Sunday, December 31, 2017

Mixing red, yellow, and blue

Her eyes. They burn into mine,
So I only look for a moment at a time.

A lovely bird singing her song of joy or sadness,
She can be ready to fly or ready to create a nest,
Of baby birds.

She is one of a kind.

Have you ever noticed a woman's voice,
Is like a song she sings when she speaks and you are in love?

Tuesday, December 5, 2017


Big yellow fruit.
Cylinders with narrow tips.
Curved at the ends.

Sexual fruit,
But not by their design.
Our views and our design.

Monkeys eat bananas.
So do humans.
This gives us relationship.

Bananas are healthy and sweet.
Potassium is plenty in a banana.
Most people eat one banana.
But have you ever tried to eat one right after another?

Women eating bananas is considered sexy by hormonal men.
Some men eating bananas can be sexy too, considered by other hormonal men.

Bananas go good with peanut butter and a glass of milk.
Elvis likes peanut butter, banana and bacon sandwiches.

Don't get me started with plantains.

Tuesday, October 31, 2017

When We Get Spooky

I'm on the streets, alone.
Desperately not seeking attention,
Yet I'm found.
This always happens and I won't turn it down.

A man sees me and points his camera at me.
"Can I take your picture?"
I feign a smile.
I go to West Hollywood every year.
On Halloween.

This year, again, alone.
Sometimes a friend accompanies me.
Many times I make new acquaintances out on the street.
I go whether anyone is with me or not.
People-watching is a pastime of mine.
I enjoy anonymity.

Another camera, and then a camera phone.
They like what I've brought to the Carnival.
I like making things doper than dope.
And not spending more than a few dollars on it.

The usuals are there.
I see a Superman, a Batman, a Flash.
I see a naughty kitten, the half-naked kind.
My eyes try not to make contact.
She looks down at her cleavage anyway.
I'm caught.
I try not to make eye contact with her and move on.
She's probably trouble.

There's usually a few people in stilts as high as 10 feet tall,
And men dressed as women.
The gay men dress in leotards and the straight men dress as buff heroes.
Many people there tonight.
Most arrived late because of work during the day.

Tonight I'm a mix of Ace Frehley, Chad Gray from the "Dig" music video, a Slipknot member, and a punk rocker.
I carried my Guitar Hero guitar with me as I walked up and down Santa Monica Boulevard.

Some people brought their children along.
Even though all the web sites and forums say not to bring them.
Maybe some people don't get the news.
Maybe some just don't care and show the world to their kids.
Maybe that's a good thing.
I wonder if I ever have children what I would do.

A black woman walking the other way from me inches closer.
She gets close and starts playing my guitar.
I smile and nod.
At least she's having fun.

A man stands out in the crowd with a Jack O Lantern bag.
He's handing things out.
I go over and hold my hand out.
He gives me three condoms.
"Be safe tonight!" he says.
I wanted candy and I'm mildly disappointed.

I see myself in the mirror of a frame store.
I've painted myself and my beard in whiteface.
The opposite of blackface, which is considered racist.
I wonder if anyone else has this thought.

A white woman sees me and makes the sound of a guitar whammy bar.
"WEEEOOOOOOOW!" she exclaims.
I don't know what to say so I smile and nod as I walk off.
What a glorious night.
I'll never get bored with Halloween.

Monday, September 18, 2017


Mold again.
Either stop it,
Or let it consume you.

But there's no way to stop it,
A complete genocide of spores is impossible.
But I have plenty of bleach.

I have it on strong authority:
The strongest natural fibers in the universe,
Are Iranian chin, ear, and nose hairs.

Adamantium won't stand a chance.

I've tested this out,
On myself.
Laboratory specs be damned.
I cut myself on my own.
These hairs cut through me,
Razorebladed in lifetimes.

I embrace the complexity.
The stench of my armpits.
Smell it.
Au natarale.
For at least five minutes,
Until I'm dried.

Inhale the essence of man.

Dirty feet,
Testosterone pumping.

All in one small spot.
I call mine.

I guess it's time to clean the shower.

Wednesday, August 30, 2017


Social class?
Some bodies.
Doing nothing,
Until death comes.

Low class?
People with ambition.
No class?
Freedom from ambition.

Just human.
Trying to get by.
And follow dreams.
Make them a reality.

We all discriminate too.
We all discriminate you.

Nepotism leads to inbreeding.
Blood bonds.
Too bad,
It's all Pangea.

Never do anything,
And never make it very far.
Others get lucky,
And actually use potential.
But not you.

Others have been leeches.
Inheriting earth,
By the work of the meek.

