unreal estate part 2... karma place cont'

And so the saga continues with weaves and bobs through the treacherous entanglements of human greed or incompetency... or both. With bellies full of taco pollo and sipping a shiveringly dry Riesling to cool the tepid rants of a more than noxious Verde sauce, we ventured off early with a severe "fuck it" attitude and middle fingers wagging in the air, rag top down, sun tickling our pates. Many "upons" to come so I'll list them:

Upon arrival of our newfound freedom, we decided to approach the owner of Karma Place and see how things are going.

Upon our discovery that all the unreal estate signs were still intact without "pending" or "sold" draped about them, George decided to transform herself into one Sara Abrams (living, real, or unreal I have not a clue) pretending to be a potential buyer from Seattle just passing by, inquiring to the unrealtor what the particulars of the situation were.

Upon our shock of finding out there is no pending back-up offer (ours), we decide to track down the owner.

Upon knowing she likes to roost with other doves at the courthouse, George jumps out and engages her on the street corner. Here's where the surreal and weird shit begins to unfold before my eyes. George's reaction to her saying she never got our counter offer draws the attention of police lurking all about the place. Passers by see a little irritated woman jumping up and down while talking to a taller woman who continues to wave and smile at drivers while holding her peace sign. I, on the other hand, am parked in front of a bustling courthouse with an open container, sipping said shiveringly dry Riesling while comfortably perched behind the wheel of a convertible, noticing a civil war era cannon mounted on the sidewalk pointed directly at my ever reddening nose, and wondering if this all has any meaning with regard to being awake or just dreaming.

Anyway, we have a meeting with the owners Friday morning. Sigh.

unreal estate part 1... Karma Place cont'...

We are not sure where we are as dew drips off offers suspended, as middle men position the played for maximum enhancements of their coffers, and the rail we teeter on wears thin. This process is seeping contradiction, to have such a place of detached tranquility thus manipulated. Where competitive zeal ricochets off its bamboo armaments and in an ironic flicker within this fogged dream, the current owner stands alone, draped in signage, determined, and pleading for peace on the courthouse steps downtown. When this latest acid trip dissipates and closure is apparently clear, we're going to find a nice little place in the back of someone else's consciousness, and hide until the next bus passes that appears to be going our way.

prelude to a civil disturbance...

in the beginning we disagree,
in the end the victor claims the spoils,
somewhere in the middle-
desolation,
somewhere in the future-
revenge,
somewhere in the past-
an opposite applies leverage,
the leverage is accepted as reasonable,
the sky opens clear,
and movements of worth flow singly-
directionally,
unfavorable,
and that becomes unreasonable,
so more leverage is applied because-
because one becomes superior,
and the other inferior,
and soon oppressions are deemed necessary,
and repression is deemed the new patriotism,
and punishments for dissension are in order,
and soon a volatile bottle is ignited,
and thrown at a tank,
and lives are sacrificed on a redundant cyclical alter,
and it becomes blessed,
and civilization pauses...

the interview...

"And pray tell us why you want to belong?"

I don't per say,
It's just a way
To get by, to get along.

"Then why are we wasting each other’s time,
Particularly on this company's dime?"

You are looking for something I can provide,
As of yet your dime was not negotiated
I am looking for a way to pay bills and abide.
Common ground and time not yet negated.

"Why would I hire one who doesn’t want to such be?"

Who really wants to work for such or any entity?
Would you prefer I only tell you what you want to hear?
I would say most if not all already stroked that ear.

"This is not how the game is played."

I am here to provide a service and get paid.
I'm not here to play a game,
I'm not here to ascend to fame.

"But you haven’t told me why you want to provide it here."

It doesn’t matter where I apply it I fear.
It's just a job, not who I am, is that not clear?

"Then tell me who you think you are,
I think you should go interview elsewhere in a land afar."

I'm an imperfect person in an imperfect place.
I don't want to work there either,
That’s not the point, nor the case.

"I think we are done here."

So you cannot use my talents?

"You are very qualified with an attitude problem
and cannot adhere."

My attitude is in alignment and balance
With the way I lead my life.
Why is that an issue of strife?

"It's a problem for me and I can't have you roam free.
You would work for me."

Yes?

"Then I would have to guess,
I would soon have mess,
Decent among the ranks,
Neither gratitude nor thanks,
For we need commitment and loyalty."

But I'm doing a job you need done,
I don't see the need for that kind of royalty.
If I couldn't do the job, I would be not here but gone.

