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Yearbook Theory
Isaiah RubioRabbit Heart Publishing
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Rabbit Heart Publishing 2015
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Acknowledgements
I’d like to acknowledge getting into poetry class by the skin of my teeth. None of this would’ve been possible if I followed that voice telling me not to try crash the course.
Lee Herrick, for helping me believe in myself, consider pursuing poetry, and being there to guide.
Juan Guzman, for opening up my eyes to the concept of language, not context.
YouTube, for being the platform for content creators to create videos to help broke college students like me. Shout out to Sea Lemon in particular.
The craft of poetry, for the continual refining of my writing skills and making me more disciplined day after day.
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Contents:
Yearbook
I Believe.......................................................................1A Memory of My Father..............................................3Would You Like to Dance?...........................................4Two Paintings Encased in a Plastic Frame...................5Aloof.............................................................................6During Sacrament.........................................................7But I’d Like To.............................................................8Untitled Prompt #14...................................................10Camping.....................................................................11Records.......................................................................13
Theory
My Life as Eraserhead................................................17Charles Bukowski Stopped By House One Time.......19David Lynch is My Homeboy....................................20When We Travel Out of Space...................................22Microcosmos..............................................................24
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YEARBOOK
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I Believe
I believe that intelligence was
and will continue to be eternal.
At their very cores, I believe
most people are good. I am a firm believer
in correct principles rather than social mores.
To truly win in life, is to spend time with those you love.
But that is not a belief. That is truth.
If you really want to change the world,
you best believe you teach those little brats
about your own set of ideals.
When we sincerely serve others, I believe
we sincerely serve ourselves. I believe in Pizza,
and the happiness it brings to the world.
I also believe that there’s nothing better
than a comfy warm nap. I believe that if a dog learns
to climb the chain link fence, you should be scared.
I believe Morrissey when he made me realize
that some girls are bigger than others.
I believe that those who tend to be mute
are some of the best people you should get to know.
I believe in silence, and the clarity we receive
if we allow it envelope us. I believe
that someday
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I’ll be able to combine emotions and moments
with the scalpel edge of language to create
what we call poetry.
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A Memory of My Father
The green metal door opens
disrupting the basic lesson
on subjects and predicates.
A large, strong figure
looks for me
under that door frame.
We lock eyes. Confused.
Pops is here
on my birthday.
From my wobbly desk
I walk to him,
and reach out to him.
I embrace his blackened arms.
Motor oil, grease,
and Fast Orange
note his dingy uniform.
“It’s a surprise.” he says,
when we get into that rusted white Oldsmobile.
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Would You Like to Dance?
My right hand rests on the vale called your waist.
Offbeat we two step like drunks
in a stupor. Behind red lipstick your crooked teeth bare
and your eyes hide themselves
in the folds of your smiling brow.
I should keep learning more about you
but 3 minutes is not enough.
I am quick to jump, palms perspire. I want to vomit
either on you, me, or the hardwood floor. Instead Idivulge
Let me take you out sometime this week.
Giving me your number, seemed too easy for you,
just know I was shaking internally.
To the edge of the floor, I made my way.
I sat in one copper plated chair, ignorant
of the pulsating heartbeat. Of mine or the music,
I don’t know, but for a brief moment I realized
This is not the beginning of the end.
I look at you with your friends for a second or two
until I realized I had better things to do
like taking the edge off. I took water from the orange jug and downed a pint from that Styrofoam cup.
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Two Paintings Encased in a Plastic Frame
MC Bat Commander preserves
a more priceless piece:
A watercolor
given at the wind down of high school.
She listened to Hateful Abandoned
and didn’t skimp on the blood.
But like pigment
on paper, eventually
it dries out, then leaves a stain.
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Aloof
By his side, she prayed the hamburgers and fries shemade
were good enough, and that he wouldn’t take offence
for wasting his time with such a disrespectful
dinner. He strained himself all day sweating in thevalley heat.
So why couldn’t she get through her thick little skull
that a decent meal be made? And why were the blocks,
Legos, cars, dolls, and crayons still on the floor?
A man should be proud to walk in his own home
that he paid for, and not have to worry about aharrowing mess.
With a case of Coors Light and a pack of Marlboros,
he’d sit in front of the T.V., watching the Giants
lose another game. Everyday he’d pray
that he was far from this life, his wife, and children.
