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Hello Chicago
Flat carpet-town of corn meal
steel spears at the northern junction
of Cahokia and some unknown dream

No lillies grow here sir,
no tulip fields
though there are many Dutch
a little up north
Wisconsin, dontcha' know?

Family blood rains through the Chicago river
named of the blood of a slain tribal wonder
wanders
with the roaming buffalo

I sat at the top of Sears
(Willis)
Tower and peered into the foggy distance
and made out the shores of Michigan
through Indiana
the leftover rains of a continental freeze
churned the earth to butter and carved the arteries
and bowels
of today's earthly body

And when we drove in from O'Hare
in the late hours on incessant stoplight highways
counting down the streets
thinking maybe they'll go all the way to
Mississippi
just a long row of
Concrete

I saw the brick tower
of a decrepit Frito-lay plant
where they cooked their corn and potato
into succulent
can't eat just one
little snacks

for the whole of america
to enjoy in backyard barbecues
and convenience stores
and grocery outlets
All across the planet

Now with the trucks they come and go
up to and whizzing past Chicago
on to greener states with greater relief
with hills and lakes and winding streams

Different sections of the sculpture
Cities eroding into the pleasant coasts
quaking and breaking into tiny stones
a monumental David
cracked in the gallery
bird **** corroding the silicates
unpolished and immortal
words

Chicago!
oh you mighty city you
built from sod and sweat and dew
of new morning
I see your towers
you dreamer, you
But your towers are in Dubai,
and Shanghai
now

The world moved on
and forgot everything about
that magnificent mile
burned to make you earn
new toys and fancy things
from far beyond your winding river streams

But you didn't die
amazing, how much they tried
to rust you out
to bleed you dry

no,
Chicago,
you keep your ***** rivers flowing
all the way to the Mississippi
flanked by modern Roman concrete
all the way to the great green sea
out into the puddle that surronds
the Amerigo

Chicago
don't you give up that river dream

strawberry frenchfries dipped in chocolate fondue.
cry me an 8 oz cup of water when i step on you with my giant blue shoe.
dance through the forest with gnomes stapled to your shoulders.
hide your foil gum wrappers in manila folders.
left and right. front to back,
oxygen in the atmosphere may lack.
pluto and jupiter intertwine when night falls.
orange and green leather sewn to your ragdoll.
licking the excess frito crumbs from under your fingernails,
eyes pealed to the scenery of wacky inmates in jail.
selfish yellow and blue fish yelling at dr. seuss,
reading books in sunrooms drinking orange juice.
camera flashes and ripped dollar bills,
making chocolate pancakes on top of cherry hills.
hazy eyes drowning into a dream,
winter nights as cold as ben&jerrys; ice cream.
red hand chasing numbers on a clock,
movement of legs turns muscles into rock.
acid drops from black heart clouds falling onto driveways.
little kids on scooters munching on happy meals while saddened by the loss of sunrays.
23 degrees celsius and shine forcing itself through.
ice cream trucks and roadraged humans trying to get through.
bumble bee roads with lines and street signs,
teens boredum, smoking dope, drinking *****, getting fines.
police on the prowl everyday, every night, seeing through lies,
keeping their sight wide-open like a mouth in surprise.
fettuchini alfredo at fancy restaurants.
ice cold water knocked over on a ladys lap.
words missing letters, conversations missing sound.
apples and basketballs losing shape and sense of round.
flat chested skinny ******* slipping through cracks in wooden floors,
obese transexuals getting stuck in between doors.
puzzle pieces glued to the top of a bald head,
veins appear blue but blood is red.
blowing kisses, blowing out candles
cats,dogs,birds wearing sandals.

It was a chilly June day
when mamá woke me up.
I didn’t remember much
except getting helped into my clothes.

When next I awoke, we were in the car,
driving past dusty mountain trails.
The sand on the side of the road would
        kick up in the air beside us in clouds.

“¡Es hora de levantanse!” screeched my mother
        as I groggily woke up once more.
        The beige and brown of the desert was
        now replaced with greens and blues.
        I knew exactly where we were.

As we shuffled into the bungalow,
I tried to take in all that my young eyes could.
The red tile floors went well with
the cream and burgundy of the bungalow exterior,
and the bunk beds in every room but the master bedroom
made this home away from home all the comfier.

After settling in, mis primos y primas
raced me to the fronton courts —
they were mostly empty — as our rackets
kept clack clack clacking against our legs.
I looked up and marveled at the size of the playing wall
just as Julio served the first round.

For dinner, papá made us all triples —
a Peruvian sandwich made with tomatoes
hardboiled eggs, sliced avocadoes, and mayo
all between two or three breads — and we laughed
the night away while listening to some Beastie Boys.

Mis primos y primas
me levantaron a la misma vez
que el desayuno estuvo listo en la mesa.
Avocados, tamales, mangos, y duraznos
eran suficiente para mi, pero mi pan
                                        francés con huevo frito y leche
                                        chocolatada completaron mis deseos.

        Afterwards, my brothers decided to
start up a game of hearts next to the
                                                outside grill as the Beastie Boys’
Hello Nasty album would blare for the
                                                cholitos to hear. Sometimes they’d
                                                jokingly put on some Britney Spears
                                                or N'Sync, but Barenaked Ladies was
                                                another favorite; as well as the Beatles,
                                                of course.

Hubo una vez un gran rey
que tenia muchas tierras,
un castillo, y tambien un amor.

Later on, I’d go play some pickup
                                        games of futbol and basketball. Maybe
                                        tennis and fronton, too. Then again, I
                                        did frequent the various swimming
                                        pools offered. Too many choices for a
                                        little ****** with more than enough
                                        time on his hands.

Finally, when it was time for bed
I’d think about my amazing weekend.
How time flies when you’re a child,
but at the same time, lazy vacation
days could stretch on forever.
And they always did at home here
in *La Cantuta.

