chopready
Warm Sleet
Rain is gnawing in regular bites
At the edge of the roof outside
My window does not open but the close
Sound is in my head
The hiss of my breath intrudes
The rhythm adjusts a beat
Between the air outside and here
I breathe through open teeth
Quietly to hear the sky descending
JM
Saturday, December 30, 2006
Friday, December 29, 2006
Clench
chopready
Clench
Foriegners, lousy foriegners
Never speak to me in funny language
I don't know you so be apparent
Act predictably, do what I expect
I will not know you beyond foriegn
My mind is made up and small
I don't think about all of us
Very few actually and mostly me
My hate, my fear, my ignorance
If I don't keep this, who will I be?
JM
Clench
Foriegners, lousy foriegners
Never speak to me in funny language
I don't know you so be apparent
Act predictably, do what I expect
I will not know you beyond foriegn
My mind is made up and small
I don't think about all of us
Very few actually and mostly me
My hate, my fear, my ignorance
If I don't keep this, who will I be?
JM
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Travel / Lodge
Travel / Lodge
Taking little prayer walks in wheels
While sitting, not touching the road
All the way home
Where a little spot waits for walking
Where leaving without wheels leaves room
For many steps, befor returning
To a little prayer of steps
Taken alone to touch the floor
Savoring a lipless word yet heard
In each our own
JM
Taking little prayer walks in wheels
While sitting, not touching the road
All the way home
Where a little spot waits for walking
Where leaving without wheels leaves room
For many steps, befor returning
To a little prayer of steps
Taken alone to touch the floor
Savoring a lipless word yet heard
In each our own
JM
Sunday, December 10, 2006
Sniper College
Sniper College
Advance Rifle Training grounds explode,
Expand to include the shops, the 'hood
Circle of kill zone wider, brought home
At first just targets, laser or video games
Then recruits were authorized, recruits were mandatory
And training grounds were needed
Besides "..we're fighting a war against Evil
One person at a time..." -(GWB) and that's We
With a capitol
Everyone else is Evil, one at a time
JM
Advance Rifle Training grounds explode,
Expand to include the shops, the 'hood
Circle of kill zone wider, brought home
At first just targets, laser or video games
Then recruits were authorized, recruits were mandatory
And training grounds were needed
Besides "..we're fighting a war against Evil
One person at a time..." -(GWB) and that's We
With a capitol
Everyone else is Evil, one at a time
JM
Sunday, December 03, 2006
Nearly Full
chopready
Nearly Full
Believing in words to come out right
I string along again tonight
Body motions under a moon bright sky
Ripple clouds watch me stumble dance
Particular about a serious direction
Why I take my circles always given
Where I touch the ground
With all that covers it and it covers
Light steps and a lighter shadow
Believe the words for stride or walk
Can move with written talk again
Tonight where the moon is out
JM
Nearly Full
Believing in words to come out right
I string along again tonight
Body motions under a moon bright sky
Ripple clouds watch me stumble dance
Particular about a serious direction
Why I take my circles always given
Where I touch the ground
With all that covers it and it covers
Light steps and a lighter shadow
Believe the words for stride or walk
Can move with written talk again
Tonight where the moon is out
JM
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Staying Gone
chopready
Staying Gone
So the sight would remain
No sound at these ears
The quiet pair of birds glided
Clouds were much higher
Where the sun broke through, their wings
Were shining back and down to me
Once in a while flapping slow
So a moving sight would remain
When the pair had gone, flying away
From down here now
JM
Staying Gone
So the sight would remain
No sound at these ears
The quiet pair of birds glided
Clouds were much higher
Where the sun broke through, their wings
Were shining back and down to me
Once in a while flapping slow
So a moving sight would remain
When the pair had gone, flying away
From down here now
JM
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Clock Stand
Clock Stand
Too slow today while many wheels
Spin quickly, missing their teeth,
Not caring anyway whether they mesh
Just spinning knowing that often enough
The big wheels slant and tip
The turning bitten by many teeth
Whether slanted, tipping or missing
Just spinning and bumping the time
The climb of one chain on another
The links all opening to bite
JM
Too slow today while many wheels
Spin quickly, missing their teeth,
Not caring anyway whether they mesh
Just spinning knowing that often enough
The big wheels slant and tip
The turning bitten by many teeth
Whether slanted, tipping or missing
Just spinning and bumping the time
The climb of one chain on another
The links all opening to bite
JM
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Diet Tribe
chopready
Diet Tribe
To spew and chew this line is left
The agreed upon markings, right?