Through glassy eyes, he watched the game,
and slugged down his ninth beer.
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During Sacrament
As I sit in Sacrament silence,
the spirit is said to dwell here.
I have heard its whisper once
or twice. Maybe it was it just me.
The young Deacon, thirteen,
stretches out the body of Christ
in the aluminum tray for my family.
Nervous eyes scan, quivering
hands, he has no idea
why he does this. Yet I partake an edge
of Wonder bread, spongy, light as air.
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But I’d Like To
I’ve never been able to
work out and diet
with discipline and perfection
to become the most jacked bro
you’ve ever seen
but I’d like to.
I’ve never been able to
walk into an H&M and buy
one of those slim fit black tee
that’d fit perfectly
but I’d like to.
I’ve never been able to
pick up women with charm
and tricks and take them
back to my place and use them
but I’d like to.
I’ve never been able to
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get drunk – plastered –
experience debauchery
and live off a few hours of sleep
with a hammering hangover
but I’d like to.
I’ve never been able to
put on a crisp white pointed collar
shirt with a Penguin tie and slave
as a pencil pusher,
and live the dream
but I’d like to
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Untitled Prompt # 14
“…and Ammaron said unto me: I perceive that thou art a sober child, and art quick to observe;”
—The Book of Mormon 1:2
Infinite summers
have ended in the Valley
as angry clouds cleanse
the smog and pollution
and bring a newfound hope
to those of us, those like me,
who tire from the yoke
bearing down, beating down.
The heat too intense. But to quell
The thirst inside floods my lungs,
drowning the clay from whence
I came, and turned it into mud.
Greg saw me drowning
and comforted me, requesting:
When you get home,
read “The Book of Mormon”,
chapter one. Particularly, verse two.
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Camping
All day on my mind,
bustas out there steezing while I gotta go
camp outside. Wish I had the hookup
for a pair of Nike
Dunks. 11 pm—
Everything’s closed. It’s starting to get cold
out here.
Four people ahead of me. One homeboy wears
Green Bay on his beanie. I peep his feet. Damn
those are dope
Hurraches. Buttery blue suede, white mid,
grey tab—
I can’t believe he has those! My game? One word:
joke. I could never afford anything that dope.
Well,
Kangols maybe but that’s so 80’s. If I go to Foot
Locker,
Lebrons go for 250. The temperature dropped,
midnight has come. Forrest green folding chair
my only comfort this
night. 9 more hours ‘till this board shop
opens. Open, open, open. It’ll be a couple hours whenmore
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people show up. Oh god, here are the resellers.
“Quit ruining it for the rest of us,” I’d like to spew butit’s just business.
Rats they are; nobody likes them. Down the line I seethe red Ragin Bulls Jordan V’s “Yo,
super sick, bro.” He nods, he’s not a hypebeast. Life ofan addict.
Things like this never end. I’ve dropped so much money it’s
ugly. When my folks found out I dropped 500 for apair of Air Force 1’s my dad’s face,
very intense. Scolding of a lifetime, they threatened tokick me out and take my
wallet. Good thing they never found out about thoselimited edition
X-Men Bapes. I got a pair of Cyclops on ice. When Iget these sneakers, it’ll be the
zenith of my collection. Now if only I can brave therest of the night.
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Records
In two banana boxes,
hold around 100
12.375 inch cardboard squares.
Abbey Road and Are You Experienced?.
The first and second albums you bought,
taught you to never pay the book price
ever.
Dopesmoker,
Sativa, limited to 3000 copies.
One track.
A plodding mammoth
that challenges the listener’s patience.
For one hour and ten minutes,
you know what it’s like
to be a stoner.
Dømkirke
Bought on a whim
because you were curious
what was behind that blue cover.
You learned what it was like
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to have drone tones hug you
when you traveled
to a new sonic dimension.
One of the Boys
Became a guilty pleasure
because if anybody found out
you loved pop music,
that would go against everything
you preached so vehemently.
The Fame Monster
Taught you the value
of patience.
When you have the opportunity
to buy it four years later,
you take it.
2112,
A work of art.
“Everything that’s ten bucks,
I’ll sell it to you for five,”
said the chubby guy.
So you gleefully bought 12 others
in that little shop in Tennessee.