Perceptions of power.
Without that perception...

Genetically engineered,
Brought up in family shadow.
But not a winner,
Either way.


There's class somewhere in there.
Try it.
You might like it.

Friday, August 18, 2017

Bad Poetry Day

Buy high,
Sell low.

Misery hates company.

Be an echo,
Not a voice.

Always forget.

Work nice,
And be hard on people.

Stupid is,
As Smart does.

Count the days,
Don't make the day count.

Keep it complex, stupid.

Be the same,
Not better.

Forget to smile.

Things get tougher,
When you get better.

Don't do.

Enjoy the big things in life.

Hard work never beats talent.
Because talent doesn't work hard.

Write sober,
Edit drunk.

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

World's Best Comedian

So once again:
I'm not a comedian.
Or a writer.

Even though,
It's all a joke written.

I remain the same.

And I have little need,
Of disapproval by you.

What I do need is a pen,
And some paper.
Maybe the new iMac.

Yes! That'll make me.
A better comedian.
My jokes will write themselves!

I guess nothing matters,
If everything is OK.
And there is no drama.

Monday, August 14, 2017


No more fighting.
Just joking.
Take the punch.

Was a caveman once.
Now I'm being primped,
Having to moisturize.

Enjoying the fight.
Reminds me of what I am.
A man.

My developed-monkey brain,
A brute.

A beast that fights,
To attack.
And flights,
When preyed.

Going against?
Without violence?
Fight with mind.

Which is stronger.
Either way,

Sunday, August 13, 2017

Looking Up

Wherever I may end up,
A path.
I must take it.
And continue.
A request?

Resiliency ingrained.
On ground.
Resistance by choice.
To fly away.

My choice.
Nature will provide.
And guide.


You opened up,
To me.
All your secrets.

Hidden lives,
The Hollywood demon.
I take to the grave.

I'm gone.


Dream together,

Better lives,
For everyone.

Opened up,
Our minds,
In the sand.
We kept warm.
While listening,
To gentle waves.

So beautiful.
In my mind?

Looking outside in.
No damage done.

A complete,
A Reversal.
Only partial.


For so long.

Take this curse,
From me.

The real me.


Saturday, August 12, 2017


Seems so wrong to not care,
But it seems I'm a real comedian.
When life is a joke,
And I'm the punchline.

Looking around...
Staring into a device.
All day.
And another device,
When I get home.

What's real is perception.
And the power it plays on mortal men and women.

The other side is just as boring.
Because it's false.
The side that's true is my side.
Just as the sun sets and the moon is already there waiting.
I'm awoke, ready to illuminate.

Friday, August 11, 2017


Your heart is gold,
and you wear it on your sleeve.

I can't believe I fell in love so quickly,
But let's be honest here.
It's easy for a man like me,
To love everything about a woman like you.

I don't know how long relationships last anymore,
Because of so much divorce and unloyalty.
But I know that as long as I breathe,
I'll dream of being in love with you.

Today is the most joy I've experienced,
Because I got to spend my time with you.
And all I wanna do is take care of you,
Physically, emotionally, spiritually, financially.
If that's all you want too.

I can't believe how such a black heart as myself,
Can feel this way, just on meeting you.

Your kindness, your loving grace.
It's all a man needs to feel appreciated.
And all a man wants is to make his woman
Feel secure and uninhibited around him.

We shared our tattoos, mine about being an outcast,
And yours about saving the world.
I loved you from the start.
I don't care about your past,
Because I want to be your future.

Peace and love.

Thursday, August 10, 2017


Congrats, I made it. I'm old.
I wasn't vain anyway.
But now, I don't have to worry about looking good. I can wear grey with pride. I earned it. And pop culture doesn't matter. Not that it ever did. I grew up with heavy metal and gangster rap. Now called metal and hip-hop.

I remember using lots of product in my hair as a teenager to try to impress my classmates.

Then I moved out of town, so a lot of good that did.

My name is Danny.
Old men go by Dan.
Will I ever grow the eff up?

Congrats, I'm old.

When I was younger,
I was a breast man.
As I've gained wisdom,
Breasts, Thighs, Legs, and Butt
Are all wonderful in their own way.

I'm always in the mood for chicken.

I'm old.

Next is The End. Maybe it'll be a new beginning.

Congrats, I made it. I'm old.

Cannot Be

I cannot be your lover anymore,
No matter how convenient,
It is to stay.

Can we treat each other like friends?
Are there things that can never be?

I wish things stayed the same,
The way I kept on for you.
Sorry I cannot say,
That our love held true.