TV’s going in living room
Talking about our doom
We’re laying on the front lawn
Yesterday’s long gone
Woman showing skin
Too fat, too thin
She can never win
Throwing up yet again

Listen up man
We’re all ******
Re-repeating reprimands
Demolition on demand

Locate security
Trying to make camp
In independent infidelity
Strutting to the bank
Cashing in corrupted currency
Stock markets sank
Guitar man teary eyed
Rock and roll came and died
Record producer’s big old lies
Broken dreams and wasted time
Colorado Smokey Joe lights a bone
Faded out to the ozone
Smoking on home grown
Got glaucoma? Get an O

Shut up dude
We’re all *******
Forget the olden days
Give marriage to the gays

Let go of the narrow minded silly ways
Let it be as common as classic Frito-Lays
Rolling in the new waves
Is it God who really saves?
Is there even one big deity?
Guess there is if you believe

Be born, live life
Go to college, get a wife
Get job, sacrifice
It’s the norm, is it right?
Have a kid, then have another
Father, mother
Sister, brother
Try to tolerate each other

Watch your back bro
Because I don’t know
Undecided, undeclared
Run in circles, running scared

Take a risk, double dare
Love needs to be redefined
Unanimously agreed and signed
Peace in the heart and the mind
Going down the rabbit hole
Striving for that same goal
Anti- bullying campaign
Kid comes home blood stained
Toughen up
Enough's enough
Individuality
Opposing mainstream reality
Wiseman taken as a fool
Becomes another social causality

Feel it
Taste it
On the back of your tongue
Hanging by the gallows martyrs hung

Climbing up the ladder’s rungs
Foul smelling whiskey bums
Grab a *** and stash it
Looking like your bat ****
Steal a car and crash it
“Always wash your berries before you eat them and fly toward the sun”

¡Vamos hacia el infierno!

El grito suena bien  en el vientre de la cueva,
el salmo bajo el mediodía de los templos
y la canción en el crepúsculo...
El grito es el primero.

Hay un turno de voces:
yo grito,
tú rezas,
él canta...
El grito es el primero.

Y hay un turno de bridas:
él las lleva,
tú las llevas,
yo las llevo.
Y a la hora de las sombras subterráneas
la blasfemia reclama sus derechos.

Los caballos piafan ya enganchados y la carroza aguarda...
¿Quién la lleva? Yo: el blasfemo.
Yo la llevo, yo llevo hoy la carroza,
yo la llevo.

Este es el poeta,
tú eres el salmista,
ése es el que llora,  
tú eres el que grita...
yo soy el blasfemo.
Yo la llevo. Yo llevo hoy la carroza,
yo la llevo.

¡Arriba! ¡Subid todos!
¡Vamos hacia el infierno!
La aijada tiene su ritmo,
y la tralla,
y el frito,
y el aullido...
y la blasfemia del cochero.
¡Arre! ¡Arre!

¡Músicos,
poetas y salmistas;
obispos y guerreros!...
Voy a cantar.

Vida mía, vida mía,
¡Ay! ¡Ay! ¡Ay!
Vida mía, vida mía,
tengo un ojo pitañoso
y el otro con ictericia.
Vida mía, vida mía,
¡Ay! ¡Ay! ¡Ay!

Esta es mi copla, la copla de mi carne,
la copla de mi cuerpo.
Mas si mis ojos están sucios
los vuestros están ciegos.

¡Músicos,
poetas y salmistas;
obispos y guerreros!...
Voy a cantar otra vez.
El viejo rey de Castilla
¡Ay! ¡Ay! ¡Ay!
El viejo rey de Castilla
tiene una pierna leprosa
y la otra sifilítica.
El viejo rey de Castilla
¡Ay! ¡Ay! ¡Ay!

Esta es la copla de mi tierra,
la copla de mi reino.
Mas si mi reino está podrido
su espíritu es eterno.

¡Músicos,
poetas y salmistas;
obispos y guerreros!...
Llevadme de nuevo el compás.

En los cuernos de la mitra
¡Ay! ¡Ay! ¡Ay!
En los cuernos de la mitra
hay una plegaria verde
y otra plegaria amarilla.
En los cuernos de la mitra
¡Ay! ¡Ay! ¡Ay!

Esta es la copla de mi alma,
de mi alma sin templo
porque la bestia negra apocalíptica,
lo ha llenado de estiércol.

Tres veces cantó el gallo,
tres veces negó Pedro,
tres veces canto yo:
por mi carne,
por mi patria
y por mi templo...
Por todo lo que tuve
y ya no tengo...

Vamos bien,
no hemos errado el sendero.
Conjugad otra vez:
este es el poeta,
tú eres el salmista,
ese es el que llora,
tú eres el que grita.
Yo soy el blasfemo...
¿Y el sabio? ¿Donde está el sabio? ¡Eh, tú!

Tú que sabes lo que pesan las piedras y lo que corre el viento...
¿Cuál es la velocidad de las tinieblas y la dureza del silencio?
¿No contestas?... Pues las bridas son mías.
Yo la llevo, yo llevo hoy la carroza,
yo la llevo.

Músicos, sabios,
poetas y salmistas,
obispos y guerreros...
Dejadme todavía preguntar:
¿Quién ha roto la luna del espejo?
¿Quién ha sido?
¿La piedra de la huelga,
la pistola del gangster,
o el tapón del champaña que disparó el banquero?
¿Quién ha sido?
¿El canto rodado del poeta,
el reculón del sabio,
o el empujón del necio?
¿Quién ha sido,
la vara del juez,
el báculo
o el cetro?
¿Quién ha sido?
¿Nadie sabe quién ha sido?
Pues las bridas son mías. ¡Adelante!
¡Arre! ¡Arre!... ¡Vamos hacia el infierno!

