August 16, 2012
Day Taunt

this energy is a miracle

i’ve got your bare ass tucked against me and there’s a cat on my hip sleeping
do you remember the thing that happened that put a bookmark in the darkness?
and the people we have surrounded ourselves with since then are flashlights onto that page
and the tent swings wildly between mystical childhood memory and death camp nightmare

the glass of water on the nightstand has been there awhile
but it’s still water and i could still drown in that
if i needed to

it’s dark and hot and the oscillating fan sounds like purgatory
and the closet shadows look like souls
and the way we are stuck in this simple solution is all i can wish for

the wine bottle on the dresser has been there awhile
but it’s still wine and i could still drown in that
if i wanted to

i don’t need to tell you that the ladder out of here has been dismantled
maybe the parts are somewhere
but they are quickly dissolving
into the thin air

i need to tell you that i’ve just been pretending i have an answer
to keep everyone from panicing
as that wouldn’t help anything
as this centered calm is a thing
that people have come to expect

realizing the depth of the disaster is pointless
and might wake up the cat
and that might upset the balance
we’ve constructed here

July 1, 2012

Something will eventually get you
A speedboat full of hookers
Christmas on the farm
Something will finally get to you
Get past those infamous charms

Granted, your walls are monumental
The moat both wide and deep
But someone somewhere
A plan in the air
To breech your buttressed keep

Normally your fail safes are top notch
A quick hook and youre off the stage
When you first see the brink
You dont stop to think
Like seger you just turn the page

There are no preparations to be taken
No escape route to layout beforehand
The best you can do
Is wait to see who
Makes an entrance silent or grand

June 20, 2012

When i get home to this little apartment on the edge of reality the giant spindly tentacled monster of dehumanziing modernity is there waiting for me and like Jesus this overlay of brutality over mercy subjugating the planet before its psychotic methods is with me all day sending me texts “you looked sexy this morning. i’m going to draw Russia into blocking UN missions to Syria.” little notes in my lunch bag “can’t stop thinking about you, and also dismantling public education so i can further the agenda of hopelessness”nnnn it’s always comforting to come home and find a delicious dinner of hydrogenated meat like steaks and corn syrup for dessert sure, this lifestyle requires me to participate in a system of organized indentured service but it makes it all worth it to feel the embrace of patently false political movements funded by monstrous robber barrons and i have to overlook a few things, the occasional looting of an already rigged global financial system, then there’s a once in awhile genocide, ok fine more than once in awhile and some ongoing, and yes, some are not necessarily happening without the support of my beloved, but relationships are about compromise, and don’t think i stand for the binge weekends of forced labor camps, seizure of native lands, air strikes on children, various war crimes, indefinite incarceration without trial, poisoning the oceans, endless counter intuitive reality defying propaganda, no I do not stand for these binges no matter how cute my lover looks wrapped in the flag. “you can stay at your mother’s,” I say, and that goes for as long as it lasts. it always ends the same way, flowers, a slight bump in the minimum wage, and oh the make up sex. and I know in the long run I’ll change him

June 8, 2012

These are bongs in a candy shop

marijuana smoking devices

pretensions  that anything but this is happening

there’s not really any perspective vantage point overlook that demonstrates

how we would ever overcome the fastidious and incremental intrusion

of a fairytale made out of nightmares

layer upon layer upon layer of their meaningless interpretation

this is the open plain

there are some houses on the ridge that are lit up with early evening

there are some people in the houses

they’ve known each other a long time

the shadow line grows longer

in silhouette the pack waits unseen

the children are in the woodpaneled basement watching coraline

infantry amass on the border

glasses of wine if they get it confused fondue

the earth is simply a piece of candy and we are ants scurrying on its surface

that’s simplistic says the painter the earth is water and the only question is how long can you hold your breath

on the deck in the nights encroaching wind

the periphery is a rhythmic vortex of indeterminate activity

there is always the assumption that the mind is playing tricks on us

but the situation is fluid

and the water is rising

is fluid

and the water is rising

June 2, 2012
The Sun On The Ganges

The Sun On The Ganges

May 28, 2012
my right wing cousin asked me a question so I thought I’d share my answer

@Reuben it was sent to me from Aunt *****, I guess there are at least 2 Nisenfelds that dont like obama:) an honest question do you really like obama, or do you want someone even more to the left of him?