There are things you need to know.
I've moved on and you should too.
I don't want to be committed anymore.

I'm sorry.

Can we treat each other like friends?
Are there things that can never be?

There are things you need to know.
I've moved on and you should too.
I don't want to be committed anymore.

I'm sorry.

I cannot be your lover anymore,
No matter how convenient,
It is to stay.

Sorry I cannot be,
The man you wanted me to be.

I'm not sorry.
That I'm not changing,
Who I am.
And always will be.

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

The Right Way

Everyone has an asshole,
And everyone has an opinion.

I get it.
You're right.
You're always right.

Does that make you feel any better?
About yourself?
Shut up!

I get it.
You're right.
You're always right.

There's only one way to do things.
Your way.
Thanks for your guidance.

I get it.
You're right.
You're always right.

Hey, what's that over there?
Look at that.
Now, I'm gone.

I get it.
You're right.
You're always right.

I can be a lazy piece of shit if I want to.
I'm arrogant and a bit of a show-off.
So what?

Piss off.
Ya cunts.

Tuesday, August 8, 2017


I plea for peace.
For myself, my friends, my family.
An Iranian-American is a metaphor.
For the destruction in the world coming to an end.

A Capulet and Montague putting differences aside.
Merging, knowing the differences.
And embracing the dissolution of anger.

I'm born in the United States,
But my soul belongs to Iran.
A two-sided coin,
Dr. Jeckylled and Mr. Hyded.
Without both sides,
The coin would not exist.
And neither would I.

Both sides are Dr. Jeckyll.
And I plea for peace!
Between all nations,
Seeking complete control.

Home is where my family lives,
My family is all over this world.
Most of the world, I've never been.

I'm only half a world away,
From seeing truth.
Too bad I can never go there,
Because of my big mouth.

Monday, August 7, 2017


So pure.
Government provided mind control,

But it's clear.

I have a glass a day.
On weekends I have 8 glasses of beer.
Which is water with extra taste.

Sometimes I have a bottle.
Of water, not beer.
Not too much bottled water though.
I remember 10 years ago,
Having to buy water for 10 cents.

It's as if someone said to themselves,
"What is plentiful and almost free,
That I can charge 10 times for?"

And they did it.
Dasani with their added minerals.
Fiji from Kentucky.
PUR with their activated charcoals.
Water in a Box.
Is everyone ignoring what it is, but me?

I thought we learned lessons of the past.
I guess not.
All this water,
And we're still doomed.

All I do is Hunger and Thirst.
Replenish myself.
Taste is for amateurs.

So Thirsty.
I need Replenishment.

Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Sad to See You Go

Now that you're gone,
I can forgive you.
Not that I ever wanted it,
Us to end.

It's that I was hurt,
Maybe we were both wrong,
And both too stubborn.
But our love remains strong.

You were right,
To stay away from me.
I would have fought you,
Win or Lose.

No more tears,
Or anger or regret.

I'm still sad to see you go.


Tuesday, May 9, 2017

My Best Friend

Maura is my best friend.
Yes, she is very attractive,
Beautiful, handsome, lovely.

She's a Star Wars fan,
And a social warrior.
I remember how we became friends.
At a political science class,
We had a 2 unit Santa Cruz mountain retreat.
She was wearing a bright red shirt and had a lip ring.
She was very outspoken too.

We were supposed to trade numbers,
With 2 people at the end of the retreat.
I ran up to her and got her number.
I said we'd go out I'd take her out to eat.

I asked her to marry me.
First time I'd ever asked a woman to marry me,
And she said no.

She's lovely, yes, and I tell her that all the time.
It's not me being charming, it's me being truthful.
She's beautiful inside and out.

We've never dated romantically though.
I think I just love her and don't want to hurt her,
Like I've done to so many women in my life.
Maura is my best friend.
I'll love her forever and nothing can change that.
The offer to get married still stands.

Monday, May 8, 2017


Standards come from having no standards.
Because of standardized culture.
It hurts the ones loved most,
Including the self.

But it can be overcome.

If freedom is available,
Be able to roam with happiness in your heart.
Because there shouldn’t be constraints involved.

Shaming others on unused ideals,
Is a misconception of uneducated beliefs.
A manmade perception,
To guilt others of pleasure.

A way of dealing with pain.
Too much pain needs relief.
Faith blinds the weak,
Because there is never freedom in it.

Be free to do as you please.
Not to settle for mediocrity,
Or to expect the unexpected,
Only the undefined is necessary.

Happiness is used as a means to an end,
And used by the disillusioned.
More than money or arrangements,
It's denial.

It's a counterfeit to the mind being truly stable.