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Uneasy Thoughts
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The Maggot Again - The World Is No Longer Nice - The Blackness - The Globes - The Earthman - Just Regular - Death (A Love Story) - Pleading
The Maggot Again
Watch as it slides along the bitter sidewalk, leaving behind nasty slimy prints-- it senses something about this sidewalk.
(The maggot moves silently, spitting, jumping.)
With sheer determination and determinative action, the Maggot will stroll over this hot cement to reach the beach.
(That obedient Maggot will find stinking meat, germs, and putrescence, where it lies canned in large silvery vessels, and rejoice in it, savor the scent.)
The fearful, after a fright by virtue of the Maggot (slurping and grinning and eating and belching as it dined on rotting seagulls), will scatter for their cars, slipping and stumbling over the sand.
The Maggot smiles, spying the fearful ones escape, licks its lips and sinks into a larger seagull as newcomers arrive: more maggots and more maggots, now swimming with the Maggot, laughing at the Maggot's funny gestures in the midst of the putrefaction.
Art Hernandez 2000 Feb 5
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The World is No Longer Nice
I hear so much laughter around me, I think,
I wonder is the world going mad? The world no longer speaks to me. Yet now screams to me.
It no longer thanks me, or kisses me good night.
It only hits my face, stomps my feet, kicks me in the morning.
Am I mad, or just tired, just a sad case, with no more room, no more space?
Has the cosmos got into this? Will the seven seas try in on this mess?
Last night, the stars were black and the black was stars, the stars, and the black….the black.
Oh my, oh god, where's that purple ice I once sucked on?
5-31-89 Art Hernandez
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The Blackness
My body is expanding,
My mind's draining of thought,
My breath is short,
I see no light, only an endless dark tunnel: the dimension of never returning.
I am turning inside out, and outside inward, then back again, then back again..
The hope of ever seeing light refracting dwindling away.
I am suckered into this.
I am no longer a human being physically.
I'm disfigured, an unimaginable distortion.
Let me see my god again. Let me see my god again.
Art Hernandez 2-18-2000
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The Globes
They're coming at me from deferent sides,
from the down side, from the up side,
glowing globes that cast a shine,
so evil, so sickening, so sublime.
I swat at one that rushes past my eyes,
and again as another pass my left ear flies.
Then, alas, I strike one down,
To the broken cemented ground.
It explodes; and the sharp shards strike back at me,
I scream and fall to the ground as my eyes see,
The globes remaining begin to fly away.
Nonetheless, I know, they'll be back the next day.
Art 11-11-1995
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The Earthman
I can not tell, if i am in heaven, or if i am in hell?
In the night, it is so hard to tell.
The burning bright golden bricks on which I walk,
mentions stories of hard life
moving rocks for lips, cracks for tongues, as it talks,
and mentions stories of good life.
Which one must I believe, which story can I depend on?
The good ones of glorious angels shining through suns?
The bad ones of devils with sharp stain teeth so sharp,
that, if given the chance, could tear you apart.
God has many eyes from where I spot,
with blue ones with dark sun like dots,
the white clouds the dancing clouds,
cover the sky, a snowy shroud,
to hide what i wish to see,
of something unheard of, of something that soon will be.
Gary told me to come to this world,
he told me as he held tightly to this girl,
who wore angel wings on top of her head,
who eyes glowed like those of the slowly decaying dead.
So like the fool I am i came here,
with a heart heavy of fear.
To the right of me, a little ways down,
pitch forks rise like weeds from a broken ground,
hanging on the forks like limp round donuts,
were halos, tarnished; my thoughts the sights do cut.
The sun begins to fall, and I can see my spaceship just ahead,
I pick up the pace, though tired and my limbs nearly dead.
But before I step in side a creature stops me and says,
"Do not leave me here, all alone, mister," it begs.
Its eyes were one solid color, red like apples,
with light beaming from them, cutting my own like scalpels.
I have to turn away for I will lose my sight,
I cough and I turn to walk up the metal flight,
and enter my ship with the sound of the creature sobbing from behind me, my lonely human soul it thinks it's robbing.
The door falls infront of the creature,
as my conscious begins to lecture,
but, however, I turn to the controls of the ship,
switch on the starter, with trembling lips.
Arturo Hernandez 11-07-1995
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Just Regular
I am determined to say, I am regular that's all.
Not like the moon, not like the fall.
I have regular eyes, and regular mind.
I have regular lips, not sweet, not fine.
I think regularly, not like the mind of a divine.
I have regular thoughts, regular ears to hear with.
I haven't any other kind to listen with.
I have regular friends, regular gods, regular light,
regular tongue, regular dogs that bark in the night.
Nothing unusual for me, i'm just as ordinary as can be.
I have regular teeth that only bite regular necks,
so what, i am regular, so what the heck.
I run through the regular fields that regularly
grow outside my regular house that I, usually (though not all the time) live in--regularly.
I have regular sex, not too little not too much, not too tasty.
I never rush, just regularly, not too fast, not too hasty.
I take my time, regular guy that I am.
So that you may see that I am as regular as can be.
I shall sing you my regular songs, and you will see.
Arturo hernandez 9-23-1995
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DEATH (A LOVE STORY)
Cascading musically against jagged peaks of rocks and stones, I fall, fall, fall.
Down I tumble like rubble like flotsam discarded from overhead by the almost dead.
My dreams circle around my head as each new crash opens me up and stains the peaks and walls red.
I am so near death, her arms waiting down below, readying to catch me and take me away from it all.
When I finally reach her she smiles at me, her callous up against me, rubbing deep into me.
Her hair smells of sewer relics and scum, but I take it in, I think I'm in love.
Her breathe's stench so sweet I can taste it on my tongue, and I see now what she sees in me.
She loves me for my ending, for my blood falling, for the stains I had done, a true love.
Together we will always be, together a happy never ending family, her for me, me for her. The death of me.
Holding hands we stroll down the infinite road, gathering flowers long dead and gray and brown.
I try to kiss her with my blue lips, she reacts to this, and pressing tightly we meet together.
She catches a blade of sunlight and plunges it deep into my eyes, she makes me blind to all around.
I love all this darkness; if she's with me, it makes it ever more greater.
And new dreams stem, like roses that we had picked up from the ground, dreams so profound:
Of our new death together, I'm in her forever, and ever.
ARTURO HERNANDEZ 10-1-1991
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Pleading
"Who the hell--cough--are you man--cough,cough--huh?"
I'm the guy who sprayed you with this deadly gas from this deadly can.
"You--cough--are killing me..."
Boyyyyy, but what a smart one you are. Yes it's the deadly gas that makes you now speak to me. At first I did not hear you, but then after a few sprays of this deadly gas you can actually find the senses to talk to me.
"Why--cough--I must say--cough--cough--why?--I have a hive i must--cough--watch hatch;" (coughing loudly) "baby flys- cough,cough,cough--to look after--cough,cough--Mr?--cough."
I am my darling's big old man, she sent me to exterminate you.
Believe me, if not for her, my darling, you'd still be flying around.
[Coughing loudly, the slowly but surely dying fly kicks up its legs, and finishes its coughing.]
"Poor thing," the big old man murmured.
Arturo Hernandez 5-2-1995
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Uneasy Thoughts copyright © 1999 by Arturo Hernandez
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