Philosophy

Xylem and Fungi

He woke up inside of his backyard

He saw tress, and grass, and everything else you can imagine in your backyard

It's irrelevant when a moment doesn't take place in time

A context to it would be like your heart dropping when you see a police car on the freeway

He opened his eyes

In fact spiritual is not the word, it was close to natural

But natural is insane

A mailbox can appear natural

It was no awakening either

He certainly wasn't sleeping at a time like this

-but he was practicing practicing practicing-

He felt the grass that stuck his legs through his highschool gym shorts

He felt every maggot waiting for him to stay there long enough to decompose him

And the fungi that would be produced

He felt life slip in and out of him

And he only can recall the moment he opened his eyes

He remembers that at that point, death life death life

He was fasting and fasting

And sleep deprived

A real hallucination

When the real world becomes less real

And the fake world becomes more fake

He could swear he felt the bananas in his small intestine

But his xylem and phloem

Well they were having an orgasm

Day 1 (3/18/09)

A boy decides to quit smoking

1. He MUST throw his cigarettes out

2. The place in which the tobacco is thrown must be out of reach, otherwise man will dig through the garbage and smoke the cigarettes in 2 hours

3. He must refuse the temptation to smoke his "last cigarette", it is only a lie if man does not include this step

4. Man must distract every temptation, he has proven time and time that he has no will for this sort of thing

5. Man must not anticipate a bad day, for in fact, it will be beautiful, and he has many things to do

6. Worry about not smoking until man goes to bed for the day, and then repeat next day, and the next

7. Man must not drink coffee, he must drink tea, he has seen the movie "coffee and cigarettes too much"

8. Man must not listen to Tom Waits, period

9. Man must be around smoking, and get used to saying NO, MY BODY SAYS NO!

10. Man must realize that in no situation, can a cigarette make a situation MORE positive

11. Man must fight the headaches with aspirin or tea or something, or just deal with them

12. Soon he will feel drowsy, Soon he will be cranky and coughy, only if he lets himself

13. He must voice that he is quitting, so everyone can tell him to chill the fuck out when he is cranky

14. Fasting is worth it, if it will help not smoking after a meal

15. Start contemplating what he will do with his $1,820 extra he will have next year

16. He must drink lots of water, he has been poisoning himself for 2 years and 7 months, and must rid himself of the initial toxins in his body

17. He must eat mangoes, they hydrate the lungs, and help restore them

18. He must avoid gas stations at all costs, and eat light meals

19. He must accept a hookah willingly, but not forcefully, and he must not seek one

20. He must prepare for the 3 days it usually takes him to get past the urge. He must watch time pass, because until that time, he will not be a free man, he will be in isolation, and behind bars.

Marbama

Milwaukee

Milwaukee, orange bridge and skyline

Polish flats on the shoreline

Spanish architect and a German statue

Ghettos and ghettos always

Juneau hid you

And threw his French brie at Chicago

Milwaukee, when I walk through Greenfield

I love trees as much as you do

Why did you let the bastards move west?

How did you keep that heavy steel buoyant?

Milwaukee, are you high?

You sold Pabst Blue Ribbon!

Do you really expect love art love Summerfest

without it?

They listen to the lies of Miller

Because you fucking sleep all day Milwaukee

We want to drink Lake Michigan

Before we go to churches

Milwaukee, are you going to keep your smokestacks

When Obama shoots them all down?

When you built the new interchange

Did you forget the onramp to the 21st century?

Milwaukee, remember when everyone killed each other?

I think your cold made them crazy

Remember when you tripped my grandma?

She broke her leg,

Thanks

Milwaukee, Miller Park is stupid

I-94 smells like yeast

And you never watch the Brewers anymore

You put new bricks on city hall

And riding down Wisconsin Ave.

I see your houses

They get new and west

Oppressed depressed impressed farms

Milwaukee, Wolskis and Conejitos

A tea place named after rock, paper, scissors 

Cross legged heads are the grass

On a summer day sipping Rishi

A giant octopus guards the shore

Even you, Milwaukee, have a wavy blue collar

Milwaukee, one day my ashes will sleep in your grass

Or Lake Michigan

Making friends with the Whitnall Park trees

And I too will be your Fall leaves

(this is not done yet)

Milwaukee Beer Clocks

In bedrooms with closed curtains

Everyone becomes a bit crazy

The morning I slept in cold shorts

I realized the outside has nothing to offer me

I would be facing more than just this day

And Steve's strings diagnosing dementia

Away from my pillow

Scary futures

Why is unconsciousness

Believable and enjoyable

When you have knowledge of tomorrow

And a 24 hour star

With a 24 hour clock

That ticks my head awake most nights

Am I the clock?

The 7 that my arm points to

Would be rainbow colored

If clocks knew about Milwaukee beer

Would they still count the afternoon?

Philosophy of the Mind

Here is an entertaining bit of science fiction AND philosophy for all of you young philosophers.

http://instruct.westvalley.edu/lafave/where_am_i.html

We Are All Going To Forget

The flat sunrise

The flat line

The flat lung

The flat line

The dead shower

The dead time

The dead days

The dead time

The real broke

The real feeling

The real death

The real feeling

The expensive school

The expensive life

The expensive dinner

The expensive death

The best girl

The best life

The best art

The best death

The forgotten thoughts

The forgotten days

The forgotten time

And suddenly

We are all going to forget

Running Shoes

You pill to feel the breeze

I feel the faint colors, the breeze

      ,the trees

still look brown

Her yellow teeth

And a lighter that's out of juice

    I'm out of juice

You wrap a cock around a bed pole

To shut the fire alarm off

Your fists paint your head every night

And when you grab her shoulders

Your stomach crashes every time

The light in your eyes causes you pain

You miss the outside world

The strange night

Where you lick cats that taste like rum

And run into the door

You need good shoes

You've been running for years

Your knees don't hurt

Because your old

Play Songs

All of these intervals of our lives

We recall our deaths

And live correctly

The clock only ticks clockwise

A rare sunrise

You squeeze your eyes

And the knot in your stomache

Justifies your soul

You drive slowly

And become late to things

Throw cigarettes at squirrels

They eat those sometimes

Play songs

Play songs

Play songs

Play

2 socks

At night I don't feel younger

My bodies getting colder

I have a pile of socks next to my bed

2 socks for every day I have lived

A few days in the past

And a pile of socks next to my bookshelf

Number my future days in 2's

I lay down in the grass

I let them pretend

That someone is more insane

I draw pictures of fake things

Things that don't happen

I feel that they lie to you, not me

I'm just telling the truth

I cry in cars

I breathe and look at trees

and I think

I battle with my own mind

I get panic attacks when I read Descartes

Simply because Descartes is dead

I'm nervous to leave again

I'll never wake up to you again