Category: abstraction

Ranting 1.0

Book of Poems and Other Doings 2015

Your soul it

Seeps into my eyes

Creeps under my skin

Smells like cheese

Wearing my heart it

Sinks in deeper colors all

Gone I hear no one the

Smells are stronger now

Seeping into my eyes more

And more fingers

Are

Crawling up

My back pinching

My spine with a bite of

Lime and a touch of hell

Laughing at me. Can you believe?

Is it serious? Yes it is and

It can be very serious. Cancer dies

Today. It leaves the

Planet good bye!

A. Hernandez 1 13 2016

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As The Zero Sinks Slow / 4 15 1990

Don’t ask and I won’t tell. Must have been something I ate or smoked.

And the Knights came and then the Dazes

The knights came out their spying hidden behind the faces of the darkness running towards the black sun rays that bounced off the never ending mountain tops.

Slow is this slow sorry system watching the cloudy sky.
Slow is this same song sang to the swimming spades that catch my eye.

From

      Now on the worldcame is a new

                                                       Word to speak to me in

                                                                                                 There over the blades you see

Me

And

            The same thing as before you have seen, comes. Nad is a new word skales goffis stuidsans craziode telescammers microblasters
sandblamer coffeit ocultoriosauroias

                     Santa Maria Santa Maria Santa Maris We Spill

Crazy beams of light enter my hole in my head at incredible speeds. My mind seems to snap, like the finish of the rubber band stretch.
From now onster tee hee get the jike with the guy on the yellow
                                                 yoke he seem to spoke to the old folk.

Yonkers bonkers shonkers getfurs and red men how they yell waving Silver’s arrow of silver,
Tonight we mate no matter how we may smell, to night we mate to the sounds the make ears turn, and minds that melt, like the ice that spread over your table and onto the filthy floor.

Good morning really what I meant to spell was good moring no I misspelled again. Bonne Jour, Better, Buenas Dias, worse?
Well no wonder there are these stars that sparkle, it is your eyes hidden from my soul.
No wonder I say to my dog over by the long tree roots where the dying leaves have fall.
It is spring time now you fool. But this is not spring too much space in the world.

A. Hernandez 4 15 1990

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THE STAIN THAT NEVER WENT AWAY

I looked at it.
What ever it was, it smelled of shit.
Black as night.
Absent of light.
I touched at it.
It scarcely moved to my touch,
Like it breathed and then hushed.
And on my finger it left a blemish of such.
I tried to remove it from my finger.
But it stayed, the scent of it lingered.
I looked at the stain and it appeared to grow, meshing skin
And it together.
What had been my middle finger was now just a black smear,
And rub as I tried it would not come clear.
It began to reach upward into my arm, leaving behind its
trek a tar black road.
My mind raced, and suffered, there seem no sign of relief
from this heavy load.

by A. Hernandez (Date Unknown)

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lIFE iN gENERAL / 6-28-1987 / A. Hernandez

i LOVE TO WATCH THE TUBE AND LAUGH AT THE HUES

i CRAVE TO WATCH THE TUBE AND SCREAM AT THE HUES

lOOK AT THAT PICTURE, IT’S SO VERY BRIGHT

lOOK FOR THE LAKE IT IS ALL LIGHT

lOOK FOR THE CAKE IT IS ALL RIGHT

i LOVE IT IS THE DAY!! I LOVE IT IS THE DAY!!

aND WITH THE DAY THE PAY, THE MONEY!!

i SPEND THE CASH AND BUY ME A PAST

I SPEND THE DAY AND MORE I DARE PAY

6-28-1987 A. Hernandez

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The Strangest of the Strange / 4 -7 1990

Paper scratch cuts my finger itch tips my toes

The light that gathers on my nose as I rose

The dim light of the moon as soon as the sun is gone

Makes a path as long as the dark and colorless road beyond.

From my pin point I see nothing but the nothing to see

But the blue sea only the great waves from the sea.

Me myself, floating on driftwood sailing the only trace

A long thin unseen strait that bonds me to race

And the birds like the light lite of feathers

Slowly such as the sunflower seeds in the flight in the stormy weather.

I reach the end a heavenly place, so much my life, circled by the

Circle of life.

And there my strife is my end.

So too much, rush, blows me like the quick grasp of the winds that

Swept into my town and the people all around…the sweet soft sound.

A leak, that spills on my blanket that is so special

So red like the blood that spurts from the neck when vampire bites.

And now and then when the store is open to the only poor and rich and very important people. The sky is gray. The milk has spoiled and then only then the day care will close and the owls will shriek.

A. Hernandez 4 -7 1990

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A Very Slow Beat

A. Hernandez circa 1980s (hmmm. what was i thinking?)

Thump, clunk, and there goes a peace there goes another chunk.

The time goes tick tock like on the hour clock.

And as the trees start to bend to the shove of the angry wind, you see

The sun smile through the leaves.

The very slow warm flow that we feel it shrinks the cold and slows the eat of the seal.

The slow, time full stretch of the pink green cat, takes up the slide of

The seconds that pop!

We wait and we wait and watch as the sun reaches the top, and there it soon shall stop. And the clouds nearby begin to find the time to flip and to flop. As home boys falling in the grass below, start to gay and joy a hop.

But then the crop of corn that soon to fade in the endless

Plains, by the time it takes to see a tree a flame.

The very slow step the very slow crept, and make your bets, that the time

Shall be never too soon, and to watch the moon.

We can shake the cold and pull the bothersome slays, just as you lick a pop or suck the clay. As you stay and lay on a clump of K’s.

A. Hernandez circa 1980s

Downtown DeLand Florida #MyPhoto