I offer nothing but false conclusions

While walking by the Koi pond
on my way to the cafeteria
a bullfrog challenged me
with an excited bellow

Both of us wisely moved away.
He with a plop headed towards
a sheltering stone turning the water
brown and inky with silt.

I kept heading toward
the cafeteria desperately craving
a venti iced coffee.

On the other side of the Koi pond
a black-haired young woman
sits on a park bench
beneath a maple tree

She is in the rapt embrace
of some flourescent computer-mediated discourse
emanating from her laptop.

The signals from the cyber continuum
bring small smiles and silent chuckles
from her otherwise impassive face
The current of microwaves
tugs at her conscious and she drifts along
heedless of time and space and place
bathed in a meandering microwave stream

Meanwhile having gotten caffeinated,
I pause at the Koi pond and ponder the young woman
The fish gather expecting to be fed
I can offer them nothing but false
conclusions based upon brief observation

Still they wait expectantly.
Realizing they'll not be fed
they pray to their Koi Gods
that I might somehow
trip, fall in and drown.


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I offer nothing but false conclusions copyright June 29, 2011 by Jamie Jacks

Chained to your sofa

for Shanna

From the prison of the body
death has sprung its
trapping mechanism.
The mechanics of the Canyon Maker
mocks medical science
with risk and uncertainty

You are a wake through every minute
as pain erodes the spirit
and a new layer of humiliation
is laid open
to the scorching air

Somewhere far away
a place where you can
no longer go
the turtle surfaces
and dives back into the
space–time clustering ocean
that laps the shores
of lithium disilicates
a million miles away

While you chained to your sofa
watch Dancing With The Stars
and wish you could O.D. on
Peanut M&Ms

You try to make sense of it
this suffering
but there is no way to achieve
differentiation

The coming of the cold
moves closer not even
bothering to be stealthy now
Brought to you by
A persistent pestilence
that devours you from within
and devastates you from
without.

Prayers are useless
years spent practicing the teachings
of Jesus are a joke.
You have not lost faith
but faith has no meaning now.

Capitano Tedeschi

Chained to your sofa copyright June 27, 2011 by Jamie Jacks

Mimicking a monkey

Why am I always tempted
with desire produced by
male-ego enhancing
hormones that activate the
stupid centers
of my brontasaurus-sized brain?

For when my blood surges
with neuro-chemical compounds
I plunge me into
those silly capers
that should embarrass a rational
middle-aged man.

Before I know it I'm out
asking undercover policewomen
for a date and naming a price,
or asking my boss
how long his brain was deprived
of oxygen before he was revived

Thus I go dancing monkey-like
through the shallower part
of the river of life
squeaking, squealing and
waving arms
which are now longer than my legs

It's then that an observant Fool
Oh, they're everywhere these days
always perched in the dense and somber shade
always watching from the borderline
that separates the magical from the practical

Oh the Fool will see me and by
applying their logical formulas
think they are seeing a miracle
or mistake my squeaks and squeals
for the raving of a new Messiah
or believe that I'm not splashing
I'm really walking on water.

Is that me or my ego's fault?
My fault naturally.
You weren't mistaken
you were deceived.
In time you'll realize
that it was just
testosterone driven me
dancing in life's river
mimicking a monkey
and not really doing
a very good job.

Capitano Tedeschi

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Mimicking a monkey. Copyright June 25, 2011 by Jamie Jacks

"Like" that one did you?

My life now
writ large on a six story
virtual billboard.

I am followed on all seven continents
North Korean hackers smirk at
my profile picture
The CIA scans my posts
for clues to the location in Pakistan
of Ayman al-Zawahiri
The world's most buxom women
send me their pictures
and beg me to give them love.
If I'm really lucky I could get
a free IPad for $20.
(Still haven't quite figured out how
that one works yet).

Don't get me wrong
it's a dangerous world
filled with zombies, perverts, and academics.
My movements, visions, and sentiments
are shared with millions.
They smile when they read
that I've just heard the roar of an African lion
Comfort me when I post
pictures of my bleeding finger
and remind me that thistles are barbed
and that roses have thorns.
And when I say that I have just
licked the salty sweat from the skin
of a woman's sternum...

