Confessions of a Human Nerve Ending

Originally written shortly after the protest in 2003, an audio of this was broadcast on KUNM on the year anniversary of the war's inception. Hopefully, reasons for writing about this will become fewer and fewer. The Day the War Began.             Three deep and two dozen across, the Albuquerque police department blocked eastbound Central Avenue. They wore Army fatigues, gas masks and helmets, held black batons, yet had no badges or name tags that identified each as a person, an individual. Judging from the surrounding army of police cars and police horses, and the four cruisers that closed Central further to the east, their function was clear. Not only do the authorities want to silence dissent, but they want to keep those not politically vocal from becoming aware of dissent at all.             One of the cops held what looked like a toy water cannon and swung it back and fo...

I'll try my hand at villanelle. Haiku, Sonnet, Sestina, and Pantoum, some lines work, the others not so well. It's not as if I'm not fond of form. So I wait, only to sit, confused, in this bare room. I'll try my hand at villanelle. In the background, there's music, a busy road, and the air is warm Mindy moves around me, sweeping with a straw broom, Some lines work, the others not so well. Writing lines out of order is usually not my norm, but out of this planting, perhaps, please something bloom. I'll try my hand at villanelle. The task is clear; the words transform Is this for me or something I give to whom?  Some lines work, the others not so well. So dear poet, do you hope to start a swarm, a piece of art to ponder and to groom?  I'll try my hand at villanelle. Some lines work, the others not so well. March 12, 2011

            Under the white hospital gown, I am wearing underwear and I'm waiting for the Doctor. The room is bare; next to the ceiling a small digital video camera is trained down to film my next interaction.               Despite what it looks like, I'm not a patient and I'm not really visiting a doctor. No: I'm a standardized patient at the university medical school, and am administering a test to medical students. Today, I'm a patient with a "Duodenal ulcer" and I'm in a lot of pain.             As third-year students, they are to interview me, obtain a relevant medical history, perform a simple diagnostic examination, make an initial diagnosis, explain a treatment plan, and do it all within 15 minutes while I grudgingly answer and make sure they understand how much pain I'm in.     ...

I imagine at the time, that other Jazz heads, thought him egocentric, when he put his picture on the cover right next to: Da Vinci, Copernicus, Pythagorus, Galileo, and Tycho Brahe. He wasn't even a Renaissance figure or scientist, but Heliocentric was the theme, and listening, you wonder how “out there” he must have been. The more I listen, the more I believe he just might've been an alien. I know words like "dissonance," "asyncopation," "space," "exploration" must've been regular ways he communicated with his band. "Go there brother. Feel it brother." This is not jazz for massage; this is jazz to drop a hit of acid to, smoke some tea, dim the lights, turn it up really loud, and just float. It's the sound of empty space, where the only sound is the various sounds, you think you hear. You don't hear them, because it is space and space is a largely a vacuum, but your brain, always li...

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Track 5 on Charles Mingus' Let My Children Hear Music Arranged by Charles Mingus and dictated to Bobby Jones. Conducted by Sy Johnson. ·          1,7: September 23, 1971, New York City ·          5: September 30, 1971, New York City ·          3: October 1, 1971, New York City ·          4: September 23-November 18, 1971, New York City ·          6,2: November 18, 1971, New York City With Lonnie Hillyer, Joe Wilder, Snooky Young, & Jimmy Nottingham - trumpet Julius Watkins - French horn Bobby Jones & James Moody - tenor sax Charles McCracken - cello Charles McPherson & Jerry Dodgion- alto sax Sir Roland Hanna & Jaki Byard- piano Jimmy Knepper - trombone Charles Mingus, Ron Carter, Richard Davis, & Milt Hinton - bass Dannie Richmond - drums ...

Narrow Follow me here. What if Einstein was right, is right, may forever be right and we inhabit an infinite number of universes? Get used to that word. Infinite. Infinite. numberless it just keeps going in all directions for all time. Good...and what if we're in the one, the uni verse, that knows the future. We don't start shit, we just bet on what's gonna happen. Always. So even if you are not involved, you predict the future quite a bit, that's you, your superpower if you will and you're right a lot of the time. Thus, you believe that you control the future. There is harm or be not harm, that's it. No exceptions. There is harm or be not harm, that's it. No exceptions, cause that is the only way to get off this place...with infinitely infinite variables. Do you see where this is headed? We can bomb or not bomb; we can shoot or not shoot; we can watch or not watch; we are the computer. We're the universe waking to ourselves...

1 Physical exam white coat, latex gloves cough please, bend over 2 If I plucked a fresh flower to mean I love you. There would be none left. 3 Above,  the snow falls. Here it spots the street as rain. Nature answers why. 4 This I know, my dad has prostate cancer, and I struggle with goodbye. 5 I didn't read your Alibi haiku, but I wrapped my dishes with it. 6 Still masturbating. Though now at forty, I find getting hard, harder. 7 Sex with me is like laying on a basketball for thirty seconds. 8 Look as this strange shape. My belly is birthed from beer. Lots and lots of beer. 9 Raven clucks his tongue. Computer beeps its hello. Two sounds this morning. 10 What a hangover! Even the constellations are really bright.