Poem: Been Here for Years

Not a poetic bone in her body, that’s the thing

that gives us respite, most of us

more than anything, no slogans or acronyms

to make me fly an airplane

into a building, I know what must happen

for us to survive, we need a steady hand

because we are insane, as is shown

in the mirror every morning

when the floss is red, with the blood

spilling over, and we don’t have a choice

to see what we need

before having it, my fingers are crossed.

Poem: Been Here for Years

Poem: Downtown, No Cement 3

It’s okay, everybody calm down

and settle with us, debts of gratitude

admiration and teamwork, we shall

logically arrange the fragments

of what once was, mortal shadows

portraying positivity and willing

blindness, once through the tunnel

work will begin, hopefully our leader

pointing us true, with held noses

trudging through sludge is the way

to make change, coin flip funding

the path, hopefully to loving victory

Poem: Downtown, No Cement 3

Poem: Downtown, No Cement 2

I’m chuffed and huffed, blown’ your house

down and stable where you keep your horses

because they’re everything, hopes of a million

binge purges, but at least I can still feel

the effect of drugs, like the one who spoke

at my college he twisted my sight,

but not enough was done, an impossible

task of a stepping stone, we might be getting

everything set up, in the future

hoping we can close for the storm impends.

Poem: Downtown, No Cement 2

Poem: Downtown, No Cement

“woo” my head shouts like my voice

would be, maybe not, delicate customs

in intricate intentions, I’ll stay

silent for now, mirroring the harbinger

cackling under bloody sky, dig a hole

swallowing a protein pill that tastes just

like ass, the alternative though,

racing all around wallpapering

blueprints of a shelter, because perhaps

the beast is born, and we are in trouble

Poem: Downtown, No Cement

Poem: Coming this Fall

Morality’s appealing in the subtext,

underused and oversexed,

plying at your disinterest

with a cannibal crowbar,

scarfing to the last is butterscotch

reality programming, who wants a home

premieres the homeless living

in a house together, competing for nothing,

and in the end they all must leave,

“Human Comedy” produced by Mark Burnett.

Poem: Coming this Fall

Poem: The Shadow Knows

He who says horrible things,

tickling,

tickling the ivories with a feather,

taunting trumpets from behind

the hill, march at his sides

out of step, disagreeable and hair trigger

tempers tear at the heat making multiple

maniacs, spouting like a fountain

of opinion, or more like a hydrant

in a riot, but what a party.

Poem: The Shadow Knows

Really, No Comment 3

To rest among corpses fits, logically when it’s considered

through a Dickens lens, for we’re all dead anyway

especially now, finding life in the grit

smirking and chuckling like a reflex reaction,

ungirded with intent to punish and judge

worthy those that claimed a place, leaving non grata

bygone brothers and sisters, pitiable portions

of the landscape, we are born again

in a bizarro centerpiece, let the chips fall

for they may crush, and that’s what we want.

Really, No Comment 3

Poem: Really, No Comment 2

The world will end in plasma

tax rioting, all stabbing all feeling life in the flow

of blood there is much made, to be

the known and to know, your fellow man

but not in his origin, or where he comes

and for what?  We are not shadows

from before making mountains

of planted flags, we are a king

unless we’re dead, which is the way of the now.

Poem: Really, No Comment 2

Poem: Really, No Comment

Everything goes in us all around, tucking gold prayers

in a circle sack, injecting snake oil and cardamom

supplement to ease the tremors, but shake we will

in an earthquake, the future is blades behind

a curtain it seems proven again, this morning

or next climbing up a toll, from two to three four

figures of the dead, and I can’t even watch

the horror unfolding, denial of it is surrender

to the all of it really, in the back dry retching.

Poem: Really, No Comment

Movie Review: Lupin the Third and the Castle of Cagliostro

Lupin the Third and the Castle of Cagliostro (1979)

Director: Hayao Miyazaki

Written by: Hayao Miyazaki and Maruya Yamazaki

Cast: Yasuo Yamada, Eiko Matsuyama, Kiyoshi Kobayashi

Streaming for free on Hulu

As Hayso Miyazaki’s Lupin the Third and the Castle of Cagliostro opens, legendary thief Arsene Lupin III and his sidekick Jigen are escaping from the scene of a brash casino robbery.  As they run, each towing a huge sack of cash, they leap twice over the metal gates barring their exit jumping much higher and much farther than would be humanly possible.  The security staff of the casino they just robbed gives chase, but they find that their vehicles have been sabotaged, with one of them even splitting in half as it tries to start.  Kooky happenings like this occur regularly in The Castle of Cagliostro, and they make for a marvelously fun movie well worth seeking out.

The film follows legendary thief Arsene Lupin (pronounced Loo-pon) the Third as he unravels the secrets of the ancient kingdom of Cagliostro, beats the bad guy and saves the damsel in distress.  The character of Lupin III is essentially a cross between James Bond and Bugs Bunny, outsmarting authorities and villains wearing a playful smile.  This character was once wildly popular in Japan, with a staggering list of movie titles to his credit, but this one is special.  This is Hayao Miyazaki’s first film, and it has him establish a spirit of fun and inventiveness he would go on to display in Princess Mononoke, My Neighbor Totoro, and Kiki’s Delivery Service.  Miyazaki’s endlessly inventive imagination pours from every cell of the film, making for some of the craziest action I have ever seen.

This is particularly true of one sequence wherein Lupin scales an impossibly tall and thin tower and sets up a miniatured rocket on its pointed roof.  After he fumbles with the rocket and it slips from his grasp, he chases after it, gaining enough speed from his descent down the roof of the tower that he is able to simply leap all the way to the princess’s tower, which previously had seemed at least two football fields away..  This moment further confirms that the rules of physics and common sense have no place in this world, making of it an ideal setting for the adventures of an invincible super-thief.  In an earlier scene, Lupin and his partner Jigen, a character pulled out of hard boiled detective fiction and given a military railgun, are attacked by a crowd of ninjas and lead a chase over the rooftops before dropping into their Beetle and speeding away.

Lupin ricochets from one impossible situation to another, swimming up a waterfall and tricking the buffoonish Inspector Zenigata at every turn, he is the perfect foil around whom to build a world of true imaginative energy.  In the English language dub (available for free on Hulu), as the thieve’s hotel room is crowded with skulking ninjas, Lupin chirps with a bright and optimistic voice, “Hey look, the whole gang’s here!”  In this age of conflicted, hyper violent heroes and dark messages about the real world, it’s good to escape into a world of fun, and The Castle of Cagliostro offers just that.

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Movie Review: Lupin the Third and the Castle of Cagliostro