Aquaman

We are all apart
Of our time and place
Even Aquaman
Behind his moat and gate

He's drowning his drones
The fish that follow him
To them is the constant
All time is a whim

The water is logic
A depth is unknown
In the muck and the mud
Trapped with the clones

The castle has gone
To a reflection of steel
But Aquaman sits
Still turning his wheel

Detective Inspector

I saw you at the cafe today
I wish I had a bat
Your plump, purple face
Would make nice practice

Do you think you know me?
Had I stopped
To look
You have no clue

Sprawled out on the chair
Like a prick
Too good for posture
And for me and mine

Order your coffee
He's Italian
Spit on his shoes
Why is it him and not you?

Are you your nation?
Pious and proud
Shitting in your bed
And blaming the slaves

Liberation has let you down
Freedom is nothing
But a chance to fail
So pass it around

Speak slowly you say
But I say it to you
I understand
Kill theirs because yours is dead

Strangle the strangers
Like me
Cut them out
They are the danger

I'll keep walking
I don't have a bat
But you do
I see it coming

My blood is clear
Salty and smooth
But it's not for you
It's for the sheep that you shear

I-94, Again

Blacktop varicose veins

On a flesh-like earth

I-94, again

Everything here looks the same

A dusty, pale crater face

With dry and bitter bones

Edges of color routinely violate

What is often laden with lace

A two-ton heavy blood cell

Runs and runs

Flows and hums

Trying to escape the hell

I know nothing of this land

Barren, sick and old

I-94, again

But at least it's not my hand




(An exercise for college about "place")

Join the Party

You don't even drink tea
And if you did you wouldn't like it
It doesn't taste like money
Not even when it's green

An Introduction

At some point recently I came to the realization that I when I write I try too hard to be unoffensive. I felt that everything that came out had to be edited and worded differently. Then I remembered how my good friend Peter Miller used to start chanting "TRAVIS RANT, TRAVIS RANT!", everytime I began to speak about something passionately. It is in these moments that my feelings and thoughts and energy to write flows purely and uninhibited. This blog is an attempt to organize that energy for others to read. I hope you enjoy.