…Ebola

…Ebola

 

By: Husam (Sam) Salman

 

Death by luxury

Social disastrous

Cunt lips social norm

These rotten journeys

Into suburb hell, seeds

 

Festering, festooning

Corps rots of last night’s ‘chill’

 Stink of gin and regret

Desperations and an endless

 Need to kill yourself trying to

Prove you’re a somebody

Or worth it to the world.

 

One trick pony, endlessly

Searching for hope

                or a handout

Bathrooms that are clean

But beds that are eternally

Messy.

Ecstasy on the floor

My Visene next to overnight bag

 And contact case open, collecting dust

 

Oprah on the radio scratch notes

My hair like wires

Ratty and caged like a heart in

Rushed hands –

 

There was something more

But today is a kilo of coke

And weed on table tops

And a 16 year old chick

Calling the shots

 

Riot patrol running amuck

Like some disaster film gone

Sour

And action sequences will

Be the only seg-way to the next

Make-out scene

 

THIS is normal

To the obscenely rich

The likes you may never

See.

…Objects May Appear Closer in Mirror

…Objects May Appear Closer in Mirror

By: Husam (Sam) Salman

 

Existence

Created in the likeness of “GOD”

Always evolving, growing organisms

Cell to Fish to Monkey to Man

God is everything

From the leaf, to echoes - the sea

Charity unforgiving

Mutations through epoch journeyed;

Like celestial dance

Imitating life

Yourself, looks

- reflect -

Look yourself

Life imitating

Dance - celestial like

Journey epoch through mutations

Sea the echoes to leaf the form

Everything is god

Man to Monkey to Fish to Cell

Organisms growing, evolving always

“GOD” of likeness, the, in created

Existence

 

…In a Blue Dress

…In a Blue Dress

By: Husam (Sam) Salman

Just washed his ass and cleaned his dick, he’s ready to
...Fuck

Stepped out the door, joint in the pocket ready for whatever
…the

Night has in store for him, even if it’s glass – to smoke – nice and
…Blue

All lit up for the night’s tithing, let daddy watch you un
…Dress,

 

Under the spell of the drug, he paws you – there naked-  he grabs you by
…The

Hair and fills your mouth up with dreams – that were thought up by the
…Devil

The nightmare that you call sex, where whimpers are exactly what he
…is

Wanting to hear you make, [in his bag he has a rope]. He
…Already

Thought about what he want to do to you and
…in

You – while you’re high, asking for love from anyone who will give it to
…You!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fry-Daze

Fry-Daze

By: Husam (Sam) Salman 

It was like a cyclops from yesterday's storm in my mind that suddenly winked at me.

I remembered it as if it were yesterday Rollinghill sides of grass leaving out in sheeplike form landing back into itself amber waves of…

He wanted to read my mind but I feared he would understand or learn that I am gay.

I barely knew. How could I stand for the world to know yet?

There we were entering new realms of Pink Floyd's The Wall and Eraser Head in states of mind that no one should ever watch Eraser Head. 

A cacophony of riches be willed or meant of sadness in the space that will always be reserved for those memories of those Fridays where we sat tripping balls. 

Midnight Snack

Midnight Snack 

By: Husam (Sam) Salman 

They say if you fall asleep on the sofa in front of the TV you're going to take a long drive. In this case, you venture out to a vast Mojave nothing where the small café has Gretchen working double shift into the a.m. hours four o'clock - no one's there but us.  It's like an adventure, see where it takes you, no borders, boundaries or reservations to preserve any possibility.

Downtown Dog People

Downtown Dog People 

By: Husam (Sam) Salman

Flea riddled mongrels let their bitches shit on the street right in front of the restaurant where I am about to eat. You will never look at a deconstructed burrito  the same way again.

Calendar Reminder

By: Husam (Sam) Salman

All Calendar Reminders ever do our advise us of the things we are about to be late to because the reminder is the last minute notification before it happens. And all other indicators,… Well… There were no other indicators so how should we know? Shit, I'm late.

Talking Walls

Talking Walls

By: Husam (Sam) Salman

It might save me some money in the short run, but in the long run, these things need fixing properly. There's a reason things get broken. Each tell their tales as they have a tale to be told. What that tale is, I'll never tell… But if these walls could talk. 

Epic Sky

Epic Sky

By: Husam (Sam) Salman

There again in the vast emptiness of the imagination do I pull the rabbit out of the hat and create nothing out of something and something out of nothing where psychedelic furs are not just a band about something that I'm rubbing up against in the form of a green and black striped zebra unicorn. Take a deep breath of the mountainous air motorcycle sidecar goggles on, riding off. 

It's All Cloudy

It's All Cloudy

By: Husam (Sam) Salman

Sometimes I think of the strangest things when I'm doing the most mundane task. Typing or washing dishes or posting random stuff on social media. This prophecy, is to see through that everything, or is everything seeing through me?