What it Means to be a Man

-Maxwell R. Davis

Starting a Fist Fight with an Oncoming Train

These tides they are a same-in.
A new day dawns to reach the old sunset
nature´s turns are circles
spinning endless.

Elitism, A pox on your house
A feckless insult landing squarely on all shoulders.
A faultless man could never reach these heights
Elitist all, decent none
Stop telling me what to do.

I hear the beast a dancin',
It's screams and wails reverberating
Ah yes he says just like Ghengis,
Just like Caesar,
Just like Bush.

I want to scream
"It's all falsehood"
"Every word drips lies"
"just look at the trail. That goo is unmistakable"

I swing my fists
Landing air
laughter erupts.
"Can't he see? We're fixing the world."
Maybe they are, but only for them.

Fuck your world.
Fuck your petty causes.
Fuck health care.
Fuck Social Security.
Their endless eating has stripped my bones.

They see, They know
They can't help themselves.
They can't stop themselves from laughing,
"What could be funnier than a boxing Skeleton?"

Three ditties from the airplane

Three Chimes on the Hour

Ding, Ding, Dong
Rough acoustics startle
Dreary eyes widen
A day like all others
Singular as part of the infinitum
Three more hours
Nine more chimes
A day alike,
But for one last thing
Today the songs are inaudible

The crescent of an orchid

Vulvic jutting
a flower grown wild
Hanging from the wall
Its openness pornographic
No shame, no fear
Is this the way we should live?
adrift in sensuality?
Its earthy aroma calls
Sweet, and yet tinged with naivety
Does it know how easily it could be crushed?
does it matter?
A flower, a woman the questions are the same.

Music Defines my Relationships

The stones ripple across blown speakers
her mouth moves, but her words evasive
a serpentine nature.
They sound of meaning that I cannot grasp
Curling around I want to ask
"what is the point?"
"Why are we waiting?"
Instead I nod.
My agreance is preordained
My cowardice is a learned habit
I tell myself there is strength in this.
That my passivity is grease
These rails need lubrication
If only
If only
If only
Each held word is itself an ends.
The warble now stronger.
More distinct
Less able to understand
never able to interpret

Why Crowds Scare Me (the commonality of the holocaust and a knicks game)

The crowd as MSG
is Moved uniformly

A spirit of worthlessness
Which infuriates them

All exciting in the detail
of the endless chase

The blooming of error
the flash of genius

All to no end save beauty
the only eternal

So in detail they, the crowd
embody beauty

for this

to be warned against

saluted and defied --

It is alive, and stinking

it snarls glumly

its words cut --

The flashy child with his

mother, gets it --

The Jew gets it straight -- it

is deadly, terrifying --

It is the Inquisition, the

Shoah, the Palace Revolution

It is beauty itself

that lives

day by day in them

idly, fervently --

This is

the power of their faces

This is the power
To move the world

Unthinking, Unblinking
Amock with its anger

Whole Sale Decimation (on throwing out moldy lunch meat)

It was an icy day.

We buried this life

Then left out the trash

The world set fire to it

The mold that escaped

both plastic and fire

lived on in the cold

Why I'm an asshole

Ok so I just read over some of my posts and they all seem to be about how shitty women are. They are not. I am silly and overly dramatic in my proclamations. I am a terrifically flawed being, and I want very much to not come off as someone who hates women. I do not. I think they are great like sunshine and lollipops.

Anoucha Brown Sanders and Why She Got What She Deserved

Anoucha Brown Sanders was almost certainly not sexually harassed. Her basic claim is that she was routinely referred to as a bitch. Mind you there is no evidence that this was how she was exclusively referred to, but rather that she was at times referred to in this manner. If this is true so the fuck what? I work in a high pressure environment. People get frustrated, and sometimes personal insults are exchanged (particularly if you're an unpleasant person). A week ago my boss threatened to slit my throat. I didn't think of this as him attempting to kill me. Our environment is fast paced and people say stupid shit. Her claim that Isiah propositioned her seems ludicrous as he's isiah thomas and she's massively unattractive. Girls get over on this shit all the time, but you can't say shit, or you're a chauvinist. In a sports environment masculinity rules. There is no way around this. She knew she was working for a sports team a certain amount of more limited decorum while unfortunate is certainly not sexual harassment. Shit damn you women folk sure do abuse a history of repression don't you? I mean she may have been harassed, but just because she's a woman, and they're men doesn't make it sexual. The case came down to Isiah's word vs hers of course she wins. This is actually true in rape cases also. A women's word bizarrely carries more weight than a man's. I hate this.