Chris Cyr
Grime
Evil, cigarette smoke-lacy early morning sunshine
And I feel it in my sleep-hungry and achy eyes.
Rise to a new day, rise to a new dawn.
Then to carelessly amble down the trash-canned back alleys.
Unaware of my urban movements,
A sleeping city waits for some appropriate hour to wake.
Into an empty, all-night club i go,
For my breakfast of steak and beer.
An old body squeaks against the grungy,
Erotic pink vinyl seats.
My clumsy hand slips
And agitated beer spills on the seat,
Adding to the sweat and indiscretions
Of last night's hustlers, hookers,
Winos & losers.
"Anyone got change for a dollar?
No one got change?
Everyone broke in the breakroom?
--Another day at the grind."
Rediscover the green beauty of earth.
Invest in time spent viewing
Great unspoiled vistas.
High breezes caught in lakeside birch-trees,
Gentle lapping of small waves--
Beautiful, pristine lake.
Relish the deep blue sky.
Absorb in silence
All of Natures
Sweet and soothing
Harmonies.
i am just barely sleeping
almost start dreaming
when i can hear them a-chomping---
they are such happy fleas!
every bite feels like a fire
and they really arouse my ire,
their death is my fervent desire!
they are such happy fleas!
i absolutely hate them
don't feel that i need them
absolutely god-dam them, but,
they are such happy fleas!
genius speaks within me,
even if it takes years to understand
what is writ. i am a dunce.
Dharma Airlines---something Cosmic
in the Air.
meanwhile, the bureaucrats revolt
while i unleash my declaration of
incompetence.
dont tamper with the sundial.
take photograph self-portraits
one per day for a full year.
common sense is for those who lack
smarts.
enjoy experience for the sake of the
experience.
selfish sister does not share her friends
at drunken party----it's ok!
i want a quiet birthday party.
the chocolate ice cream in the warm fridge
had some interesting green mold on it.
i had to speak with the union about the Man
with the fractured hip & who was angry.
driving around the northeastern corner of
Pennsylvannia,
looking for a gas station while i am smoking
clove cigarettes and marijuana.
ate a cheeseburger and had a cola.
and then i dive into an orgy
at the Hollywood hair salon;
involving cops & movie starlets.
who could forget the comedic stylings of
the british entertainers, Art Moore and
Dudley Cooke?
warm rain
on the elementary schoolyard some
20 years ago.
let us plan our spontaneity!
cold.
in this winter,
a dream temptress
encourage me to
relocate to
northern Maine,
& i even consider it.
artistic depiction
will survive the artist,
but it too is not permanent
(i.e., a million years hence).
why paint anything?
does the artist even know
what they make?
that is what is most curious.
singin K.Cobain tunes
while inviting friends
to come visit me in the
zendo bunkhouse.
they snap their fingers
to get my attention as
i hurl a television at them
--sue your friends and neighbors.
decorate the soldier's coat
with many colors
& then make macaroni dinner
for the mountain goat.
placing all of those hills
& mountains on roller-skates
& slowly moving them EAST
on the interstate.
hanging loose on pleasant street,
the pizza patrol
looks for a
cool place to sit.