Uneasy Thoughts: Poems Bizarre
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Angry and Crazed - From Rags to Rags - Linking the Stem to the Rose - The World That Falls - Where the Hell Am I?? - Basketball Heads - Reds Angry and Crazed Angry voices in my head, Violent images and violent sounds sounding in my mind, Squirming about like large black snakes in my brain. I see them cooperating, making plans, their Faces blurred and laughing at me, They're talking behind my back; snickering bastards! Tim, Mary, Gervase, and even fat Jack! 9-20-2000
Slowly I start my climb reaching higher and higher, over rocks, over boulders, pushing down bushes. I will try, I must try, to reach the top. The very top. No matter what. If need be, I will slaughter my friends, eat their bones, and laugh as they moan. This peak on high will be mine, will be all mine. 
I will hide the skulls that I will crush, only the memories of my friends burnt in my head. I will be the only one on this peak. Money yes I can live with it. Money like millions of trillions of it. Maybe someday. Maybe even today. But for now I will continue to climb ever so much to reach this point, for the glory of being on top, for a chance to be rich. No one best stand in front, blocking my path will end your life. Lie you down to die I will indeed. So sorry sad but too bad it must be or I will be so very poor, like a wooden door, a broken floor. I will spend my new fortunes on my new friends or the friends that may let me by: Friends who had not died, by me. I will give a bit, maybe a lot, depends on how I feel and the amount of glory I will receive. Depends on the amount of joy he has or she has delivered upon my joyless soul. And like the storm I will make thunderous rain be gone from his or her's parade, un-flood their homes, make live the homeless. And they will be thankful for me…only and only when I reach this peak. Who needs joy when money can buy you love, a home, justice for all and all a good time. No matter what smell or what color hair I may have. Ah, I am almost there. I see the clouds ahead of me. Gold in my eyes clouding my vision. I can not see, wait yes, there I see, yes…. I start to fall…and fall and fall, and eventually I crash upon the ground into tiny weenie fragments of flesh and bones. I look at my shattered self and reflect: I was such a great person, such a wonderful man full of ambitions, now I am broken like china plates at the bottom of this mountain. And I know I will never reach the top, the apex of my ambitions. I will soon die down here, I see yes, me dying by myself, and all alone. My friends are gone, their bones in my stomach. I am poor, and dying. Less than poor, yes of course. I will be nevermore. Uneasy Thoughts copyright © 1999 by Arturo Hernandez
Linking the stem to the rose, and drops to the petals That shine brightly like polished gleaming metal. My fingers attempt to link the thorns and the leaves As on rushes by the strongest wind and greatest breeze. With (clear as glass from an empty coke bottle) see-through tape Around it goes linking red with green, a piece of cake. It may be dead, this rose in my hand, and in my head I know it is, still I try to tape it up But then life does not forever go on, and I know my lips will soon shut up. 
The world that falls comes crashing on my lawn. It tears into my pretty, full of life garden. It destroys the pathway that leads me to my door. It smashes the windows, knocks down my wall, tumbles, and falls on me. I, bleeding, run for my life, course unknown.
The Next Later, that same hour, at about nine a.m., the later showed up to baffle me. Sneakily, with supernumerary talent, the later crept up on me; it was the most talented.
Am I in your head, or am I just something you said? Am I in the closet next to the bat, waiting for some ugly men to appear, so that with this bat I can hit them over the head? Am I in the bathtub, washing my dirty self off? I know where the Hell I am. I'm between her teeth, waiting for a toothpick to pick me out. Not so. Ok. How bout this lie. 
I think maybe I am with this absurdly looking alien from the dimension infinite, sliding down a pole on his back, as it leaves a slimy trail on the pole, slimy green stuff, like perhaps something sneezed. I know where the hell I am. I'm at a ball game watching the Bucs kick butt. Or perhaps maybe I am on some sort of strange herb, with silly things on my mind. I think I will take out my scanner, stick it in my throat and let it do its job. Then I will know for sure where I am. I wait. And wait. And the readings come back. Weird things these readings. I refuse to believe them. No way. I am not there! I am not there! No, I will stick it up my anus this time, and perhaps the reading will tell other. I do. It hurts a little. The readings are coming back. I see, yes, I see….No!
BASKETBALL HEADS
Art Hernandez 1997
I came here and saw the red liquid drip 
from the sun, and fall on the head of a bird. The bird shakes and the red falls on the ground All over the floor, over the grass now too. The drip is All over me now, Oh please I see this red has teeth and it wants to bite my height in half, wants to shrink me down! Some more red falls from the hot shot way Above me (the sun) and growing around me the red strikes me in my eyes, enters my ears, enters my mouth, my legs it crawls over, I cant move now, my eyes are not any help tonight! Choking, Not Joking, cant see the reds no more, nor the blue sky above. I came here last night but now I am free. The sky is blue, I see. My eyes got bigger now. And so did the sun. The reds are dead, I think. And in some way I am glad of this. I can never see me not ever to see.
Art Hernandez 6-13-87
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Angry voices in my brain tell
me things, instructions
I think.
Their blurred faces
are still laughing at me.
Where can I hide where can
I go to dulcify my suffering.
Bizarre sounds like guns
firing, like people screaming,
Like homes exploding,
invading my mind.
I see me now, happy now,
not sad, sitting silently,
Strapped to this wooden
chair, waiting for God to take
Me now.