Opaque Window
Written by Kurt Tyler Thompson
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Copyright 2012
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Trade Paperback Edition– 1-59408-273-X
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If I could do it all over I would turn water into Kurt Thompson’s words.- Jesus Christ- Carpenter
Table of Contents
Forgotten
Aliens
Carcinogenic Love Poem
An Ode To Homer
Carpe Nochem
Cyber
Hospital Mornings
Paper Cuts
Darling
My Answer
She
Hollywood Hypocrisy
Sleep
The Almighty Dirty Dollar
Glass Houses
Queen of the Clouds
Forlorn
Push
Metal Monsters
Goodbye
Forgotten
On the bus,
I saw a man without legs to dance on;
Listening to music
Coming through enormous earphones strapped around his head
He nodded a slight rhythm
And tapped his crooked fingers on the seat cushions beside him
Slow and steady
I want to run
I want to skip
Jump
Kick
Squat
With my two good legs--But I don’t
When the cripple rolls off of the bus and back into the world
A pretty young blonde takes his place
I forgot my gift of limbs already.
Aliens
Rapid consumption of oil on a long midnight flight
We’re closer than air particles in the dark sky
Squeezing bits of single serving meat-loaf & parmesan encrusted tilapia into our mouths
We don’t eat for necessity
But
Because we enjoy the motions
We could fast for weeks without hunger
She spills a glass of red wine, a Cabernet Sauvignon,
With a whisper she apologizes
I don’t have to clean it up,
I explain
I’m middle class now
Leave that to the Mexicans, Ukrainians, Irish
You know,
Whatever race we exploit these days
If Aliens land on earth today,
We must not kill,
Or experiment
Instead,
We will welcome them into the open arms of our work force
With a menial but fair wage
Carcinogenic Love Poem
Sweetheart,
I want to steal the pain
The microwaves have inflicted you’re delicate skin
Replace the harsh burn with cool, soft, kisses
I don’t remember how hard it is to breathe this thick air
To taste pollution with my open mouth
Allowing it to infiltrate the structure of my tongue
I’ve locked myself away,
Inside this piece of modern architecture
Avoiding an artificial earth that is no longer mothered
Or cared for
You’re sweet intelligence is remarkable,
Unavoidable,
Complete.
Let us travel through hallways and frolic in bedrooms
Make love atop plastic furniture
I cannot cure cancer,
My Iridescent rose petal
I can however keep out all of the carcinogens
That exists in this environment.
An Ode to Homer
Her auburn hair smells like fresh rain in the springtime,
And tastes a bit sweet when it accidentally attacks my tongue
She is soft
I know all girls are soft and pretty
With skin like teddy bears,
But she is particularly soft
I think she washes back with fabric softener
Even in the morning her mouth feels clean
Between the moment her eyes open and her first cup of coffee
She has an awkward smile;
Half awake
Half intrigued
All pissed off that the day has started so soon
We speak like cross cultures
Or
Two completely different animals
That somehow figured out how to mate
She doesn’t enjoy good music
Her favorite song is from The Blueprint
And
She hates the Simpson’s
Well
It was fun while it lasted
It’s not that I make entire assumptions about who you are
By what you watch,
But if you cannot like the Simpson’s,
Even a little,
We will never be in love
You’re sense of humor is obviously non-existent
But we can still have sex
Even a soft hand creates a hard slap.
Carpe Nochem
My dreams get considerably stranger as nights pass
I intended to study these interesting images years prior-
Alas,
Not enough hours in the day to accomplish what happens at night
My favorite coma involves vicious vampires and malicious sex
Some crazy depiction of lust
Either I attempt to escape the grasp of a Bram stoker character
Or
I am one of the beasts chasing down prey
Occasionally,
I know my hideous secret
&
Seduce women into my realm of darkness
I often wonder why?
I am a creature of the night?
A member of the undead guild
Do I miss the texture and taste of blood?
That sweet elixir caressing my tender tongue
Is it passion that I lack?
Why these women?
Do I lust after another?
