Impossible and Dirty

Phone Call

derekcalavera — Mon, 28 Mar 2011 12:05:15 +0000

I spent some of my loneliest times
pacing on my prop phone talking to
what i wished was you but was silence

Hollywood

derekcalavera — Thu, 02 Dec 2010 08:49:08 +0000

O Hopeless show business gophers-
boasting pet projects over and over.
Producers: seducers of substance abusers,
celluloid delusions both rumored and lucid.
Harsh, baseless, laced with numerous tumors.
Hollywood farce faced with humorless ruiners.

Memory

derekcalavera — Thu, 02 Dec 2010 08:45:27 +0000

In your absence I think of you in abstract
Time’s cataracts find no match in my mind’s counterattacks:
I rewind nostalgia tracks and line em up back to back.
Living in the past catches flack from the present cast,
blasted resentment for contentment that never lasts.

Maryland

derekcalavera — Thu, 02 Dec 2010 08:43:17 +0000

Continental distance grabs my hands and demands insistence
I’m convinced this is more than reminiscence
or the infinite imprints of infants in remission.

Irked

derekcalavera — Thu, 02 Dec 2010 08:40:46 +0000

Worthless,
Mirthless,
Shirtless
and birthless.

Scared shitless of
Murderers
and Goethes.

Acupuncture

derekcalavera — Fri, 09 Jul 2010 20:34:12 +0000

This year was the very first year
I found out years were finite
instead of a continuous onslaught
as I had interpreted years before
I worried;
I worried on and on
needlessly but a new urgency
emerged in me hurting me-
needling me. Each pin feeding
my soul’s aperture
slow and deliberate ant acupuncturer

Brother

derekcalavera — Fri, 09 Jul 2010 20:29:46 +0000

plugs, flat-billed hat,
tats, dickey shorts,
dickey pants,
black socks, piercings,
lifted truck, riversiding,
dirtbike riding,
bud light tallboy drinking:
bro stuff.

Law

derekcalavera — Sat, 26 Jun 2010 07:32:18 +0000

government covenants
grant a sense of bewonderment
pieces of paper to hold life in
like oven mitts.

Plagiarison

derekcalavera — Tue, 01 Jun 2010 17:49:15 +0000

i’ll be pissed off like
a second story balcony
balkin at low-rent
imitators jockin me

Pester

derekcalavera — Tue, 01 Jun 2010 17:45:13 +0000

when i say you’re the best
it’s like an only child
there is no rest
where to adorn my wiles
it’s more like a jest,
no disrespect
to be somebody’s pestering
sole favorite