Y para hacer más corta la jornada
ahora cantaremos en coro, y cantaremos las coplas del Gran Conserje Pedro.
Yo llevaré la voz cantante y vosotros el estribillo
con lúgubre ritmo de allegreto.Vino la guerra.
Y para hacer obuses y torpedos
los soldados iban recogiendo
todos los hierros viejos de la ciudad.
Y Pedro, el Gran Conserje Pedro,
le dijo a un soldado: Tomad esto...
Y le dio las llaves del templo.Pedro, Pedro...
El Gran Conserje Pedro
que ha vendido las llaves del templo.Pedro...
Te dijo el Señor de los Olivos
cuando heriste con tu espada al siervo:
Mete esa espada en la vaina,
que yo sé a lo que vengo.
Y la metiste... con las cajas de caudales en el templo.Pedro, Pedro,
el Gran Conserje Pedro,
amigo de soldados y banqueros.Y ahora tenemos que ir al cielo
dando un gran rodeo
por el camino del infierno,
cavando un largo túnel en el suelo
y preguntando a las raíces y a los topos,
por qué ya no hay campanas ni espadañas, Pedro,
y los pájaros... todos tus pájaros se han muerto.¡Pedro, Pedro,
todos tus pájaros se han muerto!

Sin embargo, señores, yo no soy un escéptico
y hay unas cuantas cosas en que creo.
Por ejemplo, creo en el Sol, en el Diluvio y en el estiércol;
en la blasfemia, en las lágrimas y en el infierno;
en la guadaña y en el Viento;
en el lagar, en la piedra redonda del amolador
y en la piedra redonda del viejo molinero;
y en el hacha que derriba los árboles
y descuartiza los salmos y los versos;
en la locura y en el sueño...
y en el gas de la fiebre también creo,
en ese gas ingrávido, expansivo y etéreo,
antifilosófico, antidogmático y antidialéctico
que revienta los globos... los grandes globos, los globitos
y el cerebro.

Y creo
que hay luz en el rito,
luz en el culto
y luz en el misterio.

Creo
que el agua se hace vino,
y sangre el vino,
sangre de Dios y sangre de mi cuerpo.

Creo
que el trigo se hace harina
y carne la harina...
carne de Dios y carne de mi cuerpo.

Creo
que un hombre honrado
cuando nos da su pan
tiene el cuerpo de Cristo entre los dedos.

Y creo
que en el cáliz y en la hostia
hoy no hay más que babas del Gran Conserje Pedro.
Este es mi credo,
y pronto será el vuestro.
Ya lo iréis aprendiendo.

Con él entraremos
por la puerta norte y saldremos
por el postigo del infierno.
El infierno no es un fin, es un medio...
(Nos salvaremos por el fuego).
Y no es un fuego eterno.
Pero es, como las lágrimas, un elevado precio
que hay que pagarle a Dios, sin bulas ni descuentos,
para entrar en el reino de la luz,
en el reino de los hombres, en el reino de los héroes,
en el reino
que vosotros habéis llamado siempre el reino beatífico del cielo.
¡Vamos allá!

¿Estamos todos? Hagamos el último recuento:
Este es el salmista, el que deshizo el salmo
cuando dijo con ira y sin consejo:
"Tú eres el Dios que venga mis agravios
y sujeta debajo de mí, pueblos".
Y este es el poeta luciferino,
el que inventó el poema
esterilizado y antiséptico
y guardó en autoclaves la canción,
puritano, orgulloso y fariseo.
¡Oh, puristas y estetas!
Aún no está limpio vuestro verso
y su última escoria ha de dejarla
en los crisoles del infierno.
Aquí van los artistas sodomitas,
los pintores bizcos y los poetas inversos.
(No lloréis. Pero no digáis tampoco
que la Luz y el Amor se ven mejor torciendo
la mirada
y el ****.
Ni llanto ni ufanía. Vamos al gran taller,
a la gran fragua donde se enderezan los entuertos).
Aquél es el que grita, el hombre de la furia,
y aquél otro el que llora, el hombre del lamento.
Allá va el rey leproso y sifilítico,
este es el bobo intrépido
y este es el sabio tímido,
cargado de tarjetas y de miedo:
ni para decir e pur si mouve
le ha quedado resuello.

Aquí van el juez y el gangster
los dos juntos en el mismo verso.
Este es el Presidente demócrata y guerrero
que desnudó la espada en el verano
y debió desnudarla en el invierno.
(¡Ay del que se armó tan sólo
para defender su granero,
y no se armó para defender
el pan de todos primero!
¡Ay, del que dice todavía:
nos proponemos conservar lo nuestro!)
Allí va el demagogo,
aquél es el banquero,
estos son los cristianos
(Que ahora se llaman los "cristeros")
Y este es el hombre de la mitra,
la bestia de dos cuernos,
el que vendió las llaves...
el Gran Conserje Pedro.¡Aquí van todos!
Y aquí voy yo con ellos.
Aquí voy yo también, yo, el hombre de la tralla,
el de los ojos sucios... el blasfemo.

Sí
ahora ya sin hogar y sin reino,
sin canción y sin salmo,
sin llaves y sin templo...
yo la llevo, yo llevo hoy la carroza,
yo la llevo.