Not yet out loud but soon enough
A muttering of the short sound
We share a bite of word, but you
Must finally choose your food
JM
Diet Tribe
To spew and chew this line is left
The agreed upon markings, right?
Not yet out loud but soon enough
A muttering of the short sound
We share a bite of word, but you
Must finally choose your food
JM
Looking Back
Looking Back
There were real streams
And words were streams of streams
There were tall waves
And shorty me or so it seems, they fell
Not so tall from a distance
There was real sand
Less common than the hourglass kind
Which seems fast, close or distant
The real sand slow
Even looking back as a salty pillar
Of the community
Of a working ethos for junior
Of just regular salt that sees
How slowly even I was made
How much water goes all over
JM
There were real streams
And words were streams of streams
There were tall waves
And shorty me or so it seems, they fell
Not so tall from a distance
There was real sand
Less common than the hourglass kind
Which seems fast, close or distant
The real sand slow
Even looking back as a salty pillar
Of the community
Of a working ethos for junior
Of just regular salt that sees
How slowly even I was made
How much water goes all over
JM
Monday, November 06, 2006
Voter Registration
chopready
Don't vote to forget
The victims of election
Winners of our correction
None so fast can rebuild the past
Only our steadfast vigilence
Can last until the future
Don't vote to forget
The victims of election
Winners of our correction
None so fast can rebuild the past
Only our steadfast vigilence
Can last until the future
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Another Day
chopready
This is Sunday. An anniversary for me.
My poems are in a stack and when I read them I feel less than certain that they are chopready material.
I'll be writing this evening for sure. The keyboard is not too friendly as a device for creating these bits of brand name poetry. I like the pen and paper.
This is Sunday. An anniversary for me.
My poems are in a stack and when I read them I feel less than certain that they are chopready material.
I'll be writing this evening for sure. The keyboard is not too friendly as a device for creating these bits of brand name poetry. I like the pen and paper.
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Travellers Code
Travellers Code
Lost belief I thought I found
Some big enough and strong way
Lost among the many sounds
Never releasing language
Competing for signs all used and
Intertwined
I thought, I found, I heard
Another ground out walking
A solid motion moving
Another walker choosing a path
Smiling as we pass each other
Lost belief I thought I found
Some big enough and strong way
Lost among the many sounds
Never releasing language
Competing for signs all used and
Intertwined
I thought, I found, I heard
Another ground out walking
A solid motion moving
Another walker choosing a path
Smiling as we pass each other
Free Tickets
chopready
Free Tickets
I got to go when everybody
Stayed unchosen at home
Just like you, leaving home
Then leaving for the show
Where only the lucky go
yeah I went and never won't
I don't come back in any version
Of anybodys past
Where you don't either
You stay gone to living friends
Until arrival or visits
Or celebrations of different endings
Free Tickets
I got to go when everybody
Stayed unchosen at home
Just like you, leaving home
Then leaving for the show
Where only the lucky go
yeah I went and never won't
I don't come back in any version
Of anybodys past
Where you don't either
You stay gone to living friends
Until arrival or visits
Or celebrations of different endings
Saturday, October 28, 2006
Last sunday of October
chopready
Today is the last Sunday of October this year.
There was some consideration for switching the months this year but everyone just forgot about it like it never happened.
Maybe next year we will have a serious debate about things that matter but I'm not holding my breath. Probably more candidate shit...
Today is the last Sunday of October this year.
There was some consideration for switching the months this year but everyone just forgot about it like it never happened.
Maybe next year we will have a serious debate about things that matter but I'm not holding my breath. Probably more candidate shit...