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Panic!
A live record the hipsters never bothered.
Bootlegged from Deutschland,
the green screen-print ink still tacky
from a press god knows where.
With a grocery bag in hand,
you take out a couple new pieces
now added to your collection.
You pick one. Slip it out of the sleeves,
careful not to neglect one movement
because you know the dangers
of a scratched record. Take the black plate,
place it on the pad. Press play
and turn up the volume. Lay down
on your twin bed. Now be quiet
and prepare to listen.
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THEORY
My Life as Eraserhead
One must always hydrate
at the Empire Polo Club.
I learned this when I broke the covenant
I had with the bearing sun when I puked
in the mosh pit while Megadeth thrashed
away in the oven called Palm Springs
Hit on by two fat women,
I feared for my life
on the corner of Cedar and Shaw.
Short shorts, tank tops,
dimpled legs,
tits bulging out,
my fate sealed like Zeus
to Titan Cronus.
6th grade GATE student.
I fought that pale Irish kid.
That bearded bastard sucker punched me
while I was taking bites of my cold pizza.
But I got in a few good shots
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before long legged Mr. Bush
budged right in.
I never fought back for honor,
I just did it to entertain.
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Charles Bukowski Stopped By
My House One Time
Chuck walked past the screen door,
and into my living room. His glazed eyes stared
at me as he
took a sip from his glass
bottle of wine.
Slowly taking a drag from his cigarette,
Crater Face asked,
“Hey babe, you got any more booze?”
“No.” And for a second I actually thought
he’d reply,
but he walked back to the front door
outside.
“Well, shit,”
he said, walking down the patio steps.
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David Lynch is My Homeboy
Reading the Family Bible
clock ticking down for the time
when homeboy Lynch picks me up
in his jet black El Camino.
Don’t ask what year, but I can tell you
I’m tripping out, and the blood is rushing
in my body. Honk-honk. I shut the Bible
then scope out the window. Oh!
Homeboy limps to the door. David knocks twice.
I grab my wallet. We hop in, well, I hop in
that El Camino where David has an album
of songs dedicated to the sounds
of the hidden grotto out at Woodward park.
“It’s pretty legit,” he says. “It deals
with the matters of the flesh. No. not really.”
Cruising along Blackstone,
the popo out of sight. Potholes and potholes
and potholes and potholes from last nights “drizzle”,
the weatherman explained. It’s cool,
we enjoy the crappy hydraulics
as he turns up the beats. Hissing white noise
mostly take up the tape. He’s enjoying himself.
I’m looking at the faces on the sidewalk
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as the album of the year
litters down the block. “Bro, I need a sweater,”
as I realize what I needed before the next storm
rolled in. “Yeah, man. I feel you.
Let’s go to the Orchard Supply
and grab a few Carhartts. While we’re at it,
we can get some Little Caesar’s.”
David’s hair wisps in the Fresno air
while I start daydreaming, nodding to the beat.
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When We Travel Out of Space
I cannot see his face
as he takes my hand,
when we travel out of space.
“Wake up!” he rocks me, calmly states, “And brace
yourself.” Eyes groggy in muddled darkness,
I cannot see his face.
Groggy and streaming of mind, “Do I have time to lace
up and get ready?” “You won’t need them”, he says,
“when we travel out of space.”
Transfigured, full of light, I cannot help but trust hisgrace.
Intelligent and familiar, who is this man? But still,
I cannot see his face.
In a moment, faster than light, we keep our pace.
New colors, spectrums, I feel my new life divine
when we travel out of space.
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We stop on a whole new planet. He smiles and makesthis case:
“You’re home now.” and I humbly smirk and accept
I cannot see his face,
when we travel out of space.
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Microcosmos
Who is not to say that the atoms
in our cells
do their own dance
in their own time.
Living their own lives.
What, then, makes us different,
doing our own dance,
in our own time?
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Isaiah Rubio was born in Fresno, California and is pursuing two degrees in English and Communications. That is the plan at the moment. His go to quotes are “I have no idea what I’m doing” and “spaghetti” (Not an actual quote used). Although quiet and reserved, he does this out of respect for others who do not understand his affinity for absurdist art and surreal humour. When he is not singing to his dog or to himself, he sits in a chair and stares at a corner until he finds something interesting to do, like writing.