Se va del salmo al llanto,
del llanto al grito,
del grito al veneno...
¡Arre! ¡Arre!
¡Y se gana la luz desde el infierno!

i daydream of nights i have no recollection of

i close my eyes and think of how bright we felt

how young and in love we were

how easily we had fun

building forts, indulging in frito pie

spending time with our best friend reggie

piecing together saturday nights over breakfast tacos

summer left me wanting more.

yo the homie Juan C
pass the mic to me
so i wreck this beat
like SPC protege of k rino
hos call me mandingo poppin' ***** tapes demo
never rode a limo
only smokes primo n got pitches in otcos
8 bars make ya see the star im far from soft
f them boys in the nawf
woth south side ****** til we die
we ride with the hardest regardless
if they try to break our clique
we still gone spit ****
like a cobra ya know its over
once the venom in em then couple.of minutes later
finish em
mortal combat **** all the rats
despise chit chat call my youngest ** ***** cat
pack a black gat
we push loot in the golden regal
every thang we do is illegal
lethal
as gibson they don't want none
boys crackin' rhymes til the crack of dawn
then wake up next day just
to bust another one
my OGs rollin' with Don Key n Pokey
hardest in the pit
and if you disagree we make haters **** our ****
sloppy **** no ****
them ******* can lick the pigment off a ***** stick
but i play it safe n cool
cuz hos try to burn you
got it played smooth groove
to the sound bound to get down
if ya down bow down listen to the gun shots sounds
now ya leakin' where ya be speakin'
now ya body tweekin' n geekin'
soon to crossover
like epmd mic check ya know me my crew be
fascinating minds with our hocus pocus never lose focus
my raw raps got them nervous
got Juan C next to me
and got the tech services
and no playin now from the htown
still holding top with no crown
dont need a status we the baddest
turn the lane three wheel leanin' with bird chirpin'
still smokin' up the scene
with clip fully loaded magazine
glock cocked we aint gone stop
sip the prometh to the day i drop
dont stop
the music cadillac funky so ya know im gonna abuse it
drip up drapped out know what im talking bout
deep in the south we put guns in ya mouth
no flappin' we stay strappin'
like willis ya know whats happenin'
and we aint gone stop the rappin'
mad at us cuz we bring the real
o so real make every nation feel
what them southern slangers do
dangerous as the Bronx Zoo
what ya wanna do
with stay with more than sun tzu when death comes to you
them boys n blue
cant save u
on the mic i gets wicked after a meal ticket sadistic
as charlie manson
got a twenty two mansion
followed a long benz with the big blue lens
zero percent window
so i can smoke my indow
what they dont know wont show
follow the peckin' order my game smarter
jaun n yosef isthe real hip hop martyrs
and we ready to battle
sogo ahead and shake ya rattle
cuz we'll be quick to slaughter


yea man let me come through
versace with the blue
jeans coming clean sip lean
with an ounze of promethazine fiends
be on the look out
cuz ya know im about
to clown harder than Corey Holcomb
boys gettin' dumb dumb
got hos thats chewin bubble gum
shakim' *** too fast
make a ***** urge for a ***** lick
yea im rollin' with the *******
up clique we sick
as a muthafucka
enticin' all types of diseases
cuz the lyrical content pleases
many foes and hoes
i wear baggy clothes with jabos
dont ya know
im rap don vito stack chips like frito
lay i parlay
on sittin on the dock of the bay
jammin k
or that *****
htown is how we do?
ride ***** with the bulls
euro grills caprice with pipes made of steel
o so real still
got every nation on they feet
they cant feel
this uh coming down on ya blvd
ya can see me on tv or 60 inch screens dvd
**** blue rays i rock ray ban shays
like Mj ya can catch me on a fade
doing what i do in the paint
with a Styrofoam cup full of drank
grams of dank
smoke so much we cant think
eyes cant blink im on the brink
of an overdose
ya suppose to rock the flows like me
im like biggie
spittin the classic mr magic
girls call my **** game fantastic
stretch ***** holes like elastic
leave her visions plastered
like she drunk as ****
im pushin luck six flat riding a black truck
40 oz in the gut gangsta strut
im the best ***** whatttt?
im ina rage one luv to homies
in the cage
when i hit the stage
ya know the crowds gone get wild
im flagrant like a fouls problem child
use my cash bills to fans thrills
no spills on *******
ya know the deal
hos be reachin' still teachin'
n im all about mass appeal

N64 Flow

Controllers Rattling
Mario Battling Bowser
Solar Traveling
Star Foxin for hours

Toy Boxes, Trinkets, and World watches

Sipping Soda fizzing
Eating crunchy Frito Snippets
Watching ***** Wonka
wishing I had a golden ticket

Scraped knees, Bicycle Tracking
Wilds woods equal childhood
Blueberry & cheery picking

Kisses from a girl who was
older are still vivid
No witnesses were present, but presents were still given

In the form of innocence
It's was nothing but child play
Assorted memories
Become a part of my current day

Who's to say that I've changed?

As I reminisce, my past was forged of oddities, deceptions of tall tales and everyday Odyssey's

Pictures of wild women, explicit *******,
Disney diluted story's and fictional prophecies

Depictions that lacked religion
Late night Toonami dreams

Insights from other youth
that didn't make sense logically

Visits to the water fountain periodically

Teacher said there's no such thing as dumb questions

but they never answered honestly

Everything I've learned from life
I've already learned from Monopoly

I'm always landing on GO,
therefore I'm moving with the green

House rules obviously

You can interpret that as currency
in our current state physically

But I just see it as a
constant stream of positivity

To create is a state that is channeled by electricity

Childhood memories is my youths ticket for authenticity

Those days were full of fun and madness

This excitement couldn't have been replicated by a smartphone nor tablet

Sunshine & green grass actual outdoor access

Inhale curiosity, exhale the astonishing

Running at full speed, gunning at high velocity

The excitement was never ending
a continuous lottery

Summer books I would never read

Instead, I drew in the summer breeze

Illustrations of disfigured stick figure's and murderous scenes

I realize that I have no idea, who I'm destined to be
I don't know where my next travels will lead

I am but nomad upon a land with no wagon or steed

**** these contraptions for my actions speak louder then screens

An N64 and one controller is all I need

Stunted sick socialites
That never touched the light lightness
Of a Spring supported day
With their jewels jumping from party to party
Filming themselves get drunk
*******
And eat chili frito's till dawn
All the while
Love quarrels over coedine tablets
On the lawn
Awake and listening to the sounds of the world
Which rests on no one's shoulders
Weight that is not rightfully
Theirs
Though they act like it
Obsess and take it
Fake it
All the while secretly breaking into pieces
Far away the singing gulls are full with a song
We can no longer here
And they will be back again
When we are all gone
So
So long
So long
Oh' so long

It was Leg-O-lass ,
we called him
one pocket *** ,
so skinny he
could hide behind
a nail .
And then there was
Dumbledork
He could ****
a cork
out of a bottle
of wine .
And ***** the Bobbit
and his family of
incestuous relations
Frito , another little chipper off the block.
Then Sam-so-unwise Gangrene , who dressed in disguise as the wobbling Idiot of Shire .
And as always Flpping and his cherry friend Huckleberry , who was looking at a 'Play Podiatrist' centerfold , a magazine full of pictures of naked hairy feet .

