Park weeds

 The weeds have grown a foot out of the pavement.
They wave me and wave me out.
They green and they seedy flower stout.
Their roots deep inside pavement cracks.

The road running poser never notices,
Or even looks back.
He doesn't thank God for this little park.
He just keeps running as if we cared.

The brilliant long blades of grass.
reach upward so gracefully.
But just so that my hands can pull.
That I can uproot them and throw them beyond.

So that the curb can be clear.
All the way down clean and ordered.
Oh my smile oh my relief.
Just getting it all smooth.

But I found it on the driveway

 I took the cellphone from off of the driveway,
I am a seven year old lost boy.

I cradled it carefully in my hands,
My new obsession, my new toy.

I hid for hours as mother cooked,
As brother studied his vengeance books.

I gleefully played with the screen,
checking apps feeling like a teen.

I hid it from every oncoming eye,
This would be purely mine.

A strange call came from up the street,
A child was going door to door.
Dread hit my heart and carried me.
It wasn't my phone I couldn't ignore.

I would have to give the thing over

Self Old Self Young

Self old= I told myself- There are so many things you need to improve on. It's been so long. where are you feeling most of your pain.
Self young= I'm not in pain.
Old -Then why are my memories so full of pain.
Young- Because you couldn't stand yourself.
Old- Why?
Young- You wanted to be good at everything, I wasn't ready.
Old- But that was you too, wasn't it?
Young- Only the part that eventually became you. The piece that no longer fits.
Old- So what is your current anxiety.
Young- You know what it is don't make me say it.
Old- Oh yeah then. Can I give you the guide then?
Young- You know I'll probably keep doing whatever feels right.
Old- Sure, we still do that sometimes.
Young- Okay say it.
Old- Cut all your peers off. Focus on clean friends, only one or two, tolerate their stupid jokes. Learn from them. Stay at your focus- writing and languages. Reading and maybe law. Stay away from drinking and smoking you will find out the only people who do that type thing arrive way later.
Young- what do you mean arrive?
Old- Get to your position of growth.
Young- Why is that important?
Old- Because you can stop trying and start doing. It works out real well. things become natural. Those jarring anxieties dissolve almost completely.
Young- Impossible!
Old- Certainly not impossible, as soon as you stop playing their game and start playing your own one, you will build mastery and you will know who you are.

All round suspicion

 If I empty the contents of my mind upon the page,
you read.
You might just blush and turn away from me.
I may not find you ever again, as you may avoid me, like you do the rain.

Those turns of the head and eyes that suspect.
These things smooth out with everyday respect.

I don't want to let the fit of your disguise interrupt what is happening.
The day you dream bubbled in fear- don't reach out and tap me.

Let me be appropriate and tell you what is true.
Life is full of choices and if the current ones fell through.
Then you gotta reconfigure and let in the new.

Who will love you thoroughly later.
So in need of a stimulator.

Jefferson Nicholas

  A young 26 year old politician making waves in the conservative party. In Brasilia the political center of Brazil. He had used every resource possible to get himself where he was. For the most part he was reasonably honest. Just a little vindictive.

2014 Something forms.
Chapter 1 

Jefferson drank down his last mouthful.
"See you guys in the Plenary tomorrow." Jeff said.
His colleagues waved to him. Antonio followed him out.
Jeff waved Antonio over. "Come ride with me. We have many things to talk about."
They began to talk about the increased pressure to tow the party line.
Signs of corruption were starting to become more evident. The shapes of schemes.

They drove down an avenue parallel to the city's lake. 
Antonio in his late thirties, his face showing signs of aging already.
"We can't stay out of their schemes, we just need to learn how to play their game better than them."
"Antonio, you don't get it. If it's their game it can never be your game." Grinning his young face full of cocky self satisfaction.
"That's all good and proper, but aren't you afraid they'll get to you. And if they do, they'll probably go after more than just your cooperation."

There was a long silence, they drove back toward the city.
"Where should my driver leave you Antonio?"
"Leave me near Planaltina. I have a friend I need to talk to there."
"A little rough isn't it..."

Before Antonio answered the question bullets came into the windshield. The bullet proofing stopped them from coming through.
The car screamed to a stop. The driver pulled a pistol.
"You guys stay here in the car, I'll go see who shot at us."
"Bad idea Edilson. Just get us out of here!" Jefferson screamed.
"I can't drive the windscreen is too cracked. I can't see a thing." Edilson the driver said.
Edilson opened the driver door, hands came out of nowhere pulling him away.
A man pointed his assault rifle inside the cabin of the car at Antonio and Jefferson.
"You are going to hand over your phones and credit cards boys, or you'll die here in the back of this car." 
Jeff and Antonio handed all, of their cards over.
The man called over his friend who had a mobile card reader. They started swiping the cards and stealing the funds.
A few minutes later they threw a trembling bloody Edilson back into the vehicle.
"I told you stay in the fucking car Edilson. Now look at you?"
Antonio put his hand Jeff's shoulder in a gesture of calm.
"I'm sorry" jefferson said. "Take us home."

Sushi on the office desk

 Sushi clothes will I undress
Errands filling the day dark green
Barrel fulls of rollable protein
Good nutrition pouring onto the table

Wrapped than squeezed into rolls like cables
With the contents of of the fields and the sea
Snacking on these stacks of snacks frequently
Silvery dark paper mande from flattened algae

Sushi flows out like a creek
Sushi opens mouths that speak
What sushi says to me is
Life is short wrap it up delicately

cut your slice of sovereignty

Where's my fuel

 It's all flat, the page is blank
There's fire where there should just be fuel
I need it to be the stockpiled fuel
Ready to put my spark into the accelerant

Just sweet liquid creativity 
And I'm a guzzler
I'm a streaking havoc 
Blazing tongues rising

the fire's dying down
I need it to be stoked
that transition for embers
Before the diappear into cinder

Yes unending fuel and heat
Burn working it's way through
Until the flickering points of fire
Form letters into words