A fat little chef from Marseilles
declared National Bouillabaisse Day.
He served his fish stew
and everyone cried "Hip Hooray!"
On The Outskirts of Little Saigon Who does your eyebrows?
she asks me.
I tell her
the name of the small salon
in the Asia District
of Oklahoma City
nestled between two pho cafes
where I go, usually after
I get my groceries
at Super Cao Ngyuen.
There are white stores
where I could buy matcha
(it's trendy enough now)
but I prefer the authenticity
of the Vietnamese grocer's,
and they carry better tofu.
The old man who sells lottery tickets
still calls the area “Little Saigon”
and remembers a place
with only three restaurants
and having left a military career
to make bricks in Oklahoma
until he could afford
to send his children
to American universities.
Some came back doctors.
Some came back lawyers.
Some became grocers.
Some opened nail salons
that wax eyebrows
for a reasonable price
and finish with a face massage.
She asks me,
Don't you just hate when they talk Chinese in front of you?
DFC 2015 Day 31: EruditionIn anger I forget
our sacred unity;
that our community
is planet Earth.
In hatred I forget
life should not be a chore,
and death is just a door
to something new.
In bias I forget
we're planets and we're stars.
We're possibly from Mars
or further still.
In dismay I forget
I'm not a slave to pain.
But know in my disdain
I forgive you.
DFC 2015 Day 30: Like A FlowerWhen I die, do not lay lilies on my grave.
I'd rather you remember the joy they gave
while I was living, and how they made me brave.
Recall, instead, the first time I brought them home
to light our black-and-white world with poly-chrome
pink, white, and purple to combat dark syndromes.
Soon enough, we could smell them in every room
as they filled the air with their heady perfume.
Nothing like a flower can chase away gloom.
Do not, therefore, associate them with death,
that fated circumstance of eternal Lethe,
though they as well are as transient as breath.
DFC 2015 Day 29: The Condition of VerseLeave no black plume as a token
of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken...
Poetry is an affliction
of the soul; no less addiction
than an opiate infliction.
It could be said that, on the whole,
there's gloom in every writer's soul
but lesser when that writer's dole
is propitiously towards fiction.
To write is utter agony
when what one writes is poetry.
Goddammit, Poe, stop haunting me
with your doleful benediction.
DFC 2015 Day 27: The WheelBy the light of the moon
we dance and play.
Dawn comes too soon
and then follows the day.
And so the celestial chase goes on.
Childhood ends all too soon.
As sure as day
we leave our play
as life's cycle goes on.
Too often we forget about the moon.
We forget how to play
as life goes on.
With each passing day
we look up at the moon
and reminisce what passed us by so soon.
We toil throughout the day
until the moon
its zenith. Sometime soon,
our children might remind us how to play.
It's scant hope to go on,
and all too soon
we see the moon
and realize that the play
of living has gone with the passing day.
The same goes on, but one day very soon,
I'll dance and play with rabbits on the moon.
EmpyreanMomma said to never marry an astronaut,
they will always prefer the twinkling starlight
to the light in your eyes.
They'll only end up in ships that float
aimlessly in zero gravity and you will not be there.
Momma said to never marry an astronaut.
You will stand firmly on the earth,
clutching the ground and knowing
they will always prefer the twinkling starlight.
Planets will fracture and stars will collapse
long before he recognizes he can travel
to the light in your eyes.
Inflation DayI walked into my room
Pulled out some loose clothing to wear
Then I went into my closet
And pulled out a large tank of air.
I stuck the hose in my bellybutton
I said "This is going to be great!"
I went to the airtank
And turned the knob up to eight.
I felt the air enter my body
I had hoped it would soon
That's when it actually happened
I was inflating like a balloon!
My belly was getting rounder
I poked it once or twice
My whole body was getting enormous
The feeling was very nice.
However, I was quickly losing mobility
I was bigger in width than height
Soon, I was feeling lots of pressure
And my belly feels really tight.
I tried to pull the hose out
Unfortunately, it was stuck
And now I can't move to reach the airtank
Well great, just my luck....
The expanding feeling is just too great
I don't really think I want to stop....
However, I'm starting to feel pretty full
And now I think I'm going to pop!!!!
Crawling in my forlorn appearance
I hide my soul behind these tattered wings
Tattered and broken as they are
Plucked of light, stained in tears and blood.