Chaos swirls around with the sounds
Of Agua Dulce on a Sunday afternoon.
Música ranchera and pollo frito
Are in the works as the head of household
Roams around their palace,
Taking stock and catering to their son,
The prince.
The boy is an older terrier with a heart
Of solid gold, who lay idly by the couch-
Thinking of the chicken he can’t eat anymore.
Amongst the cacophony and brass
We hear footsteps being made by
A blue haired siren, who paces and paces
With poised anxiety trying to make the
Best of it all, despite being awoken
Less than an hour ago with the blaring
Vocals of our resident digital mariachis.
The chef, an older man and the head’s
Father, strides in with a box of empty beers.
He excitedly yells out “Perchi!” to his kin upon entering and receives a tired “Señor”
In response, a ritual repeated at least 40 times a day.
After a time, the music stops.
Everyone finds a new task to give their attention to and restlessness continues to reign supreme, as if the people were being chased by stillness itself.

despite me chronological age being one naught naught
as an impractical joker
to da liver me from being dirt poor,  
especially when bitterly cold draught
howls and rattles mine lovely bones
despite a lifetime
weathering supercalifragilisticexpialidocious genes
that no amount of money could buy nor bought.

The following epistemological foray
yielded the Mattspeak gibberish,
set in Times New Roman
as twelve font before your eyes
the net result knowledge acquired to date
and subsumed within
at  original instance of writing
sixty plus shades of gray
living and practicing
being interpersonally social
cause for me
(once upon a time
as an extremely introverted lad,  
and essentially totally withdrawn),
thus now being extroverted
self congratulatory cause for hip... hip...
hip... replacement surgery hooray
immediately afterwards prancing
and dancing around with the stars  
ignoring egregious bupkis
issuing out the mouths of those
from the rat pack set who inveigh
against this boyish looking centenarian
still spry enough to skip up the jetway
prior to thugs nearly
beating the sh*t out of me
(as an uppity person of color) courtesy the KKK,
who now know better not to tangle
with the likes of me adroit enough
to knock every bully
hankering to start a melee.

No quest chin, I defy conformity and thwart
hat field bald apropos abilities
with scads of literary antics to best
buy thee interest whoever doth reed
and vet suitable candidates, and community chest
o' mine heaves with anticipation wonder,
ring how purveyor donning figurative Crampons,
(that trumpet each dicey icy echo wing
step of mein kampf) rivals Everest
to scale (albeit without rich hard gear equipment
'cept a perceptive noggin)
egg shaped permanent neck listed guest
as company to share lite snack or drink,
what suits yar harvest,
and course interjections
of good humor, cuz wittiness and jest
kin download a lightness
of being, and gentle byte size
comical banter an electronic
binary boffo, buffoonery bytes lest
head honcho all business evident
by desk pinterest ting nest
ill suited for spontaneity streaming
one-liners, that could be a pest
ambition of him/her aiming
to game dialogue nabbing quest
of productive money in side pocket,
where prestidigitation trick
up sleeve also rest
viz electron nick kewl back aid
AC/DC jumper linkedin acid test
and...well no animals harmed
in writing courtesy baby boomer wise guy
of persiflage noir lived
(as a self hired spy for espionage
approximately ***** dozen miles
didst indeed drive dirt cheap
regarding inception of these words)
**** sitter ably west
of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania,
would (if some fluke offered
this worm men eye sir ha job) exclaim
ming (while astride his high Trojan Horse),
a muffled, mumbled, and muted zest.

He be dashing off (riding
in a white horse open sleigh)
driven by a Quisp and Quake
eating pop slop served
courtesy ancestor ova Decembrist
quite horridly and harried styled,
and swiftly tailored Russian revolutionary,
who in December 1825 - got ******
flew led zeppelin
(with limited posse sub billet tee),
an unsuccessful revolt
against Tsar Nicholas I
grabbing his righteous left wrist,
whence leaders (including
this nebulous genealogical firecracker)
executed, and later regarded as martyrs by the Left.

Pixar could nada pay enough
for this trainer of apple chomping antz
so I wonder if any chance
hello kitty whisker of employment
thru contrived virtual toy story
qua ratatouille poetic brew
could materialize into likely chance
such an idea generates me
to shrek out with excitement
and doo *** ping
hip-hop improvisational thespian dance
just in case a glimmer of some prospect exists
for this self anointed bard who dislikes formality
presents posse sub billet tee say technical skills,
which I hope to enhance,
hence this chap offers following poetic expression,
nada common and did not german ate in France
to take a glance
so help this intuitive **** sapiens
overcoming Bing a deep pull lore able
bass kit case to enhance
sharpen mental acuity like lance,
which byte size bit torrent humor
might cause ye to soil pants
misinterpreting mishmash as raves and rants
even part time income would buoy
ma Petsmart gull livers travelers sans positive stance
with subtle intent to place me as worth hiring,
to sway au currant series electronic charge
ideally affect hypnotic trance
in effort for consideration to ad-vance.

I betcha never read a pseudo cover letter reply
like iambic pentameter electronic wire
from boyish looking blood muggle father up in years,
(whose nonpareil courage
to face Voldemort never does tire)
and two grown doll ling daughters,
would consider him worthy hire
less so to rake in gobs of money,
but satiate nearly unquenchable hunger and thirst
for bits of computer fields, and pad family big bird nest
while watering stream of consciousness babbling
brook - bass adder know how to acquire.