Don't Look Here
chopready
Don't Look Here
I looked all night for the things
Which were always there
Hoping to bear witness with
My innocent stare
Looking for prizes or something rich
Caught my attention
Just before it switched
The pleasant haze turned murky
The bushes sprouted knives
A bearded woman screamed
A pretty woman leaned on the horn
Another and another woman leaped
Then left the one in a heap
Myself, running, no longer innocent
Guilty of looking away
JM
Don't Look Here
I looked all night for the things
Which were always there
Hoping to bear witness with
My innocent stare
Looking for prizes or something rich
Caught my attention
Just before it switched
The pleasant haze turned murky
The bushes sprouted knives
A bearded woman screamed
A pretty woman leaned on the horn
Another and another woman leaped
Then left the one in a heap
Myself, running, no longer innocent
Guilty of looking away
JM
Friday, October 27, 2006
Thursday, October 26, 2006
chopready
chopready
Row By Row
A blend of colored seeds
To grow and be buried then show
Another color and many stalks
Tipping in wind they start to walk away
Who watches and walks together
Grown in every weather and rain
Showered with dust and another grain
So finally holding one away from one
But just a temporary arrangement
Solid for a day and running liquid into night
A blend united each stopping just for now
To be seperate as one
Or together as all the rest
10-21-06 JM
Row By Row
A blend of colored seeds
To grow and be buried then show
Another color and many stalks
Tipping in wind they start to walk away
Who watches and walks together
Grown in every weather and rain
Showered with dust and another grain
So finally holding one away from one
But just a temporary arrangement
Solid for a day and running liquid into night
A blend united each stopping just for now
To be seperate as one
Or together as all the rest
10-21-06 JM
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Ultimate
chopready
The ultimate profiteer in this war on freedom is to hire out supplying information. The money is FAT! in this country for "watching suspects". First, get a suspect. Try not to make it a friend, it could get ugly, then collect, fabricate, create or otherwise develop a juicy package for whoever you can find to give it to. An array of suspects and a simple to obtain Private Investigator liscense will assure you a good and steady income.
Good Luck! And happy people hunting, Killem' Tiger!
The ultimate profiteer in this war on freedom is to hire out supplying information. The money is FAT! in this country for "watching suspects". First, get a suspect. Try not to make it a friend, it could get ugly, then collect, fabricate, create or otherwise develop a juicy package for whoever you can find to give it to. An array of suspects and a simple to obtain Private Investigator liscense will assure you a good and steady income.
Good Luck! And happy people hunting, Killem' Tiger!
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Terror rule #12
chopready
Terror Rule #12
Kids! And others, when a bad teacher or Secret Service agent or just a scary person with a goofy I D takes one of your friends away, pull the fire alarm. Then inform the first friendly grown-up you see why you did it. Help us help President Bush keep people from disappearing.
If your friend remains kidnapped for the whole fire drill, tell several adults. Friends don't let friends disappear. Good luck!
Terror Rule #12
Kids! And others, when a bad teacher or Secret Service agent or just a scary person with a goofy I D takes one of your friends away, pull the fire alarm. Then inform the first friendly grown-up you see why you did it. Help us help President Bush keep people from disappearing.
If your friend remains kidnapped for the whole fire drill, tell several adults. Friends don't let friends disappear. Good luck!
Pirates
Pirates
A soveriegnty invaded
Degraded for years.
Weakened by "no fly zones"
We're too smart to battle
A worthy adversary
Piece by piece, person by person
Then the overwhelming firepower-
Citizens scared shitless
Retaliating with crude weapons.
Curiously we call it terrorism
The Leader has little to say
He hides. Appears. Hides again
Spewing rhetoric
The party line. Forgive. Sacrifice.
Our people.
We need money for war
And profiteers
A soveriegnty invaded
Degraded for years.
Weakened by "no fly zones"
We're too smart to battle
A worthy adversary
Piece by piece, person by person
Then the overwhelming firepower-
Citizens scared shitless
Retaliating with crude weapons.
Curiously we call it terrorism
The Leader has little to say
He hides. Appears. Hides again
Spewing rhetoric
The party line. Forgive. Sacrifice.
Our people.