"Like" that one did you?

Capitano Tedeschi

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"Like" that one did you? copyright June 22, 2011 by Jamie Jacks

The ungodly Godly

I can't pretend anymore
I can't ignore the warnings
of the coming of a terrible,
dislocating disaster

A volcanic apocalypse
that will entomb us
in suffocating ash
and molten rock

What I'm fearing
Jesus never preached
Jesus never predicted
dying on the cross

So that two millenniums later
his so-called followers
can crucify the world.

Every night the ungodly Godly
use the gleaming beam of false information
to create a ever-changing narrative,
a macho screed of
false posturing and logic
defying half-truths.

I want to scream liar! liars!
as if my angry voice could shatter
them like brittle glass
Still they keeping talking
cause they know if they lie fast enough
they can never be burned.

Oh these pampered spiritual eunuchs
in their silken suits on their naugahyde
upholstered thrones
despising fact
shouting lies in which every sentence
invokes their senile dead God Ronald Reagan
and their faux prelude to Armageddon,
September 11.

The fragrance of their corruption
wafts over the globe
from the torture chambers
of Abu Ghraib
to the office rooms of Goldman Sachs

Can they be stopped?
I don't know
I feel the minor tremors
as their tectonic vileness
subsumes the very ground
upon which I try to stand
I want to flee
to warn others
of the death and ruination
that awaits

As the ungodly Godly embrace darkness
and the darkness--evil
embraces them back

Capitano Tedeschi

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The ungodly Godly copyright June 21, 2011 by Jamie Jacks

3 poems for June

I am sending you a picture

I am sending you a picture of my Jonathan,
that naughty boy,
that horn dog, hellfire meat missile.

Don't be afraid.
Open the file and know it's from
my heart.
Know that my hand is demon-possessed.
I want it to scatter
dewy, defocused fluids as it runs down
the soft crevice of your ass
and discovers the bright star
formed by your thighs and as yet
uncrossed legs.

I am sending you a picture of my Jonathan
I want to writhe in the deep verge
the fount of musk, sweet water and
inescapable warmth.

I am sending you a picture of my Jonathan
my muscle of fun.
Oh look at it.
It's an icon of lust works that works miracles.
It is a column of desire and raging blood.

You know what next comes?
My desire overwhelms your defenses
It erodes your dikes
of deny and denial
My pipe yearns to burst
in your conduit

Don't act surprised
I wouldn't do this
if I thought you didn't want this
to happen.

I am sending you a picture
of my Jonathan.


Rituals of exclusions

You don't see it, you feel it.
The mask of your reality
cracking under the strain.

You can't just pull out
your Wizard's spell book
full of rituals of exclusions
and practical strategies
to defy unclaimed experience.

But you do it anyway.
You chant your chants,
a narrative of traumas that sounds
like werewolf cries.
You wave your hand--

The air becomes toxic.
The once clear blue sky shatters
into a heap of
glittering broken shards.

There it's finished.
Are you happy now?

Galaxy of risk

The Devil has wired
this galaxy of risk
we are living magnets
attracting only animated corpses
we call them zombies
but we are the ones
beyond redemption
deficient of Grace

We care, if we care at all
only in the physical and mental well-being
of bullies
While their victims,
well uh...you know
if they weren't where they were
they wouldn't get what they deserve

Oh I stand here
I stand of sacred ground
a paradise of paradox
where as an adult
I act childish not child-like
I can defy those harpy sisters
Science, Reality, Morality
knowing I'll get by
through some miracle or Fate

So I and you--I mean we
dance that kinky Kabuki like dance
feigning false morality
while violating natural and moral law

The seas boil turtles in their shells.
Birds burn as they fly through acid skies
Eight year-olds grow breasts and pubic hair
drinking estrogen laced milk
We dance merrily onward
from gratification to gratification
I'm thinking--
I love what is happening.
I don't even want to return.

Capitano Tedeschi

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I am sending you a picture, Galaxy of risk, and Rituals of exclusion copyright June 10, 2011 by Jamie Jacks