A Concerned Cat on my Lap

Cat on my lap
Watching giant bugs on tv
Killing humans.
Cat looks at me
With concern
As the other cat attempts
To jump up on me
From the ceramic floor;
But the other cat decides not too.
I tell cat on my lap its not real
The bugs are not real
Do not worry cat.
The other cat circles
Me and contemplates
The jump once more
Yet leaves the attempt
For another time.
Cat continues to
Watch the bugs
Tearing the humans
Apart with their sharp
Roach like claws.
With concern.
I shake my head,
The bugs are hollywood bugs
And are not real stop
Worring so much cat.
This other cat is sleeping
Next to me and snoring
And maybe even dreaming.
I wonder what is this cat
Dreaming about.
This cat yawns and looks
At me.
And smiles over the sound
Of humans being torn apart.

A hernandez may 8th 2025

I Don’t Want To Freak Out

I don’t want to freak out
But there is a bug in my coffee
But there is a snake under my bed
But there is a zombie in my head
But there is bullet headed my way
It will be here soon
Firm and strong and ready
To break bone and slaughter flesh.
I don’t want to freak out
But is there a way out?
Not to freak out?
I don’t want to freak out.
Oh shit there’s a big ass bear over there too!

A Hernandez 11 6 2023

Trapped In Hell / By A.Hernandez Nov-18-1988

Way deep inside the hole called hell

I try to breath in the flames without my lungs

Catching on fire. It hurts to exhale.

Gliding on ferocious fire, flesh burnt to the iron heat. I come here to be loved by torment and anguish. Racing around my hair

A little match spitting

Sparks shreds of the skin turning black smoke rising,

Floats of smoke, coughing choking lungs, death is

At my neck, doom right behind her.

There is only despair hiding in the

Next room because I can see it seep into my

Hole. It is so evil, so huge, like a black

Monster busting out of the lonely quarters deep inside earth.

The room, the hole has been turned pitch darkness,

Crammed to let no light penetrate. I hold

On no longer, fire is coming closer…closer…

a.h. 11-18-1988

My Photo / The Empty Cicada Shell 8 22 2023

Pleading

“Who the hell–cough–are you man–cough,cough–huh?”

I’m the guy who sprayed you with this deadly gas from this deadly can.

“You–cough–are killing me…”

Boyyyyy, but what a smart one you are. Yes it’s the deadly gas that makes you now speak to me. At first I did not hear you, but then after a few sprays of this deadly gas you can actually find the senses to talk to me.

“Why–cough–I must say–cough–cough–why?–I have a hive i must–cough–watch hatch;” (coughing loudly) “baby flys- cough,cough,cough–to look after–cough,cough–Mr?–cough.”

I am my darling’s big old man, she sent me to exterminate you. Believe me, if not for her, my darling, you’d still be flying around.

[Coughing loudly, the slowly but surely dying fly kicks up its legs, and finishes its coughing.] “Poor thing,” the big old man murmured.

Arturo Hernandez 5-2-1995

My Tiny Fly Collection

There are dead ones, and live ones.
Newborn, old, and sunshine ones.
Squash ones, black and blue ones, ones
That bleed all over when stepped on and others that do not run.
There are ones flying and a tiny colony of ones resting, peacefully, from the other ones.
And ones that zoom, and speed through the air, and ones that enter the sun.
Come to think of it, there is no doubt ones that always find time to have lots of fun.
This is my collection, I tell you the truth, no lie, come and play with me and we’ll have the most fun.

Arturo Hernandez 4/30/1993