Thursday, January 23, 2014

Some Nights, I’m Like…

Some Nights, I’m Like…

By: Husam (Sam) Salman

cigarette Game like atmosphere cigarette
      cigarette Feels like everyone is putting on airs cigarette
cigarette It’s Friday Night Again – cigarette Apparently cigarette
      cigarette Same dives – same diva smiles cigarette
cigarette Side glances from disco eyes cigarette
       cigarette Here you are again cigarette
cigarette Keeping up appearances cigarette
       cigarette Chicken parts cigarette
cigarette Girl click in she-mask guiles cigarette

This is the satirical masquerade

cigarette He’s not rich enough cigarette for him cigarette
 cigarette Hot plate coming through cigarette
  cigarette Watch out now…cigarette
   cigarette Big names being thrown out cigarette by this one cigarette
    cigarette Watch your step cigarette
    cigarette Boasting bumps, ego boosting cigarette
   cigarette Social cigarette hubris cigarette
  cigarette Unintentional queen cigarette
   cigarette WOWs us with her cigarette woes cigarette and cigarette wares cigarette
    cigarette Custom designer attitudes cigarette
     cigarette In lieu of greetings cigarette
      cigarette Designer apps in ass-less chaps cigarette
       cigarette Pilgrim parade cigarette

cigarette And yes… cigarette
cigarette They still tend to separate themselves cigarette
cigarette She Bears
He Bears cigarette
cigarette Man-Shes
cigarette Banshees cigarette
Otter-pops cigarette
cigarette Delicious tops cigarette
Power Bottoms cigarette
 cigarette Wall Flowers
cigarette NSA cigarette
LTR cigarette
LOL cigarette

cigarette Another reason to stay just walked cigarette
       cigarette Through the door cigarette
              cigarette “Bartender,” (Insert favorite bartender name here_________) cigarette
                     cigarette “Another drink!” cigarette
               cigarette Another round cigarette
       cigarette Of run-ins and one liners cigarette

cigarette I don’t really want to talk to you cigarette
 cigarette Here, about life, me or the real cigarette
  cigarette I want to let go, and laugh cigarette
   cigarette And forget… cigarette
  cigarette Your name because I’m that drunk cigarette
 cigarette But we still hang, go on and on about cigarette
cigarette Nonsense cigarette
 cigarette Because that’s more fun cigarette
  cigarette “Real” cigarette
 cigarette Than we really want to be, cigarette
cigarette Then and there – cigarette

cigarette I’ll catch up cigarette
   cigarette And cigarette
       cigarette You’ll catch up cigarette
   cigarette Sitting by the fire… cigarette
cigarette And then…? cigarette

cigarette Step onto the bus, Lyft, or cigarette drunk.cigarette

cigarette After-hours cigarette cigarette
Or
cigarette Homeward ho.




Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Hipsters in the Knight

Hipsters in the Knight


By Husam (Sam) Salman

You are the cowardly Lion
Medicine is the life
You're warranted more than just hope
You are your mind.
  You writing everything you hear?
It's a house of glass inside
and someone's been throwing rocks
This isn't automatic
I want to be with you
Romantic
When will this end
the being poor thing
It's getting old.
Bygones
Era's of adjudication
Errors in your nation
Backwards splits
The hair on your neck rises
Nothing is going on.
Take me there
Breathe in the air
I believe in me
Now I want you to, too!
XxOo boo!!





Monday, January 13, 2014

Forbidden Love Affair

Forbidden Love Affair

By: Husam (Sam) Salman

Decided not to go out regularly
Grounded at home for work
Only dancing on Mondays and Tuesdays,
Evita and Mustache
in outfits fresh from the designer each week.
Me.

A hood rat has everything she never asked for
A dealer buys designer because she can afford it
"Bless her heart,"
Here; even the men are women in some way
Cleaving to false identities so not to be definable
Hunting the seedy underbelly and back alleys for meaning,
All these Jesuit Log Cabin Republicans make for nausea
You have your saddled sidekick you ride daily
He’s the reason for your inflated confidence.
Too loose are your morals with consideration
An eviction transpired where your feelings once stood
-Minor undertaking
Fleeted like vampires before garlic
In the hopes to not hurt ever again.

These are the twenties,
and I am thirty-five.
Should I regret my ‘me’ time?
I thumped bibles in my time,
Making more argument for the opposed
That the ‘good’.
I must have barked at the right wing
And Left side of the isle equally
Because, at the end of the day, they work together
And still do NOTHING BIG.

I await my verbal sentencing
On Facebook, when I post things
That instigate a response.
I do this often and find myself fighting for my
Life/beliefs
Love watching the verbal fodder fly
Each perspective bigger than the last
As it’s a chain of evolving thoughts.

I stand with resting bitch face
In the dark side shadows
beside a lady boy with paper lips
And shade as her veil of personality.

This new year promises prosperity,
I’m not a dreamer, I’m a doer
I plan for Wall Street, like the modern day
Robber-barons
The wild west, success runs carelessly rampant
Like morals in Israel.
Who create courts for people like mice in
enclosures like jail.

I saw the condors of corporate America once a day
Climbing into their glass towers of debt entanglements
and khaki meeting serenades.

In the midnight hour, I offered metaphysics to Stefano,
In jaundice-yellow shorts and Comme des Garçons
Welter weight chauvinist,
American Spirit smoking vegetarians,
Whores with boyfriends
Eyes as targets as dollar signs.

Banking off exploitation is a means to an end
these days.
You’re as cheap as you look…and you look like shit.
She wore ‘fine threads’ and penetrated the fallen fruit.
Tethered to your text conversation
I tried to blow you off.
You’re like a Hollywood pimp to my selective abstinence
…I try not to pursue the taken.
As they are only trampolines with mouths
Hungry bottoms
And eager tops
Run to the front of the line with
Boyfriends in tow
Switch in his steps, scruffy Silverlake, hairy MANdibles,
Muscular bottom workout,
Suburban house ‘wife’,
Sporting the same Goodwill you arrived in,
Suits are for men.

With his hunting caress
He taught me how to hold off
By pulling back and not
Carelessly
Engaging.

I pile my emotions on the counter as I walk in,
From the forbidden things navigated to by common man
He dripped with a casual calm
Throbbing with his dick sheepishly in his hand,
where no end was listed
no reappraisal will redeem us or this moment
Where agony is my feeling
Sacred as an electric chair
You took my breath away
Too many times already.

Your man should be here instead of me.


Sunday, January 12, 2014

Lady Boy

Lady Boy

By: Husam (Sam) Salman

Funny young lady boy, she swallowed a pill.
I don’t know why she swallowed a pill.
Funny young lady boy, I think she’ll trip.

Funny young lady boy, she smoked some pot.
It bellowed from her like a monsoon.
She smoked that pot to chase that pill.
I don’t know why she swallowed a pill.
Funny young lady boy, I think she’ll trip.

Funny young lady boy, she inhaled a couple of lines.
How absurd! She’s doing lines.
(without me)
She did some lines to enhance the pot,
She smoked weed to kick in the pill,
I don’t know why she swallowed a pill.
Funny young lady boy, I think she’ll trip.

Funny young lady boy, she’s having a drink.
What do you think? Now she’s having a drink.
She had the drink to mellow out the lines.
She did some bumps to chase the weed.
She smoked the joint to enhance the pill,
I don’t know why she swallowed a pill.

Funny young lady boy, I think she’ll trip.