2.04.10

sarah palin's book
i'm ashamed of it in public
but hooked in private

a sudden craving:
apple mixed with orange juice
i'm chug-a-lugging

i look it over
repeatedly, many times
and yet it stays fresh

i am determined:
jaxx, wag the shit out of your
tail for me. one day!

2.03.10

in honor of Toperation Pinocchio, occurring on 2.12.10, I have written the following:

#1
my wooden body
with your pinocchio touch
becomes flesh at last


















#2
pinocchio wears
michael jackson-esque gloves
do a crotch grab, plz!

#3
careful, wee puppet
don't play with fire, it can
burn and engulf you

2.01.10

school is yet again...

under engaging
only two of four classes
are worth half a damn

Stanley's 509 haikus:

1.
stanley lapidos
brain always racing ahead
mouth too full of words

2.
most social workers
are amorphous blobs of blah
more energy, please?

3.
mostly i fail to
find the relevancy in
our class discussions

4.
everything: long
hair, tie, cuffs, all the tangents
(mainly the tangents)

put the "great" in immigration

two Americas
which is going to succeed?
Cuba, i'm yours. (sigh)

one day.

our authentic selves
are screaming, remove your shells!
but we're too afraid

avatar: 3-D (a.ka. my fantasy)

phosphorescent plants
with the glowing tree of souls
only one word: cooooooooooool

1.25.10

Written from the word "astonishment", given by j.k.

Astonishment

It’s embarrassing

Beauty tinged with ugliness;

An over-made face

It’s sometimes garish

Being in that brackish mix

Realizing your place

It’s astonishing

To see one for what they aren’t

And love them anyway

1.19.10

i am...
full of gold treasures
an egyptian pyramid
also booby trapped.

i am...
the grand finale
what you've all been waiting for
drum roll, please... tah dah!

i am...
space expanding out
i make the universe dance
black holes and red stars

i am not...
a mensa puzzle
you don't need to be Einstein
no need to solve me

i am not...
difficult like the
new york times sunday crossword
(unreasonable)

i am not...
starting trench warfare
i won't pour napalm on you
i'm a pacifist

1.18.10

but it's the caramel flavor...
now is not the time
eight am, before breakfast
leave the haagen daz!

TV sux
one more commercial
trying to sell pointless shit
and i will lose it.

unknown meteorological terms
mr. weather man,
what the fuck's a "freezing fog"?
only in chicago...

my knee deserves an apology
to tom, my landlord:
sprinkle salt on the black ice
so i don't fall down.

1.05.10

My roommate's girlfriend got me Queer Magnetic Poetry for my birthday. (Again, the irony.) Possibly one of the best presents I got this year, minus a vintage Michael Jackson belt, because this means I can write haikus everyday standing in front of the fridge in the morning. It's been an interesting source of inspiration for the 'kus. There are lots of ripe words for use, but I'm limited to only what I have on the fridge.

Here's what I've gotten so far:

I
the leather dildo
transforms this commitment to
passionate wet sex

II.
ask, eat my gender
see her feel his intimate
baby touch me feel our












III.
I am hard to love
between open flames, there is
hot skin full of life

IV.
I have here a head
out only for show; no use
a big dressed up ball















V.
it must happen, change
after choosing the always
who can bear never?

VI.
together we hide
safe; body partnered with me
union, beautiful

why do I love chicago again?

nothing more lovely
than melting snow revealing
layers of garbage