In the majority of horror films
Vampires are depicted as those gross bloodsucking leaches
Attaching themselves to a host
Vampires are the evil enemy that eventually dies by the hand of a handsome hero
I am vain without vanity
It shall continue to be a mystery of darkness-
Carpe Nochem, (seize the night)
Cyber
Blame is personified until it becomes almost human
Like Frankenstein,
Or Karl Rove
We watch while mud is slung over dirty shoulders
Never stopping to imagine a clean race without slander
Don’t worry soap is available
It’s just difficult to disinfect moral conundrums,
Scandals,
Affairs,
Etcetera,
Etcetera,
Personified blame creeps and crawls until
A target is somehow acquired
Whether it be the cinema
The video game industry
Some random war that we are either in or out of
> Then it roars as loud as possible
It rips and tears with vicious claws
Until the blood is as prevalent as rain water
Hospital Mornings
Let me sleep
Take my vitals later
It’s not like I’m going nowhere
‘cept maybe to the smoke room
To inhale the sweet slender allure of a Marlboro Red
Every hour on the dot
You check to see if I’m sleeping in that uncomfortable bed
To ensure
I still rest
Beneath the flickering florescent light tube
My hair has gotten longer
I NEED to chop and shave
Someone supply me with a razor
Oops
Forgot I was suicidal
Unfortunately I am not allowed to have those
Regardless how hard I attempt to guard the scars on my arms
Days start sooner
Nights shorten to a moment of temporary bliss
A crazy bastard sings by my bedroom door
About God
Love
Jesus Christ
I pray the savior swoops in to muzzle his newest apostle
Die for our sins later buddy, I need sleep now
Paper Cuts
Lightning bolt strike the forming fetus
Before it becomes another aimless American
Starving under street lights
Searching for a dumpster to dive in
Wondering
If there is a definitive answer
Or at least a reason
To hope
The last of which washed into the gutter
From the reign of a sad sick society
Scrub the stains off with a morality cleanser
It comes in pine or lemon scent with a hint of spiritual guidance
This way we will not notice the stench of genocide
Babies open their eyes already addicted
They yearn for a hit
It isn’t smoked
Snorted
Or muscle popped
Just a piece of paper.
Darling
My darling,
Is pretty right after her first cup of coffee
That I serve to her underneath blankets and sheets
Because her eyes won’t quite open yet
My dear,
Is pretty when her breath tastes hot,
Like Midsummer sand
And my tongue caresses the plaque on her bicuspids
My partner
Is pretty when we watch scary movies
And she can only peak through finger tips
That cover
Her hazel eyes
My Lover
Is pretty
Before we make sweet sexual advances
And tells me to be quick because she has to work early in the morning
But Mommy
Is gorgeous
When she teaches my daughter
To be bilingual in English and Spanish
At the tender age of two
My Answer
A snobbish girl looks at me
Her nose pointed up
Her eyes pointed down
She asks
Why do you write?
I explain;
I write to exert emotion
To get rid of words festering inside
To humble myself
I write to expand my mind
Extend my thoughts
Show the world not everything is ugly
Or torn apart
That we can become something
I write so that my heart will continue to beat
My lungs continue to exhale
To ensure my next focal point is not the top of a casket
But most of all
I write because of the judgmental
The jealous
The hypocritical
I write to silence people like you.
She
How will I explain?
That you were my favorite accident
Or
That drugs are okay in moderation
How will I explain?
Not to drink and drive
Unless you’ve only had 2
Or
I will always be here no matter what happens
How will I explain?
That the grass is not always greener
And
To stop and sniff the tulips
Before your sinuses wither
How will I explain?
That only some cops are good
That racism is wrong,
That your Barbie doll looks like a slut
And
You can’t dress like that until your 22
How will I explain?
That The Darkness isn’t a very good band
But they helped to create you,
Well,
That and booze
How will I explain?
You’re the reason I wake up
And,
Without you I couldn’t.
Hollywood Hypocrisy
Do you know why pretty woman wasn’t believable?
Because Richard Gere never got the swab
He potentially fell in love with a whore with herpes
And never went to the free clinic to get tested
(Whore meaning occupation, not slander)
I know it’s not supposed to be real
Or
Believable
But I don’t even go to the bathroom without wiping off the seat twice
Movies never justify real love
They never get down and dirty to the truth
Hell,
If J-Lo was my wedding planner, my wife would be left at the alter
I’d follow that ass all the way to a prenuptial agreement
The sacrament of marriage is so sacred that gays can’t tie the knot
But you’d better watch out if you’re wedding planners hot!
The closet Hollywood could get to true love is
(Drum roll please)
Natural Born Killers
Absolutely
He went in, whacked the family, they go on a kill crazy rampage,
And fate keeps them together in the end
You want true love?
It’s right next to the Easter Bunny,
At the graham cracker cottage
Near the chocolate waterfall
You want true love?
Live with a crazy pregnant girl for nine months,
If you don’t jump out of a window and die
You win
But if you live after jumping out of a window you better come back with a snow cone
Or she’s going to beat you with a remote control
True love is changing diapers and paying bills
Sticking next to someone regardless of the hardships
Checking the closet when your lover’s scared
Holding puke hair at a keg party
Leaving the bathroom door open when you pee
And thinking of them first
Sleep
Say what you see
When your eyelids softly meet in the middle
When
Your brain goes on lockdown from the hopeless reality of life
The weird perceptions
The alternate reality
It lives in the realms of your mind
Your dreams
Nightmares
Sensual thoughts
Fears
You wander through the world where you cannot die but truly live
They are made up of clusters of deep fried dinner
Stress from work
Relationship roller coasters
Where nothing is real
But
Everything has a taste
A feel
A once guarded emotion
We find comfort
Strength for tomorrow
It prepares us for the day
Without this break we become irritable, irrational,
Enjoy my friends,
The unknown universe that resides in your own mind