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Every time I come to,
I'm face down in a lake-
not dead-
but unconscious.

With great effort I must
rotate and face up
and see the stars.

I don't want this to be a romantic idea-
I need this-
these stars
this space
this night.

I need this.

This space exists
in such an a opposing way
to this city,
to this cramped coffee shop.

Its attractive in its awe,
its autonomy
that makes me feel at home.

My Modest Proposal

Hollywood and MTV's The Hills have got it all wrong. They've run the homeless out of town to feel comfortable; traded them for pillows stuffed with presidents. I propose instead that to end the epidemic of the homeless starving in America, we halt all productions in spaying and neutering; as it is so the dogs and cats in question do not have any say in the removal of their genitalia, to which, if they did I imagine would come a great howling. Likewise, the accuracy and senses of the homeless community would be incredibly sharpened, useful in future wars, and seeing as we hold all other countries, especially those of the third world, below that of dogs and cats, the homeless community's skills in hunting would be quite practical. I propose that we arm them with a particularly small amount of government aid but I say we relieve ourselves from educating them; it would be far better use for their own livelihoods in a stray hunting or war battlezone if they acquired all of the necessary skills themselves, for we all know that learning to stand on one's own two feet makes the best standing army, the regalia of which is good ol' Red White and Blue and Green. When and if they returned, there would, of course, be a great commencement and hooplah and thanking all around, because these boys both learned how to eat for themselves and kept us from losing our freedom. And in times of peace, when the world is at ease because we are at ease, we can rest assured knowing that the homeless community can retain all of their previous freedoms, without any "butting in" from the government; the government will, out of gracious thanks, turn a blind eye to any possible dis-courageous actions involving strays, and Her People, us of course, should also not think any less of these great heroes of war and stray number thinning, because while we sleep in our down beds with the heaters on, we know that our country will have been protected and and stray cats and dogs will have been thinned thanks to the great community of the Homeless.

W. K. Medlen

pun

The stature of our love
  is
     diagonal
                   towards
                                each
                                        other.

     Our Planes
     coincide
     at a perfect point.

coexistinthesamespace
even(ly).
         (Our love is behind the numbers)

Our pitch is perfect as we struggle to sing
with scratchy voices
in a world of lame
autotuners.
         (Our love is in the music)

Money means much to many
and to have many means much more;

without these, we have much more.

Ramblings...

The Story of Fathers III




Your words fall like pine cones
on a tin roof in the dead of winter.

My ears are wet tissue
being broken by your tears.

I feel the ghost caressing my shoulder
exposing and shuddering

thundering

cumbersome fear, a vile
stench that you detest more than any.

W. K. Medlen

Ramblings...

The Story of Fathers II



I'm worried about forgetting

your childhood-Roy Rogers-
you came into this world
       guns a blazin'
and thats how you want to leave this world.

What to do with this information?
       Something about your liver-
       and Birmingham-
       and the future.

I can't forget

You said you were proud of me
and I believe you.


THIS IS GOING TO HAPPEN
preparationpreparation

        mowing the grass
     tending the garden-

they don't mean that much anymore.

Epistle to David Bazan

Pedro the Lion,
     the cute untame

-beautiful-

                  Mr. Bazan,
why so melancholy?
Do Bands With Managers upset you?
                         Is it our undying
love
for American Flags?



you were no Cowardly Lion
who found
              a heart-

You were a fierce King
who relinquished
        his shield-

for Fewer Moving Parts.

Your unsmiling face is all we see
         slowly shaping the American youth

We can't see the pen and pad,
the Cold Beer and Cigarettes,
the Christmas Whiskey-

the God you don't see unshaping you
             more
                    and
                            more

W. K. Medlen

Ramblings

Its been a while. Im working on a longer piece which i will blog sooner or later. until then here is what i wrote while avoiding homework and listeneing to music, and considering my life



The music fills my lungs
and my eyes jump
“the minor fall and the major lift,”
the music knows how to chastise
and to enliven;
to bring down and reinforce;
it makes me think
realize
epiphanize

write.
When the music brings me down
while I think about economy
and capitalism (Lusus Naturæ)
it lifts me up when I consider
I can do anything

dammit