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Paul Rousseau Jun 2012
My coffee’s getting cold so I
Top it off
The steam ran away and it
Might get lost
The humans sit and stare while at
The crosswalk
I pass and stand awake and wait and
Hear them talk-
-ing about the meat that grows in
Livestock
I guess I thought that caffeine was a weakness
Paul Rousseau Jun 2012
They can see the right now in our eyes
(I do advise)
They can see the right now in our eyes
(It’s no surprise)
They can see the retina in our eyes
(If one implies)
They can see the retina in our eyes
(It’s not unwise)
Paul Rousseau Jun 2012
My mom told me to look both ways when I cross the street
Now my puppies pushing daisies underneath my feet  

On the day of Halloween back when I was 6
I was careful and quiet, in the burbs and near the sticks
Today was different, but I didn’t know how
A day supposedly saved for the devil would ever be allowed

I knew how to be scared, and I’m sure I felt fear
Being acquaintances with Lucifer every time I looked in the mirror  
I noticed I was whiter becoming the shade of a lamp
And I could tell that my eyes were progressively turning black

And so I left
My own reflection
I knew that I was morphing only in the wrong direction
Every ounce of good inside me was getting digested in my stomach
And when I ran onto my family I pretended I was dumbstruck

Never before had the thought of being the black sheep become so vivid
Now I knew I didn’t belong and it was something I had to live with
Bouncing a ball to the floor off a wall and back in my hand
Seemed to be the only thing left in the world that I could understand

Then a voice in my head reverberated like the voice of God
But this was an opposing force and it sounded quite odd
I couldn’t make out a langue but the message was unmasked
He said I was his servant and blood was what he had asked

My mind was spinning and my palms were to the ground
My memory erased and my soul was lost and found
I hungered for death knowing the honor that I bestowed
And so I pushed my puppy into the middle of the road

My mom told me to look both ways when I cross the street
Now my puppies pushing daisies underneath my feet
Paul Rousseau Jun 2012
In a world where we ruin things just to build them again
We’re never satisfied in the state we’re in
Atop the plane of embodiment we’ve fallen to inhabit the Earth
Secret eso-life agendas, as we’re drained we find our worth
And we hunt beside the hydra aquatic manic menthol mammal
Disease hear me please I can’t feel the wax from candles
My good luck charm is somewhere eating in my garden
I would write to my God but instead I beg its pardon
Paul Rousseau Jun 2012
Words are worthy of a thousand pictures  
And with a beat behind them it summons added listeners
There isn’t anything quite as beautiful as the quality of human-
“Are you coming home yet?”
“Nah.”
“Well soon then.”
Paul Rousseau Jun 2012
Dean and I loitered on iron horseback
Flaked with nuances and peppered with a keen stutter
Our jokes had weight
Weight creates a gravitational pull
Our jokes had a gravitational pull
My clone emerged in the rearview mirror with his girlfriend
Dean and I thought that was funny
They were attracted to us, for once
We got a bite to eat, my head, like a gyroscope
Universal karma
Revolving, self-stabilization
Into the palm of reconciliation
Forced by nature
With interdependence
A means to measure
And counter each sentence
Paul Rousseau Jun 2012
Minor minor
Folk not a kinder
Gilded shield of forest and water
Apex affront the king’s courage, reminder
The problem with pinnacle was hunting behind her
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