eager for a spring not yet blossomed
Spreading their restless clumsy wings
They flutter in the brief Indian summer
Only to catch the chill of stolen innocence
Born free before their time
Ravaged by the hands of winter
Which gravitates to the garden masquerade

Rain

2007-02-18T13:54:00.000-08:00

I watched as the world flooded
As it tried to drown itself
Waves of rain moving through the air
Such a great deluge
I wondered if it could wash us all clean
But the people they just run indoors
And hide under giant black umbrellas
They wipe their windshields clean
And shake droplets from well-groomed manes
They wraps their thick cloaks around them
So afraid of change
To take it all in
Me?
I would like to walk in the rain
But there is a hollow solitude
Of facing it all alone
So I’ll stay inside
One more time

The Pious Sparrows

2007-02-17T22:59:00.000-08:00

Birds congregate in their rising wooden pews
As they sing their praises skyward
To yet another rising sun
They have woken with the dawn
To worship the light that breaks the shadowed heavens
Every night they wait with baited breaths
Hoping the darkness will end
They arise to chirp, thankful for another day
Of daily scraps of bread and wiggly worms to pull from emerald fields
The pious sparrows wake the weary,
Shuttered and blinded to the horizon ablaze
They roll over, groaning for just one more hour without disturbance
From man or creature
Eyes gummed with sleep
He mocks the day as most unnatural
Curse these birds that sing in worship
They wish of night and dreams
Unfettered by boundaries and rules
A king of their minds
They grasp helplessly at the path inward
Birds take to the air in nature’s golden glory
While men only fly in the land of illusion
But day will come to pierce and deflate fantasy
Until the day when man will wake no more