what say ye of little faith? |
little puzzle of numbers and flesh. pink and tattered. like clouds after the rain, metaphors and bombshells notwithstanding.these days, like most days, the pieces arent fitting together quite right. i...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Feb 2009 13:33:00 GMT |
twiddle dee tweedle dum |
A distraction, a direction.
A misconception misconstrued and breathed into new meaning.
I cant force life into you, I cant tell you what you already see.
Kamikaze force like spider wings, enthr...
Posted by on Sun, 28 Dec 2008 00:48:00 GMT |
every choice as a political act |
In his book, in defense of food, Michael Pollan makes the argument that Americans as a people have lost touch with what it means to eat food. It seems like a rather broad generalization, but I think I...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Jul 2008 15:31:00 GMT |
teach me to speak in toungues |
We live these isolated lives. In front of computer screens and working jobs that bring us little to no fruit, our human interaction is limited and unsatisfying for the most part. This is true for mill...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Jul 2008 17:51:00 GMT |
you cry wet cemment |
jello bones fixed upon concrete, swivel sway like a tide that comes in too soon. dont bank on it, step up on it and weep into it. cause tears fill up behind your eyes faster than gas tanks these ...
Posted by on Sat, 28 Jun 2008 22:03:00 GMT |
clear fiber.. |
there is a fungus amoung us
who bleeds bright blue,
and spills semolina seeds on his way to the theater.
nothing will come of these,
no fruits of his efforts born
the sky is always greener
the sky is ...
Posted by on Sat, 17 May 2008 16:51:00 GMT |
i, just cant remember, january straight through december... |
waking up next to nothing... stealing time to make a point. butter on your asscheeks running so hard i cant keep up.. i cant understand your neglect. it makes me second guess my luck. are we her...
Posted by on Wed, 14 May 2008 18:01:00 GMT |
a natural anthem.. |
there is nothing poetic about it... there are people on people, laying in the warmth of your arms and my weight on your skin. its simple science and methodical? there are feelings and interjections he...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Apr 2008 22:37:00 GMT |
warp speed |
chitter chatter chatter
boxed up pretty matter
so much i cant much make without
a thought to call my own,
leading lives through stereoscope
picked up on radar waves
like Ocean dissipates in the eveni...
Posted by on Sun, 27 Apr 2008 21:31:00 GMT |
select, select// |
frozen like firemelting insidesloshy ashespart the black meadowsit by the red creeknameless headstoneserected in memory of, what?steel rain rejuvenates stolid spring bodieswith stretched out limbs and...
Posted by on Thu, 24 Apr 2008 23:16:00 GMT |
