Journal of Psychoactive Drugs

If your reading this fuck you
go outside!

Having said that, dig it,


Hope Is A Ship (Drew Brees For President)

Hope, at times for me
Is a once-great passenger ship
Breeched and sinking fast

This vessel is one that sees the Mississippi,
Floats on it for a brief period
But has no idea that it's being dominated
By the mighty, muddy beast

In these instances responsibility
Becomes government reports that are long,
Arduous and too thick to be stapled

Many people will die they say,
"200,000 people will be displaced."
This incites the mantra,
Home is where the water is not

The ship that was a home is made of steel
Neither black nor white
Its grey, so grey that it is without true color
It finds itself trapped in the womb of the dense, delta mud

The people;
The brave, the bold, the idiots, waiting for their ship to come
Sit on top of their roofs,
Now islands where they can soak up Indian Summer Sun
For the abandoned, perseverance is a suntan

THE WATER IS RISING PLEAS…

Words spray-painted white on black shingles
The rescuers, government, American people
Are suddenly illiterate

Federal law states:
Energy (money) cannot be created
Nor destroyed
But the ship is gone,
The people are in watery graves
The City is a large crescent with greedy bites taken out of it

6 years later the laws of the universe are disbanded
Ferrel dogs rule the day
And love is never having to say you care


Who Among the Argentinians

For now I am under a New Jersey Sky
Who among the Argentinians can say this isn't
a beautiful thing?

All things being equal, I am flat on my
back, legs straight, hands folded on my chest
which makes me little more than a
body at morgue

Yet this immortal sky
and the roof that I lay on
Is alive with other skies
and roofs and me and you
and roofs,
time and women
and music
That is… if everything is just so;

The stars are no longer fixed points
but glowing sperm against a backdrop of
soupy liquid
an unexplained transient black

When things go beyond description they become hallowed
One can see this in
Sleep, or the works of
Geoffrey Chaucer,
A Jersey Sky, or
You

FRAGILE: THIS END UP

Once again it has been longer than I would care to admit since I have posted. I have a few more of those phone number poems and a short story to share. First time I am posting fiction on here. I wrote it during class. I was bored to tears. Like it or fight me.



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I will tear down your walls as a temple
Might fall to its corner stone
But from that rock a new
For there
Are seeds to grow walls
of
trees, shade from the sun in the month
of May. And the corner stone, a
symbol of what was


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You are my friend now
You were mine
Before
I have a habit
Of
Acting like You don’t miss the taste
Of that first kiss

Are YOU Writing From the Heart?

It's been a long while but here's a bunch of stuff. Check it out the next time you feel bored at the office or just want to enjoy the cutting edge of literature as we know it. :0

^^^A sketch I did for my sis!

Thrush in a Storm

In the midst of a heavy snow
I saw a thrush amongst the dunes
With little cover and no where to go
The bird perched brave against his doom

Having said all that,
I am indomitable
Any road- block or set back
Proves to be nominal

In truth at times I have cowered
My face has fallen victim to ill grimace
And yet in this my final hour
I see it is not how you start but how you finish

For it is in the stars for me to battle
Though my soul may be worn
I will break free from mediocrity’s shackles
I am intrepid as a thrush in a storm

The Quandary of Einsteinium Physics

I do not know of WWI

Because I know not of drowning on land
But what hypocrisy it is to say I
Cannot speak on mustard gas
But I will design you a bomb
That kills for days if not
For always

Call that genius if you feel the need
To me it is the call to arms
Every man feels
It is the essential want to take to the sea
It is the secret urge to make
Another man bleed or change the way
He gets up in the morning

Untitled Two (Up and Down)

You interest me in the way
That death does,
In the way that strangers can,
In the way that complicated surgeries might

You perplex me deeply enough
That I write about you often,
That you break and build
Walls in my subconscious,
That you feel like a warm ghost in my arms

You demand my gaze that same way
A fine building will
Or an early-spring snow,
Or a doe in heat

You make me crave you
Like a steak,
Like spending money,
The way I crave attention

You bend me as
Light bends in an eclipse, subtle and yet undeniable,
I bend like the rules do
For the rich and bold

You call me to arms
Like revolution in the streets,
A revolution on the page,
A revolution through the speakers

You inspire me no less than a favorable sky to write
A new pair of shoes to walk
A great athletic feat to play

You fill a space like a home-made poster,
A sold out concert
A partner in crime riding shotgun

You have me searching for you
The way I search for
My mother,
My father,
My sister,
My brother,
Julian.


You have me
You have all
You have me in the way
That up always has down