"We need more than such insubordination,
We need someone to demonstrate,
They can exceed the requirements and not just aggravate."

Is that 'more' included in the compensation?

"Pay is not the primary issue at this level."

Then I chose not to sell my soul to the devil,
To be part of something that should be a crime,
So it would appear we really are wasting each other's time,
And dime.

moments before an apology...

and where are you going?
I had had enough,
and where have you been?
What's it to her?
Her well aimed slap is pointless,
She screams a blood curdling velocity,
She walks away storming lightening; torrential.
Now I want to fuck her,
Primal conquering denied,
Ancient tribal lust lost into thick pungent air,
And nowhere to thrust.
Who will she grudge fuck tonight?
Poor fucker won't know it’s because of me,
How drunk will he be?
Will she demand pity and condolences and comfort?
How drunk will he think she is?
Will he use that to spread her legs?
Will she play that against him?
Should I take revenge?
Should I kill him?
I am the one she’s really fucking,
I guess I should thank him.

karma place in my face... a prayer

plump seated bald pated
fat boy--talk to me
tell me about the air I breathe
the sights I see
the way things are

tranquility and peace
substituted by desire
greed, want...
contradictions and hypocrisies
abound

we don't live holy lives
and so we suffer
and fail

release me from my constraints
relieve me from their repressions
unshackle my self-imposed oppressions
so I may become one
with all

the show...

Rubber-booted metal clad beasties single filed,
noses to asses nudge along tar, oil, and glass infested arterials;
a one-way migration through grids parallel and perpendicular.
Creeping barely ignited, idly purring,
poised for a spontaneous pounce;
a mere micro morsel display of their potential thundering selves.

Greasers turned geezers reliving a warrior's path;
current and former big-haired hood ornaments mounted and in tow,
Groomed layers of powdered coats gleam,
immaculate welds accent sensuous line and seam.

Steeds proudly ridden through gauntlets of awe and delight,
inanimate cults of personality with thirsts unequal to output
extensions of their creators' need to exceed,
a Darwinistic Freudian slip of the clutch...

the art of ascension...

and so the story continues
and the veneers of the social are polished
and the unsuspecting are lured
because there are many juicy baited hooks
and in the end reality bites
and the worm wiggles exclusive
and the worthy feed
and the chum is spoon fed to the chumps
and yet the hook danglers beseech
and beg to build their coffers
and for some odd reason we still bite

and

and a word that transends,
a coupler a connector,
either or and neither nor
and it grabs both ends of any spectrum,
and it blends into puree similarities,
and it offers open ended infinity,
and so I like to start a sentence with it
and let the imagination run wild as to what was else
before the afterward known
and it is what it is

wha town

mechanical beasties idly turned off oddly silent,
radiating reflective heat a contradictory planting,
germination without rooting
anchored tumbleweeds
grouped remnants of an intensive migratory moment
abandoned steeds patiently awaiting their masters' return,
masters' impatiently awaiting time
mammalian streets and boardwalks vacant
twilight zoned and de-boned
bipedal scurryings misplaced
bipolar frenzy lost amongst the zoo-lessness
where are all the fucking people!!!
locked in cubicle constraints?
clad darkly in prison garb.
river moods swing stagnant to rampant
winds chase
sun bakes
rain cleanses
opposable thumbs hide in palms behind middle fingers
and yet this depressive jaunt
has inspired me nothing but an abandoned lonely haunt
how to transcend an ugly manifested funk
outside the null and droid
helplessly floating in a spiritually vacant void
wha other empty place can I find?

a postnasal appraisal

Deep burned passion churned under then released
talents misused by dreams out of a fashion stated sell
bruising the abused in a prophetic pummeling
coffers secured first and foremost
visions blurred for tunneling,
there sits the dichotomist's division.
Drip
Drip
Drip


pursuit of perfection an uncompromising election,
nostrils flared with firestorm desire and a scorched earth policy,
take no prisoners it is your life and labor,
no one else understands your behavior,
no one else reaps the flesh only you savior,
there stands the hypocrisy amongst the aristocracy.
Drip
Drip
Drip

Are you on your dime or theirs?
and stealing time is now a crime,
For its their product you must pump and dump,
a result of how high you must jump,
Then rationed off to brat-ish heirs,
there kneels the subservient.
Drip
Drip
Drip

A wild swing the final whiff,
Impact empty connection,
Contribution nulled by recoiled spiffs,
One for you three for them,
Sad thoughts lost costs not much of a selection,
There lies your reflection, sniff.
Drip
Drip
Drip