This faux cover letter of sorts conveys itty bitty
raw bits minuscule Orbitz size actual work experience
(from this papa who lived
northwest of Philadelphia city,
when these keystrokes
initially impressed alphanumeric characters)
nonetheless, I hanker
(NOT to be confused with HACKER -
divergent words differ by juiced
one letter prompts following ditty)
computer troubleshooting
(and making) abilities of mine
thine appetite to comprehend,
aye ascribe BuzzFeed ding nitty gritty
nebulous on par with secret life of Walter Mitty,
whom destiny protected and took pity
merely meant to be silly
boot hoop fully entertaining
as a gig from the late Conway Twitty,
yet also attempt to be witty.

No matter how many miles by car
(actually your company might be
within dead man walking distance),
this opportunity would be considered nod da to far
hoop ping responding
in rhyme considered creatively healthy
though garbled endeavor to explicate
duly cause for overlooking role
to enter inside open sesame a jar
communicate modest casual fashion trying knot to mar
ma duke king chances dressing
dishabille prove hike kin use acumen
interest, language skills and technologically spar
using graphical user interface programs
to get unstuck from virtual feathery tar.

Iambic pentameter doth not constitute traditional
standard genre for a debtor
I see no reason with rhyme
why non-conformist modus operandi
cannot serve mode to communicate pursuit
as computer repair technician and letterman go getter,
which honest to goodness confession
hopefully affects against
other respondents at least a bit better.

This pure breed mud half blood muggle prince
bona fide seeker for challenging income
does reckon following poetic way
not necessarily follows formalities
to reply as most would readily say,
yet why adhere to conformity,
whereby paradigm frowns on creative er ray
which atypical modus operandi
to reply positive job I pray
even if outcome offering interest turns out to be nay
perhaps because mien hometown
since these words written
about tree doze zen
leafy miles north West
of Philadelphia frito band eat toe lay.

LivingSocial within southeastern
Montgomery County, Pennsylvania
the general domain since birth
resume may (quite slim
as jail grub gruel) may show dearth
yet hie decided to resort with verse a tile tactic
induce sing byte size mirth
of requisite (sought after) technical expertise,
I do possess the attributes well worth.

If you might allow me to boast
blithely use iambic pentameter to coast
maybe opportunity to eradicate
re: exorcise binary elusive ghost
offer bytes of helpful information from pc host
with brio and confidence, I respond to post.

So...without further ado I will slightly brag
to tell ability conduct ding understand DOS
no longer necessary
to abort, cancel, and restart
mission to program one's way thru virtual crag
manage common passé system utilities
(back in the day,
when technology cradled
analogous to baby during their infancy)
such as scan disk and defrag
installed, resolved dsl issues, performed
scan-disk and troubleshooting glitches
viz yule eyes basic
removal of DOS files, installation
and/or removal of hardware
likewise uninstalling software, running registry sweeps
in an attempt to remove bugs and errors
cause zing machine to cough and gag,
which invariably abends processes as downloading,
sending, uploading, et cetera to lag
gently goading an overloaded old nag,
who if an aged horse versus actual human,
would warrant sweat wicked off brow with rag
and if chance smiles on further consideration
like happy pup his/her tail will wag.

Oh...and by the way
(gnome hatter a no...no and taboo topic de jure),
I would accept a starting
and/or negotiable salary as starting wage
in an effort to support self proclaimed sage,
whose role can double up as court jester, joker, or page
hopeful poetic synopsis offers favorable gauge
in tandem enriching fount
of knowledge (initially
courtesy COMPAQ PRESARIO)
as revolutionary in 1999 as yours truly
more valuable than fine spun gold at advanced age.

Y'all might think this reply balderdash and rot
which may matter bo diddly squat
no matter I herald from royalty with salient strengths
as being a prestigious scott
butta ma sta harris
does not smoke *****,
nor drink from a chamber ***
and student of establishment he is not
one to boast about knick knack
paddy whack…to craft a bon mot,
yet moxie by maxima proxy this poet doth got
might elicit salient characteristics similar to a humanoid bot
and, oh by the way,
I lived in montgomery county, Pennsylvania
some year’s quite a-lot.

Good day from: harmless, hapless, handless mad man Matthew Harris.

As subtle obvious from the above burst
this non quit ting chap doth tick and cursed
with avidity, cupidity, electricity durst
to flout conformity, and will when a Hearst
coffin dost bear me away,
lest cremation mine ashes get dis pursed
aspiring to wax poetic fur better or wurst.

In Love With Words

Carte blanche,
this scrivener bandies, exercises,
and indulges inexplicable gravitas
drooling, extolling, and fielding greatness,
frothing handily, indubitably jinxed,
linkedin as some lingual philanderer,
which oral *******,
this sensate being suckles figuratively das *****
sans mother tongue i.e. english language
unbeknownst to this cobbler,
dabbler and fiddler (on the roof) with rhetoric,
why those twenty six letters constituting
sole lingua franca known to him,
admittedly beheld captivate, fascinated,
genuflecting, highhandedly
inflated educated cerebral cortex
aflame with fiery passion
asper language affianced to himself,
liberal minded radiant, redolent and rudimentary scribe,
who would book chartered flight per voluminous Goddess
to the ends of the Earth demonstrating,
hallucinating and punctuating affinity,
cupidity energetically gravitating ingratiation
knowingly manumission only pleases queen rhetoric,
she thrives unequivocally
viz usually warbling xeroxed yapping
zestfully, amorously and beatifically,
charming dame, entrances fixation, germinating hypnosis,
idyllically juicing kinetic love
mister nonestablishmentarian obliquely producing
quintessential rhapsodies, sonnets, rhyme less threnody
uber veneration towards prosaic radiant, redolent romantic
in tryst ting worthily winsome weaver
doth frigate gently heaves illustrious, joyous, kindness
livingsocial, merrily opportunistically profligate
overlooking many averse trait
viz zit ting this absolute zero
nasty and short brute, cheating discrete envoy,
fantasizing glorious hedonistic insurmountable jazzed ken,
when, even as a haploid male or female germ cell
able to unite with another of the opposite ***
engendered genetically inherent kickstarter mature oldster
quacking sociological product tete a tete paramour the prose
Dot com follower tis reason aye wrote this poem.

