A Spender, Not a Saver

Lo and behold, the titans

came crashing down

when the bull of Wall Street

charged away with their savings.

lives spent scrimping and saving

to keep everyone in good comfort,

able to order the new thing

off the infomercial any time

the thought pleased them.

To that, I’ll say no thank you.

I’d rather eat my savings in

caviar and a fine roasted rabbit

or beignets fresh from the fryers

at DuMonde. There was that one

time I spent every last dime

to fly to Curacao, where I floated,

unrepentingly, for the very next week.

Since no tomorrows can be promised

to us, I’d rather race toward death, smiling,

than simply sit on the couch, watching

The Price is Right, too terrified to ask

if I’ve ever really lived. the bonds

that are cared for are in stocks, not in relationships.  Money burns, but so does time. Especially when it’s wasted.

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Sandcastles Aren’t Forever

It’s funny what stays with you.

You might think it’ll be the special things

you did together or the gifts he gave

or even smallish creases around the eyes,

grown more pronounced over the years.

The truth is, though, you won’t be able

to remember his eyes at all, if they were

simply dark and powerful

or if the green light danced on them

just so

when he smiled.

You may wish that you could still recall

the feel of his hair between your fingers,

his curls making promise rings around all

ten of them, when you both were committed

to be with each other forever.

Even the smell fades away, his special

scent: dancing with soap and cotton

as you ran to each other each evening

or took walks along the chilly dockside,

feeling his warmth, smelling his skin,

knowing that these were moments that

had no need of being remembered

because he would never go away.

And the truth is, in time, there’s much

less to remember, his coloring, perhaps,

or how you could hold entire conversations

with simply your eyes. And what it feels like

to radiate under his warmth. It just drifts away,

grain by grain. A monument eroded

by the afternoon tide.

 

The Twelve Days of Christmas

On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me

a 104-inch plasma screen tv.

On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me

two VR headsets, and a 104-inch plasma screen tv.

On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me

three different iPads, two VR headsets, and a 104-in plasma screen tv.

On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me

four iWatches, three different iPads, two VR headsets, and 104-inch plasma screen tv.

On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me

making us facebook official, four iWatches, three different iPads, two VR headsets, and a 104-inch plasma screen tv.

On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me

six electric scooters, making us facebook official, four iWatches, three different iPads, two VR headsets, and a 104-inch plasma screen tv.

On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me

seven G wifi, six electric scooters, making us facebook official, four iWatches, three different iPads, two VR headsets, and a 104-inch plasma screen tv.

On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me

eight bluetooth earbuds, seven G wifi, six electric scooters, making us facebook official, four iWatches, three different iPads, two VR headsets, and a 104-inch plasma screen tv.

On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me

nine Instagram likes, eight bluetooth earbuds, seven G wifi, six electric scooters, making us facebook official, four iWatches, three different iPads, two VR headsets, and a 104-inch plasma screen tv.

On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me

ten speaker surround sound, nine Instagram likes, eight bluetooth earbuds, seven G wifi, six electric scooters, making us facebook official, four iWatches, three different iPads, two VR headsets, and a 104-inch plasma screen tv.

On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me

eleven percent introductory credit card interest, ten speaker surround sound, nine Instagram likes, eight bluetooth earbuds, seven G wifi, six electric scooters, making us facebook official, four iWatches, three different iPads, two VR headsets, and a 104-inch plasma screen tv.

On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me

twelve times the Prozac, eleven percent introductory credit card interest, ten speaker surround sound, nine Instagram likes, eight bluetooth earbuds, seven G wifi, six electric scooters, making us facebook official, four iWatches, three different iPads, two VR headsets, and a whole bunch of other shit no one needs.

 

 

 

A Worthwhile Trade on a Wintry Morning

I’ll bet no one ever gets

a cold in the tropics: there’s

never a damned chill in the

air or the inability to thaw,

regardless of how many blankets

or cups of coffee are used to

counteract the situation.

Indeed, of all the time

I’ve ever spent down on

that beautiful island down

south, I’ve only ever caught

a mild case of the clap.

 

Decomposition

Pity to those who travel here

seeking witty banter, jocular

prose or even perhaps that

momentary respite inside this

old, hectic mind: a thought about

the current state of fascism all

wrapped up in beautiful consumer

goods and single-use plastic.

A throwback to the good old

times, which might have never

really existed, except in this

dusty memory. Clouded with

regrets and gin, swaying drunkenly

in a second line. Closed eyes,

a smile, clutching this bourbon

and crumbling from the

outside.

 

Sorry to those who made this

journey, only to find the old

girl dead. Still at attention, she’s

decaying in the air, choked

by the fires, and blowing

away with the warming

Santa Ana winds.

Leif Ericsson on Mount Rushmore

Fancying ourselves as simply

hardworking Protestants,

bringing refinement and manners,

family values to the Thanksgiving

table, we truly celebrate the

colonization and conquest

of this new world: tearing apart

drumsticks and mutton chops.

Feasting with mirth and mead

in our American-made

Valhalla. Three cheers for

our determination to conquer

those who have extended

our lives with their

peace.

Arigato/obrigado

It’s so cold and grey outside.

People seek refuge in the

heat of the teppan, but

no amount of sake can

warm the soul the way

a bossa nova lilting past the ears,

like a dream of palm trees

and turquoise water,

inhaled.

And the heart

grows rapid at the memories

of the heat and that

summer we spent

making love on the

beach in Salvador.