Stolen Car Alarms Have No Need
A Poem
by Husam Salman
Profit to his followers
ripe falling down fruit from under the canopy of life before
the break of day eyes
gazing drumming
questions he edged answers but only strode
towards a long drink and looked into the eyes of
the actors
that ourselves have become
I love it in the
morning when I wake up and Barak Obama IS president!
Restraint of
joy why glee flowed from my eyes for
drunken wants of unfulfilled hopes
in regard to love love
love
of the end as though we wanted it to arrive
new banner ads
illustrating life again Facebook is starting to remind me of
Friendster
and MySpace just before
radio silence, would you stop before
the time calls or
your liver/lover gives up on you ... transition time sacred
dawns the end words.
Mentally sketching
patterns over your FUCKING ugly
outfit
me in your head, “reading” commenting
grace and the easy to drop compliments I
always say it all
irritating though it may be this stolen car alarm
has no purpose no need
in the
language of modern progression
Your advice based on your experience
to follow as you say not
as you do
then what good is it if
you don’t have no data Yo
chatta don’t matta
ruby lights
by night fall pulling
the covers up
masturbating mornings
cold nights hugging the lonely to sleep
raw rainbow flesh waiting for loving pearl necklaces
move for sharp possibilities upon them trolling the
streets that lie dormant wintered
boulevards urine smell and beer goggles gazing hard
eyes rebars
fences and they call that
cage ‘interesting’
Beat and branded faces
embrace the battlefield willingly with wantons edge though
Damocles has something hanging just overhead liquid texting twinkle in his slurred smile
mind is allowed to make
up its’ own mind
ramble
talk failing yet I let him
arrive he rides for
pit smell like
man
language best unspoken
Hoover and Santa
Monica racing to
fuck where is he now?
the play over gamer late
embrace clutches tighter
he was lost in the forest It was thick with trees
in there doorbell silence
reading bitches desperation nets being
cast rodeo almost over fleeing
rainbow shafts on the
way to ride rails or hop on some long late night train and ride the wild.
