henderson moore blumer

tribulations of ocular augmentation..

i can't read you.but you're still sitting thereengineering a conversationbecause i'm not so talkative todayin facti'd rather not speakyour refined oratory skills float termsand phrasesinto a story i c...
Posted by henderson moore blumer on Sun, 29 Jul 2007 10:03:00 PST

a night of top gun themes and wet sleeping bags and singing humanities

it's very nice of youto stop byi appreciate your consistant courtesythat was so missed for those last weeksthere is a want and a wishno longer proper in your midstand it's very hard to sleepsome night...
Posted by henderson moore blumer on Sun, 22 Jul 2007 09:42:00 PST

float...float

with a piece of driftwood my ship,the palm of my hand a mapmy, my choatic and hipnavigating of the land of mishapancient thought builds the firea constant flame to never tire.all to find the antiinfer...
Posted by henderson moore blumer on Sun, 17 Jun 2007 11:00:00 PST

theatrical staging of a post modern orator from the great posing of communist collaborators

the same deemed fauxbrainwaves in cerebral locklookin throughlookin backthat girl deserved itand wanted itnowtimespeedswithnolawsthe season spans over yearssongs sang in jubilationoh deary dearyothers...
Posted by henderson moore blumer on Fri, 26 Jan 2007 04:32:00 PST

the safe bet

sitting along on the piece of woodmaybe a plank or maybe driftingeither way it doesn't look to goodeither way i come up wishingoh. all along i think i knew.more than twice i toldthis cross was split i...
Posted by henderson moore blumer on Wed, 17 Jan 2007 08:10:00 PST

it's possible you should never read this, maybe. maybe i don't want you to.

the necessity of this is apparent.not for you, never for younothing else is for youbut i need this.i need to take something for once.because i waited for a third time my dear,and now as you should kno...
Posted by henderson moore blumer on Wed, 17 Jan 2007 05:34:00 PST

a bright, cold tuesday

my feet say i feel heaviermy eyes say i look olderthese bones feel more pressurethan everwith every stepwhile her cigarettecries ashesand sighs such smokecovering the eyes i fell forlet me, let mestop...
Posted by henderson moore blumer on Wed, 10 Jan 2007 04:59:00 PST

as sure as hell and heaven

are our future homeslet me tell youif ever there was a truthand a liethese are themno chance to run from theseno party to escape tono funeral of drink and drugsno refuse of empty bottlesthough i've na...
Posted by henderson moore blumer on Sun, 07 Jan 2007 02:42:00 PST

A Walk, A Sail [unrevised]

A Walk, A Sail Walking releases my cares in the physical world. Whenever one emotion is built up too strongly within me I pass through the physical portal of my doorway into a spiritual realm. Every ...
Posted by henderson moore blumer on Tue, 19 Dec 2006 05:00:00 PST

so...remember that one time (on a football field, in a room, a resturaunt, and my ap lit class

i am popularly culturedenough to be a highly refined piratewell studied and thouroughly readto dress like a homeless persona cowboy, a captaina prep school boy, a rich girl's toywith enough tweed, tie...
Posted by henderson moore blumer on Wed, 29 Nov 2006 05:51:00 PST