We need money for war
And profiteers
Breeze/ Birds, Bugs, Other
chopready
Breeze/ Birds, Bugs, Other
Crawling hopping flying beings
The leaves by leaving
Give their water back to sticks and trunks
Give their water up to eyes and mem-brains
Which all remember summer
Only light and starlight, too, will move the life around
When each leaf feels the best light is shone
It will wait alone
Maybe soon, maybe tomorrow
(Bugs, Birds...beings)
A little more changing, Life for life.
When it's the breeze, especially wind
The twigs and bark lean back and forth
Giving the leaf some life, water...sap stuff
Plenty for the extended fall
Taken by wind. And a quick fall
Given back slowly by creatures
When the wind is still or even stars covered by clouds
Not moving, still moving leaf water, stored daylight
Into more moving up the branch down the trunk
Into the easy ground, easily found, sunken by cold air
Quite open, also knowing, each warm shine is rare today, this year
Again.
JM 10-24-6
Breeze/ Birds, Bugs, Other
Crawling hopping flying beings
The leaves by leaving
Give their water back to sticks and trunks
Give their water up to eyes and mem-brains
Which all remember summer
Only light and starlight, too, will move the life around
When each leaf feels the best light is shone
It will wait alone
Maybe soon, maybe tomorrow
(Bugs, Birds...beings)
A little more changing, Life for life.
When it's the breeze, especially wind
The twigs and bark lean back and forth
Giving the leaf some life, water...sap stuff
Plenty for the extended fall
Taken by wind. And a quick fall
Given back slowly by creatures
When the wind is still or even stars covered by clouds
Not moving, still moving leaf water, stored daylight
Into more moving up the branch down the trunk
Into the easy ground, easily found, sunken by cold air
Quite open, also knowing, each warm shine is rare today, this year
Again.
JM 10-24-6
Monday, October 23, 2006
Off The Stones
chopready
Off The Stones
I get unreal, that's not true
Touching piles of rock
Ordinary stacks that call themselves
Church, Temple, House..
I get outside of this dream of flight
Standing on the face of walls
My feet remain alive
I am not bird or bug
This heart can still call home
My voice is not listening alone
The cage of my skin won't crack
Yet doesn't hold me in
So far I lose track of stones
Off The Stones
I get unreal, that's not true
Touching piles of rock
Ordinary stacks that call themselves
Church, Temple, House..
I get outside of this dream of flight
Standing on the face of walls
My feet remain alive
I am not bird or bug
This heart can still call home
My voice is not listening alone
The cage of my skin won't crack
Yet doesn't hold me in
So far I lose track of stones
Sunday, October 15, 2006
Be all Christian or leave
chopready
The new religious right
Not new but as right as rain.
Nobody would be stupid enough to take on
The one true God.
Come on. They tried it and just look at their unburied dead.
Those poor bastards believe NOW!
And the women, too!
The new religious right
Not new but as right as rain.
Nobody would be stupid enough to take on
The one true God.
Come on. They tried it and just look at their unburied dead.
Those poor bastards believe NOW!
And the women, too!
The Un Candidate
My Platform
Since NOBODY will say it.
I hereby do not "support th' Troops"
There !
I must have the biggest balls in Amerikkka!
But really.
There's no choice about it.
We all support the WAR.
Even if you manage to divorce your boy or girlfriend,
you'll support.
Even if you die trying not to, your estate will support the troops and your children not yet born will.
So all the politicians wasting breath saying they support can skip it.
Everybody knows you support the God damned troops already.
Since NOBODY will say it.
I hereby do not "support th' Troops"
There !
I must have the biggest balls in Amerikkka!
But really.
There's no choice about it.
We all support the WAR.
Even if you manage to divorce your boy or girlfriend,
you'll support.
Even if you die trying not to, your estate will support the troops and your children not yet born will.
So all the politicians wasting breath saying they support can skip it.
Everybody knows you support the God damned troops already.
Saturday, October 14, 2006
You Found Me
You Found Me
Why are these Summer eyes still raking the fall leaves?
Even in Winter I see your beauty
Why when my eyes are shut on cold wind
Are yours still warm, inviting me in?
Is this mystery or simply gift?
Maybe the lost gaze I cast isn't empty
Or only avoiding a full stop
I really thought you left me here
So, wrong each turning year I halt
My searching finds that promise
I know I cannot hide
Your laughing chirp does not deride
Only my mistaken cry of lost
Why are these Summer eyes still raking the fall leaves?