written more than two dozen
***** deeds done dirt cheap years ago.
when we (the writer of these words
and his then young family)
own our first computer,
a state of the art
COMPAQ PRESSARIO
with then revolutionary Windows 98.

sum may kin sitter me a phunny poe it
and stop reading at this point to exit
lest they become fit
to be tied
and also zat i majored in engleesh lit
that an allusion based on me wit.

at deux score plus eel leaven years young
this book loving man a culled mwm
squeezed to the utmost
like some dishtowel handsomely wrung
which oral appurtenance takes
lock, stock & barrel
of teeth re: lower and upper rung
spews perceptions in his trademark fashion
noah mutter he gets stung
climbing the vocal virtual ladder
to the uppermost tier only
(and might be interpreted
as that historical Oedipus complex
by Sigmund Freud/ Carl Jung
which former father of psychoanalysis
attributed mucho woe to being well hung
like named olympian personification sisyphus)
upon the tarmac to be flung
yet this balladeer foresees
that someone could read my odes
which must rank as pure dung.

this neo nonconformist
quirky cover letter of sorts
conveys an itty bitty
raw bit size actual work experience
(from this older
mister mom who lives west
of the philadelphia city)
nonetheless, i hanker
(NOT to be confused with HACKER)
which prompts the following ditty
moi computer trouble shooting abilities
some may ascribe as nitty gritty
on a par with
the secret life of one walter mitty
whom destiny protected and took pity
merely meant to be silly
yet also an attempt to be witty.

thus...to preface the following windy reply
let me state the obvious that i like to write
ideally a thought provoking diatribe versus
some string of words rather trite
where pythagorean theorem
applies to triangles right
which verbose verbiage tends
to be long winded
and vaguely understood quite
and the perfect panacea
if in deed ye suffer from insomnia
this verbose trenchant query
will help thee sleep peacefully at night
as ofttimes occurs from the likes
of this middle aged/
medieval rusty olde ordinary knight
whose physique (albeit slender
and healthy body mass index)
ranks a boot average in height.

i confess to being a pure breed muddied
half blood muggle prince
and bona fide seeker for employment
does reckon the following poetic way
not necessarily follows the formalities
to reply as most would readily say
yet why adhere to conformity,
which paradigm frowns on creative a tay
which atypical modus operandi to reply
a positive reply and job i pray
even if the outcome
per offering spurious interest
turns out to be nay
from this perch where mien
hometown west of philadelphia
da anonymous, eponymous, humorous holistic
frito bandito doth lay
who frequently dons
his mask of incognito on any given day
e'en those dawg dayz of summer
when the beats the earth into clay.

anyway to shift
figurative gears ever since mine birth
may show subpar academic performance
and immediate thin work history i.e. dearth
no matter borne
upon the horn of plenty
sans this planet earth
yet decided to resort
to verse to induce a byte size mirth
the travails and calculus o life reflected
with a thin nada so grueling resume
of requisite (sought after) technical expertise,
i do possess the attributes well worth.

this doodling non-banjo dueling
dromedary deliverance seeking dude
and (to be truthful
mister mom) - quite versatile
doth admit who owns a far out mien
frequently feeling moody blue
thinking to join the blue oyster cult
akin to some psychedelic wrought tile
(as scrawled with graffiti
on the funky subway walls --
echoing the sounds of silence)
likened to hip-hop
snoop doggy reservoir dawgs
far out with inxs style
p'raps game to be
one pince nez wearing pinch hitter
from this guy noir receptive
for a suspenseful
seat of the pants riveting movie
who hales from this home town
where people enjoy
to chit chat about inane topics
avoiding controversial materiel that doth rile
a boot which 98 windows t'will open
and googling an awesome vista
or caterwauling exploring snowy leopard
or net nearly s'caped fiery fox
maybe dis one or dat large cats
to help thee feel groovy
per to hire one aspiring aged hippy kat
maintaining equipoise
every virtual green day mile.

no way no how
would this nonestablishmentarian
be mistaken for a chippendale
who just for the record
lives west from philadelphia over hill n dale
hoop ping that fate can be massaged
to summon forth something
akin to the holy grail
boot in the corporeal essence of a human gal
moost hearty and hale
with a tendency toward
vegetarian diet of worms
including leafy greens let us and kale
to help keep healthy as an ox *****,
this garden varietal,
generic germane, married male.

if you might just allow me to boast
and blithely use iambic pentameter to coast
maybe even given the opportunity to eradicate
re: exorcise any binary ghost
offers bytes of helpful
information from this pc host
hence this response to the online post.

so...without further ado i will slightly brag
to tell of an ability to conduct understand dos
from thee microelectronic
various nooks and crag
manage common system utilities
such as plucking tweezer
like bits of floating digital flotsam
and jetsam within mine cranium
tooling with thee ac/dc charged registry,
scan disk and defrag
installed, resolved dsl issues,
performed scan-disk
and troubleshooting glitches
such as applying commands
sans removal of dos files,
installation and/or extraction of error
causing hardware or software to flag
likewise uninstalling software,
running registry sweeps
in an attempt to remove bugs and errors
that cause this machine
to cough and gag
akin to the sputtering
of some hypothetical wizened old hag
invariably causing processes as downloading,
sending, uploading, et cetera to lag
if chance smiles on further consideration
like a happy pup his tail
for her/his master will wag.

