Thoughts on originality... |
The saddest thing about life these daysis that none of our stories really matter.Even extraordinary circumstances ofliberation, independence, escape, and triumphare all just repetitions modeled after ...
Posted by on Sat, 28 Mar 2009 14:36:00 GMT |
Tow me away |
songs that no one else can hearcling to my skinlike sweat in a humid cityas I sit alone in my carthe tow truck manchews a day old cigaras he hums a old hymnand locks the chains around my wheelsopen ey...
Posted by on Sat, 28 Mar 2009 13:42:00 GMT |
where the fuck am i |
I don't know where I amlost in this place in betweena place where one year agoI wanted nothing morethan to be aloneI guess you get what you ask forjust not when you want itI don't know where I've ende...
Posted by on Sat, 27 Sep 2008 00:32:00 GMT |
No... I’m fine, Honey. |
there was something I was excited aboutbut I forget what it wassomething that made me smilefor the first time todayI ate too much fried fish last nightand drank too much vodka and pomegranate juice an...
Posted by on Mon, 18 Aug 2008 19:30:00 GMT |
damned thing |
this damned thing hasn't been touchedit sat melting like the ice cubethat slips through your drunken handand lays on the floorbatted around by the curious catand slipped on later in the darkThe damned...
Posted by on Sat, 16 Aug 2008 18:08:00 GMT |
Some Days |
there are some daysthat I want to crywhen I see thebeard manchild eyetelescopeplanet formedbone muscle tissuelight reflectsoft touchkiss spitafternoon lovethat exists all the timebut I look past or th...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Mar 2008 09:16:00 GMT |
Envy the days |
I envy the dayswhen men fought in back alleysinstead of pulling cheap pitolsor cell phoneswith pigs on speed dialI want to feela fist on my cheek boneand the sweat flying aroundas my knees and elbowsm...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Feb 2008 09:57:00 GMT |
Does a Typewriter Dream? |
does a typewriterdream of poetry?does the machine dreamof the steamand the energyand the movement?does my typewriterdream of me?When it is locked awayin it's cold black boxwaiting to be resurrectedspi...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Feb 2008 10:58:00 GMT |
average mutations |
The exaggerationof human geneshappens over theorders ofwhopper sandwichesBranded like dogsuntil this allseems more like aexperimentthan real lifebeing average these daysis the only way to be extraordi...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Feb 2008 10:17:00 GMT |
THE MORNING AFTER |
cold eyeshadowside looked at methrough the teethdown the stomachshot throughtunnels and holesbubbles upovercominguntil I forgeteverythingagainCold eyeshadowside looked through methis timelike a mirror...
Posted by on Mon, 21 Jan 2008 10:30:00 GMT |