In quiet despair upon the cold earth
Smeared in dirt I crouch upon my weary knees
And clutched timidly between my fingers
Rests one last jewel of Hope.
A single unblemished plume plucked
From the silver light of dawn
A feathered ray of light from beyond
To illuminate the void that has me bound.
This precious barb of silk
Once lost as I was and forgotten
Blazes now to immerse me in radiant bliss
To wash away the pain, draw me from the abyss.
So now I fade away…
My tender flesh removed
My shattered wings released
My inner light unsheathed… escapes.
(c)2004 Joseph Palladino
Remember the Angel?
Remember the angel that wiped your tears and made you brightly smile?
You always told her to let you be; you were always in denial.
Remember the angel that sang you to sleep and played with your hair?
You never cared to have her near you, though that smile was still there
Remember the angel that waited for you, the one who waited countless hours?
You never seemed to even notice, I guess that was your power
Remember the angel that saved your life, risking also her own?
You ran away and left her there, you left her there alone
Remember the angel that fell from heaven, only to be with you?
You marked her with your sin and made her feel brand new
Remember the angel with crystal eyes and long white hair let down?
You see how she feels alone; do you see that awful frown?
Remember the angel, please remember her now, can't you feel her love?
All of that was only for you , sent from above
Remember the angel, don't you remember the angel,
Valentineroses have thorns
and violets turn brown,
hearts get torn
and ships go down
apples go rotton,
strings will break,
words are forgotten-
we make mistakes
sunrise to sunset,
twilight to dawn,
we cannot stop it-
life goes on
smiles are sticky,
sunshine can burn,
love can be tricky-
some never learn
Roses you hand-picked
Decay into ground,
None of its perfect-
Make me feel sick,
Once out of batteries
youre just a dick
meaning is twisted,
trust is used,
humans are flawed,
beauty is pain,
self is a god,
my loss is your gain
love cant be trusted
for action we lusted
and sealed our fate...
I guess by all this, what Im trying to say
is Im thinking of you on this Valentines day
Ive no perfumed hearts and no roses of white-
no, I wrote you a valentine
How thin can you go?
Up for a challenge?
Painful and slow.
Waiting it out
Obsessed with forbidden
Skip one more meal
Keeping secrets hidden
Watching seconds tick
Saying you're not hungry
Denying you're sick
Tastes long forgotten
You're still savoring
Feels so cold
Then legs fold
Lives are broken
Creepypasta ABC'sA is for Abby, who has a creepy stalker
B is for BEN, he drowned in some water
C is for Cupcakes, which you'll just die to eat
D is for Dating Game, beware of who you'll meet
E is for Eyeless Jack, he wants to slash you open
F is for Funnymouth, who'll leave your jaw broken
G is for Guardian Angel, he's always with you
H is for Humans, and they can lick too
I is for Ickbarr Bigelsteine, your teeth he will keep
J is for Jeff the Killer, who tells you to go to sleep
K is for Killswitch, a game impossible to find
L is for Lavender Town, the music messes with your mind
M is for Misfortune, a hidden game within a game
N is for No End House, which lives up to its name
O is for On the Bus, you'll be riding forever
P is for Penpal, they can be oh so clever
Q is for Quiet Room, a film with a cursed TV spot
R is for Russian Sleep Experiment, more sinister than we thought
S is for Slender Man, wearing a black suit and tie
T is for Trust, who shall live, and who shall die?
U is for Unbranded Lapto
No MoreWalk no more into the Light
Walk no more into the dark
Talk no more about black
Talk no more of faith and hope
Feel no more the gallows's rope
Feel no more this deadly pain
Dance no more in bloody rain
Dance no more into the night
Dream no more a great fight
Dream no more a mass escape
Fight no more this evil state
Fight no more this crazy world
Try no more to find your Lord
Try no more, He's just above
Hold her nice, Hold your Love
Hold her tight in the fog
Scream no more for what is wrong
Scream no more for false and true
NOW SCREAM FOR HER AND YOU!
FriendsFriends are the only angels
We'll ever get to see
While still on earth
While we still can breath
They're there for us
Through thick and thin
They light our way
When our path is dim
To hold your hand
To counsel you through
To help you out
To hold to you true
They're God's little gift
To show you He's there
They're his angel's to you
To show you that he does care