what i want by reuben nisenfeld  

“I want everyone to have access to affordable healthcare and not be gouged by giant pharmaceutical and healthcare companies, i want children to go to schools that prepare them to be critical thinkers and excellent citizens, I want people to care about their communities, I want people who do the actual work of this country to get fairly compensated, I want child abuse to be ended, I want a child in the inner city to know that he has an equal shot at realizing his potential as a child born to wealth, I want rich people to stop complaining about the lowest top tax rate in history, I want the economy to go through a third revolution that promotes sustainability and renewable resources, I want tyrants who are our enemies and tyrants who we support to stop torturing and ruling by fear, I want sensible long term solutions to difficult issues that should bring us together as a nation, I want toxins and poison to stop being pumped into our environment, I want the earth’s resources to be preserved for future generations and not be thought of as “personal property” of self interested egotists who believe somehow they own the planet, I want to be able to worship as I choose and for my neighbor to worship as he chooses and for neither of us to be persecuted for it, I want every child to have enough to eat in this land of plenty and to stop cutting school lunch programs to give more and more to people who have more than they ever deserved, I want people who trumpet government spending on killing machines to realize they are the true socialists as spending on education and infrastructure are actual investments that pay off in a very capitalistic way, I want people to be accountable for their actions but I want a safety net to be there when our fellow man falls on hard times, I want people to be able to marry who they love and for sanctimonious blowhards to stop saying that it will compromise the institution of marriage (how many divorces has newt had? how many wives did Mitt’s great grandfather have? how many of these so called men of god are self hating homosexuals in the end?), I want to stand with the people of other nations who just want to improve their lot in life and not with the cabals and false governments that benefit only a very few, I want higher education to be affordable, I WANT A REAL GI BILL that pays for a full college tuition, a full house at market rates, and full healthcare coverage for as long as they and their families live and I want this paid for by a sales tax on luxury goods called the Patriot Tax because it’s one thing to scream and yell about how you support the troops it’s another thing to actually do it, I want someone to be able to own whatever guns they want but I want those guns to be registered and licensed, I want to work together so that every preganancy is a wanted pregnancy, I want everyone to be able to make their own choices about their own health and not have the government or any group of old pompous men stick their foolishness in where it doesn’t belong, I want everyone to realize that they ARE an immigrant too, I want more debates and less attack ads, I want individuals and companies to be limited to $1000 in contributions and i want it to be a crime to lie in a political ad, I want voting day to be a national holiday, and for elections and the ballot process to be open to all Americans, I want the Arab League to stop Hassad, I want drug treatment available instead of prison, I want inspiration, creativity, mercy, compassion, pride, service and humility to flood back through our nation’s veins. I want my impassioned friends who betray their own self interests for reasons they think are noble but are truly aimed at pulling this country apart. I want the America the nation was founded to be, a shining light of freedom and liberty.” So if these things are left of Obama, then yes.

May 26, 2012
Crows

there are some crows on the grass outside my apartment
kind of crow walking slowly along

“you could be in a mumford and sons video,
you murder of crows”

“hey”

it’s one of the crows

“what is it crow?

“we don’t like that term, a murder of crows, it’s hateful”

“oh, I’ve never thought of it that way. I’m sorry.”

“Humans calling anything a murder is totally ironic.”

“I see your point, what would you prefer?”

The crow turns to look at the other crows and they caw loudly at one another for a minute

“A mystery, a mystery of crows.”

just then there’s a thump sound from directly behind me
i turn to find the cat propped up against the screen door
straining with her front pawls to push it open

her ears are pinned back as she looks up at me with the devil in her eyes

“Let me show them the meaning of murder”

but even if I had some sick inclination to loose her on the crows
they have already flown off in a raucous huff
just before they disappear into the trees i hear the spokes-crow say

“spread the word”

“I will”

“thank you”

May 21, 2012

I basically asked her on a date by herself, 
would you like to come to purgatory with me, 
with the way that her red skirt fits the curvature of her earth
a hollow globe populated by trolls and flying ape men
I’ve got a certain machine that in the right light can get to the center of the issue
I’ve got more than enough time to wait in this red light by this bar near this girl
I’ll just keep making up quip after quip until these other gentlemen of the evening go away

but they’re not going away and the quips are never enough to build a fake house to live in
a set piece to hash out the plans, schemes, daydreams
crimes, convictions, morals, and platitudes

we’re lost on obvious road in oblivious town looking for someplace to stop for the night

fact of the matter, no hotel anywhere will take our money our bodies our shame
countless miles put on these character flaws of mine, drawing fine lines between heaven and hell between effortless and strained between desire and what’s real that after all these ages madmen build nice nests out of gold and the allure of the known

where i build a madman’s nest out of niceties  and knowing there is no allure

and even this clever twist of a distraction leaves a disappearing smoke act
inspirational word about fuck all
and if i could stay in the picture for just ten more minutes
i’d be ten minutes closer to leaving with you
rather hang my hat on a made up place called home
then ring in the new year kissing the floor
than stay up all night wishing for the impossible
then meet you for breakfast
pretend none of this is ever happening 

May 18, 2012

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