Even in Winter I see your beauty
Why when my eyes are shut on cold wind
Are yours still warm, inviting me in?
Is this mystery or simply gift?
Maybe the lost gaze I cast isn't empty
Or only avoiding a full stop
I really thought you left me here
So, wrong each turning year I halt
My searching finds that promise
I know I cannot hide
Your laughing chirp does not deride
Only my mistaken cry of lost
They Speak In Silence
chopready
They Speak In Silence
You know a truth untold
Under a swollen mouth
Eyes blue and closed, battered,
Not saying but how could you?
A body barely standing
The wind holds up and shreds
Not quite broken bones
Still breathing heads lolling
We thought sleep would hold us
But dreams are awake
Bad scenes, rape, gun butts,
A herd of real people unheard
Blood clotting the sad lips
And America drives by
Hiding in double tint windows
Eyes gleefully open
Cell phones chirping happy
A picture to look away from
With blood still on the inside
Safe, if you call it that
Ignorant as if by accident
Worried about a simple life-
Bills, new tires, landscape,
The life to be not found yet
Then the sun comes up again
Just like everywhere
Fighting so hard to stay unaware
But the bruises don't land
They fly around and we can look
Away or toward-Freedom
That holy untruth
A choice to remain aloof
The work it takes each day to hide
The bleeding people amid debris
Of greed
So bleed America
A call is ringing over and over
Go back to sleep.
By Jerry Mehalovich
They Speak In Silence
You know a truth untold
Under a swollen mouth
Eyes blue and closed, battered,
Not saying but how could you?
A body barely standing
The wind holds up and shreds
Not quite broken bones
Still breathing heads lolling
We thought sleep would hold us
But dreams are awake
Bad scenes, rape, gun butts,
A herd of real people unheard
Blood clotting the sad lips
And America drives by
Hiding in double tint windows
Eyes gleefully open
Cell phones chirping happy
A picture to look away from
With blood still on the inside
Safe, if you call it that
Ignorant as if by accident
Worried about a simple life-
Bills, new tires, landscape,
The life to be not found yet
Then the sun comes up again
Just like everywhere
Fighting so hard to stay unaware
But the bruises don't land
They fly around and we can look
Away or toward-Freedom
That holy untruth
A choice to remain aloof
The work it takes each day to hide
The bleeding people amid debris
Of greed
So bleed America
A call is ringing over and over
Go back to sleep.
By Jerry Mehalovich
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Iowa prisons bite
chopready
I am particularly disturbed to read about prisoners (humans) in my state being attacked and bitten by dogs.
Shame on you iowa!
I am particularly disturbed to read about prisoners (humans) in my state being attacked and bitten by dogs.
Shame on you iowa!
A brief short
chopready
Damn it's cold today. My fingers were so crispy after a brief short walk that I cut myself on paper. The keys at this station got so blood soaked they shocked me into an irritable mood. Really thought I would bleed to death and then remembered it takes more than lies to write good fiction.
Damn it's cold today. My fingers were so crispy after a brief short walk that I cut myself on paper. The keys at this station got so blood soaked they shocked me into an irritable mood. Really thought I would bleed to death and then remembered it takes more than lies to write good fiction.
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Raw Footage
Raw Footage
Sloppy copies stacked with fire
Ever wish the past could change?
Bought a pack of fresh clean paper
On which the change could come
Clean
Then I remember
A zerox (xerox) works as well
A clone could be different
But copies never clean up
Bought a fresh monitor and keys to unlock
A stack of these sloppies
To dress them for tomorrow's ball
Maybe this way..or that could make
An awful squawk into Springtime's favorite
Bird calling some type of perfect word.
-Jerry
Sloppy copies stacked with fire
Ever wish the past could change?
Bought a pack of fresh clean paper
On which the change could come
Clean
Then I remember
A zerox (xerox) works as well
A clone could be different
But copies never clean up
Bought a fresh monitor and keys to unlock
A stack of these sloppies
To dress them for tomorrow's ball
Maybe this way..or that could make
An awful squawk into Springtime's favorite
Bird calling some type of perfect word.
-Jerry
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