thar this syncopated cap'n
of the english language blows
and offers a smattering
of moi yam bic samples
that t'will finding ye
in a deep rem cycle snoring doze
from dis ordinary fella who travels
via some harris tweed scottish floor mat
so...without further ado
about nuttin here goes...
like the great blue whale
whose water spout analogous hose
from that trade mark
porpoise less finicky dolphin
known as bottle nose
easily confused with the poor pose.

the above bit of personal
palaver i.e. poetic pablum
merely meant to convey
an atypical manner from this older mwm
with some follicles of gray
who enjoys temperatures
akin to basking in the sun during
those warm months of april or may
unless being chased
by some ferocious beast of prey
i readily admit
not to be a marathon runner
hoping said golem like creature will
(upon my stern request) stay
nor does this generic guy participate
in any competitive sports type
this son of a gunner
who accepts that he doth
newt necessarily always get his way
unless he changes his name
to **** jagger thus getting
whatever he wants - yea.

so...via me own patois brand
d'ya still need a literary hand
joost thought to inquire if a job i kin land
ideally with a reputable brand.

get ready and set
to put down your pontoon boat
per this reply to brook
ratter than shriek upon first blush
at this rather verbose lengthy email
perchance taking a cursory look
my hum blessed apology
for what might read
as pure unadulterated gobbledygook
if spoken over the phone or close
by might make me sound
like some babbling kook.

boot...boy oh boi would this pa
be enthralled to reside in this faux pas reel
or virtual quadrant of the world
and mebbe e'en earn me some substantial buck
perhaps such a fate would become
my pioneer esprit d' corps sunny
whose tongue would
(like a flipper) manifest destiny
twirled inside his mouth evoking noisome cluck
if this guy noir properly
lines up his gull able quaking duck
yet due to the uncertainty principle
(known in me noggin as flux)
and perhaps a positive out come
will take place with gathering angels
atop a pin to pool me lucky charms of luck
versus being trapped
in vices of mires and muck
evoking that swan song of harp strings
one bad **** bard of Belmont Hills pluck
envisioning even performing task manually
serving the role
whose lithe fingers corn shuck
or being a test driver
for eco-friendly cars, planes, or truck
which t'would putt
a screeching halt to the penury yuck.

this fettered displeasing situation i would gladly trade
which life drab, hopeless, lackluster
and essentially rather staid
if all and/or most
of the relocation costs would be paid
this prospecting/prospective employee
would consider packing his hobbit sized
bill bowed bowling green bags
for said plans to get made
yet only scrutiny of me credentials
will determine if this
generic guy noir makes the grade
and if this older papa
then of deux prepubescent daughters
considered no challenges he will be afraid.

my assertive, contemplative, decisive, elusive, furtive, introspective motive and pensive personal predilections could be perfect for ascertaining and scrutinizing the quarks that seem to aggravate any user of technology.

nonetheless and despite responding in a most non-conventional/ non-establishmentarian formalistic manner, this netizen plows (with his furrowed brow) full stanley steam ahead.

anyway, i real lee downplay
TOOT ting my own horn
from this jimmy crack corn
from a kernel borne.

GAINFUL EMPLOYMENT QUEST

pixar could nada pay enough for this trainer
of apple chomping antz anew
so i wonder if any chance whisker of employment
thru this contrived virtual toy story
qua ratatouille poetic brew
could materialize into a likely chance
such an idea generates me to shrek out
with excitement and dance
just in case a glimmer of some prospect exists
for this self anointed bard
and one who dislikes formality
of Belmont Hills
now presents his
(very obsolete) technical skills
which he hopes to enhance
hence, this chap offers
his following poetic expression to take a glance
and mebbe help this intuitive
**** sapiens per
his income to expand too en-hance
which byte size bit torrent humor
might cause ye to soil your pants
after misinterpreting this mishmash
as some rave and rants
per even a part time need exists
please let me so of some positive stance
with subtle intent as worth hiring,
to sway some au currant
series electronic charge
and ideally affect hypnotic trance.

i betcha never gotta a reply like a this
iambic pentameter electronic wire
from a boyish looking
blood muggle father up in years
(whose nonpareil courage
to face Voldemort never does tire)
and two grade school girls
would consider him a worthy hire
less so to rake in gobs of money,
but to satiate nearly
unquenchable hunger and thirst
for further (ahem)
bits of computer know how to acquire.

no matter how many miles by car
(actually your company might be
within dead man walking distance)
this opportunity would not be considered to far
also hoop ping that responding in rhyme
being considered nada mar
to use my acumen and interest
and technologically spar
using graphical user interface programs
to get unstuck from virtual feathery tar.

iambic pentameter might not constitute
traditional standard genre for a cover letter
i see no reason with rhyme why
my own non-conformist modus operandi
cannot serve as me
own mode to communicate pursuit
as a computer repair technician go getter
which honest to goodness confession
might seem cheesy from this guy who like cheddar
and hopefully affects positive virtual impression
from other respondents at least a bit better.

by the way i would accept a starting
and/or negotiable salary as a starting wage
in an effort to support this self proclaimed sage
whose role can double up
as a court jester, joker, or page
hopeful this poetic synopsis offers a favorable gauge
and in tandem enriching
my fount of knowledge
more valuable at this advanced age.

y'all might think this reply balderdash and rot
which may matter bo diddly squat
no matter i herald from royalty
with salient strengths
as being a prestigious scott
butta mister harris nada gangsta rapper
sustained by a diet of worms
and an aperitif of kumquat

boot he does not smoke *****
nor drink from a chamber ***
and a student of the establishment he is not
who lives in narberth going on
oh quite many years that = quite a lot
yet moxie by proxy
this poet then of Belmont Hills doth got
and might elicit salient characteristics
similar to a salient humanoid bot
hoop ping if nuttin else
jew goot to chuckle alot.