H is taking a journey.
I will be traveling on and along the Appalachian Trail for about three month. It will be a fun, challenging exploration, but also quite long and arduous. Hopefully, there will be a few posts every so often, but chances are likely that I will be unable to post somewhat consistently again [...]
ATTN: READERS OF H ISRAEL ZISKIND
Technological Age
I’ve checked my email five times-
out of convenience-
waiting for you to write an angry email,
expecting digital hellfire…
I am constantly left wondering:
if someone read that thing I posted?
if someone understood?
Did anyone I know see that picture?
that poem?
Will I get a response?A commendation?
An exile?
Will I be patronized- or
vilified, expatriotized-
deified? Will this be an
adequate measure of my soul?
for [...]
This Is How I Tell That No One Is Listening Anymore
I keep feeling the ghost of your hand
the specter of feeling, a pit in my palm
black-hot emptiness and a freedom
which never emancipates
She continually walks away
I think of the womb when we take showers together
this is how I know I am meant to be a monk
Beads of water lay a oubliette on my face
masked only by [...]
My Frame Of Reference Exceeds The Picture It Frames
I want them to launch me towards the sun
Put me in a coffee cup, or a tin drum
It matters only where I’m going,
and not where I’m from.
On the sun, all elements turn vapor
My ego will burn up before I get my life down on paper
but my soul will be satisfied, all-knowing;
Baptismal fire, emancipator.
My second coming [...]
Update, News, Kitten Contest
Hello faithful readers. Some news and such to bide the time.
The new apartment is working out. Yesterday, the ceiling over my room caved in, but I got a kitten. She is orange, like me, and Mike Millions found her behind the Jerk Hut. My kitten’s sister lives in Million’s room, [...]
The Stoned-assed, Drunken, Laughing Bodhisatva
He wakes up in a pile of dust
We invite him to breakfast, but he doesn’t eat meat
He disappears, and comes back later as a cat
He locks himself inside for hours and emerges laughing
smoke like clouds surround his head
and his feet float zen-like a foot above the ground
He makes flowers grow in the ghetto
He buys fourties [...]
Sleep On Couches And On Floors With Younger Girls
When you die, they don’t let you jerk off
I found this out the hard way, with pink needles
black eyeshadow and hand-rolled cigarettes.
There is no catharsis like death, and no birth like rebirth
I found this out by taking out my body in a crash
the fires consumed it, a house caught
I watched in the ghetto with an [...]
