Thursday, March 3, 2011
just keep my knives sharp and my knowledge keen
Posted 10:49 PM
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
lengthy strides in
seemingly random direction
no longer asking any stupid questions
a linear plane to slide on top of
i'd really like to get to know you
but not tonight, dear. lost inside a bottle
some reputable men sent me this way
functioning on a tenet of pure temptation
guise of monsters
i'm smiling because nothing matters
Posted 12:01 PM
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
dreams fascinate me because i don't have them.
Posted 7:28 PM
Monday, September 27, 2010
i said something like
tell me about it, bud
before he even opened his mouth
a small eternity had already passed
i knew what he was going to say
i knew what we would always say
nothin' really changes too much
his mouth formed a sound, finally
pull the bar back down a tad
when sawdust becomes like stardust
Posted 1:08 PM
Thursday, September 16, 2010
journies of the quantifiable,
bored musings not even worth recording.
like having one's arm tied maybe
the audacious spirit
writhing away somewhere.
or hiding in some long shadows
and the past lives on.
just floating around, incoherent.
like a mean, dumb specter
Posted 5:27 PM
Sunday, September 12, 2010
when the weight grows too great for tired backs and quiet dispositions
Posted 1:24 PM
Sunday, August 22, 2010
there's a fruit fly
in my whiskey glass
while you sit there
sharpening your nails to points
smiling
i drink the whiskey
Posted 4:19 PM
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
she only reads french poetry
Posted 10:47 AM
Sunday, July 4, 2010
and i stayed up!
watching pornos,
and the sun rise.
Posted 7:31 AM
Monday, February 15, 2010
ain't far now, kiddo.
Posted 11:20 AM
Sunday, November 15, 2009
But if we are steadfast/
guts and glory.
IMPORTANCE IS
JUST A MATTER
OF PERSPECTIVE
Posted 4:50 PM
Thursday, November 5, 2009
all of them behaving
the way we should.
like
sharks meandering,
in random direction.
i can last for centuries
hanging on like this.
ribs protruding out
of the water,
like the bottom
of an overturned ship.
Posted 11:20 AM
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
fingers slide across
skin, surfaces
underbred, overprivileged
i can't stand you
a sun behind your head
a halo, ghostly
superseded again
teeth fall out / spine melt
i'm
not saying goodbye
mother
Posted 11:46 AM
Thursday, September 17, 2009
ambassadors,
shedding
the kid came at me:
soft creeping with
the arms raised
in a back and forth
dance creep step, slow
you know the kind,
old horror film
the little fucker
loved every second
trying to scare me
grinning his little
halloween face
Posted 9:23 PM
Saturday, September 5, 2009
i didn't really want any onions
but i chopped some up anyway
and threw them all over
the meat frying up
it feels like i'm preparing
something, doing
something good. something
you're supposed to do
Posted 6:23 PM
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Sometimes you have to throw yourself into the wolves. Just close your eyes or smile a little bit.
Posted 7:57 PM
Thursday, May 7, 2009
individual flakes of wood
all glued together, pressed;
forming something new.
bordom and embarassment
realizing you're just waving
at yourself.
there has been a significant
loss of quite a few years.
hidden under a thick layer.
imagine walking through heavy
forest. thick wet undergrowth.
legs brushing against ferns.
i live with a small predator,
whom i feed daily.
she knows to look at my face.
i haven't slept since august.
sky growing heavy,
and the moss is cold underfoot.
there are too many people here.
impossible to be noticed.
"hello" i wave. dust flies everywhere.
Posted 11:41 AM
Friday, March 6, 2009
an old coffee can
full of nails
in the garage
i keep shoving
cigarettes under the
bathroom door
and it makes you
laugh
Posted 8:55 AM
Friday, December 5, 2008
cowardice and
or consequence
neither seem to have
much tenure
that old wood
trimmed with
old brass that
was too cold to
touch - i found you
just laying there
that night
it was so cold
tiny subsystems
artifacts of old love
Posted 12:58 AM
Monday, November 10, 2008
a bird in a shoebox,
carried through the woods.
digging under rocks.
collecting found ribbons,
and metal pieces
in gutters.
not so hidden fort,
tied with twine and
tree branches; stump chair.
he does all this,
because he is just a boy.
Posted 12:48 PM
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