PEPSI ROUNDHOUSE KICKS COKE IN AN UNFORGETTABLE CAGE MATCH BATTLE

they asked me
coke or pepsi
and i said
neither
sir
i am
good
without either
for both are good
without me
and i ain’t no dummy
to be sitting here
being told
by a coke can
that we need to
incentivise jobs
here in bubbly sugarland
being told
by a pepsi can
that blue is the way of my
blood
that before my blood
hits the surface of reality
that it’s blue
that it’s experience
that turns my blood red
coke red
red red
but then i said
i’ll just have
water
because i
am in the market
of quenching my thirst
and the thirst
of those hungry for water
not
yours
not
what you’re selling
thank you
very much

COPYRIGHT BRICE MAIURRO 2016

WHEN YOU REALIZE YOU ARE WITHIN THE DREAM RIGHT NOW

when you realize that you are within the dream right now
when you look to the wooden rose on the bedroom stand
and realize about the wooden rose on the bedroom night stand
when your hands sink into the bed like your floating on the top
half of the hourglass
you’ll be on the bottom side of the hourglass
and then you’ll most likely break free of both sides of the hourglass

when you realize that you are within the dream right now
fixated on the piloting twisting blades of the fan gyrating
the hula girl bouncing around on your dashboard
her plastic cleavage subtle and underplayed
and you’re curious
you’re always curious and you begin to sandbox
you stop trying to steel building and you begin trying to sandbox
and there you are again
on the top half of the hourglass
you’ll be on the bottom side of the hourglass
and then you’ll most likely break free of both sides of the hourglass

or a marriage. or a personal personal conflict. you’ll break free of
your credit score. the high school pressures of your baseball dad.
you’ll break free of your chainsmoking mother.
of that story that you keep flipping back through with your licked finger.
when you realize that you are within the dream right now
when the punctuation marks become. some  what        irrelevant

when you become somewhat irrelevant
and maybe you float like wifi across a populated teenaged food court
and maybe you float like god

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POEM COPYRIGHT BRICE MAIURRO 2016
PICTURE BY THIS SALVADOR DALI GUY

HER HEART IS A DRUMKIT

her heart is a drumkit
crash cymbal flash light
boom bap across the stage
that splays her arms
across forever dance stoned
caffeine fingers smoke rings
emanating to the consolation
of every single constellation

her heart is a drumkit
kick drum dig deep
into the well rock drop
ripples into persistent
persistent persistent
legs against legs
harmonic hopesong
lost in honesty

that’s where to be lost

her heart is a drumkit
rolling snare downhill
kissed to death to bed
to sleep to dream to love
again and over and again
punch to the heartgut
drumkit kickdrum
snare snare snare
legs against legs
bottom of the bot
bottom of the bot
bottom of the bottom
of the bottom of the
well rock deep
deep skip lost drum
kick drum beat drum
kick snare lost drum
drum lost in honesty
honestly lost in honest
we lost in honestly we
honor thee honestly
lost in honestly
that’s where to be lost

her heart
a drumkit
and we
lost in
hones
ty

COPYRIGHT BRICE MAIURRO 2016

LANDSCAPERS

and maybe god paints like an etch a sketch
shaken up and then twisted on both ends
he lets writhe the pixelated confines of his or her mind
and bleeding black across the gray canvass
they’ll say what is it
and he (or she) will say
“it’s a pony,”
but it don’t look like no god damn pony
not unless you know what a pony looks like
“what is it?” you’ll ask as she (or he) shakes and twists it again
“it’s a natural disaster,”
god will say
but this time you most likely won’t question it
if it’s a natural disaster it’s a natural disaster
and the streets will fill with the wreckage of one thousand broken
wooden homes and you’ll sit and you’ll ask yourself
“is this really what it is,”
carefully stacked cards
second after second of grain of sand within tight tweezers
moved carefully over into sand castles
and then the wave hits
and they may come through
truck after truck
the landscapers taking their giant paint brush
and painting over your beautiful scars with two-dimensional
television shows
all televised
all tossed up on the internet like a giant fucking billboard
wrapped around the mouth of liberty like a ballgag
that says
“everything is okay,”
because the tiny little landscapers came along
and they trimmed that grass right to regulation length
they wiped up your blood with a swiffer wet jet
and they told you
it’s over
move on
everything is okay

COPYRIGHT BRICE MAIURRO 2016

I SHOT A BULLET AT THE MIRROR AND THE MIRROR SHOT BACK

i shot a bullet at the mirror and the mirror shot back
and my head hit the tile with a thunderous clack
and the clack sounded loudly such an echoing sound
and as i stared at the ceiling all the cobwebs i’d found
they reminded me time has a way to keep moving
and i found myself stuck with no patience to lose and
my patience was gone it had leaked from my brain
and it packed up its suitcase and boarded the train
and the train went to nowhere or at least so i heard
when i sat back and watched and i realized absurd
things happen and we just keep sipping our coffee
as we stare at our watch in some strange hotel lobby
that we call our existence where we never are sure
if our intentions are selfless or if they come across pure
but i’m telling you this that i learned looking up
at the ceiling of the bathroom where i swallowed my blood
that if the train that your riding ever goes off the track
and you pick up a gun and it goes in your sack
and you go to a room with a mirror that stares
and its empty and hopeless with too many chairs
and not enough people and you look in the mirror
and you’re just staring back at everything that you fear
when you pull out your gun from your oversized sack
if you shoot at the mirror it is sure to shoot back
this i know beyond reason this i know for a fact
cause i shot at the mirror and the mirror shot back

COPYRIGHT BRICE MAIURRO 2016