Diversity University [Pt. II]

Part II: DivErsity UniversiTy
11/18/09



“Ultra-Fine Optometrics (U.F.O.)”

Do ‘they’ exist? i have seen ‘them’ with my own eyes
Not a landing- no ‘alien encounter’- just distant lights
Alighting light-years away- three dots; swiftly
A flash-zoom in between each- energy from drifting?
Living beings sailing on a far-out sun’s light?
Is it something else? perhaps our future fusion technology?
Entering our galaxy temporarily- less than seconds in sight
Nimble leaps through space; predicting, intercepting chronology
Snapping photographs, catching us up- are ‘they,’ too, on film?
Laughing uncomfortably as we ‘jokingly’ ‘jab’ each other heartlessly?
Inhaling deeply- sighing- as ‘they’ watch u.s. kill our own ilk
Exhaling shortly- tired of speaking with no one listening...



“Deportation #3”

i wrote all of this down in black and white already
i don’t understand why my hands- still- are unsteady
i’ve slept, i’ve eaten- i’ve even tried mental treatment
drugs that bring me down- numb me- Abilify for uneasement
i’ve tried it all- overdosed, too- nothing seems to be working
every time i see what’s out there, i can feel my hand begin jerking
i wonder- silently, of course- whether any of this is worth it
if, after all these evaluations, my family sees i’m home yet
from the sound of it all it doesn’t seem like they do
that’s why they don’t understand- why i’m sharing with you
instead of them- my family- now will they believe i’m an alien
or at least finally accept my reasons for feeling like one of ‘them’?



“To ‘Win’ Your Love (Back)”

to win your love, i would give anything
if it’s money you want, i guess i’d steal everything
all the ‘time’ and ‘money’- whatever it takes-
to come home to family, finally shaking these shakes
brought on by ridiculous concerns far beyond me
as you’re finally reading through this, what do you see?
how much should i pay you to become your son again?
How much time will you waste on a diagnosis? it’s been..
and gone... done. i’m at least as sane as you are- maybe more-
to prove a point i quit my job- does it matter that i’m now poor?
i don’t have to be- i could work- i won’t be poor for long
a free evaluation, release- i learned how to write a song
so now, i guess, i’ll waste a little bit of my ‘time’ making ‘money’
but when the time’s gone and money’s spent, i hope to come home, free
to win your love, i will give everything
and- if it happens that i have to- steal anything



“A.L.I.E.N. (Amicable Liar Intent [on] Evolving Niceness)”

alone, lost, irritated- entering nothingness- intertwined
noting pointlessly that needles puncture- words meant to hurt
harm horribly everyone within hearing distance; watching
waiting or whisking by- they see your tone, ‘tune’
tuned in to an angry ego, tuning out
from the uncomfortable glances and stares...
no, you’re right, they shouldn’t be looking..
but how do you suppose they can help it?
you’re the one not keeping it together out in public
every time you accuse me of yelling, so i raise my voice
... just because it’s louder than usual- i normally whisper
wanting you to hear only how gentle i’m being
sound logic: no ‘time,’ ‘money’ (but slowly getting there...)
utilizing a talent you may never fully comprehend..