a day’s work |
Cramping agony. Minitiature text you couldn't squint at. Repetition. INPUT/OUTPUT CONFUSION Data entries you can take to the bank. Zero's and One's hover; a noisy cloud of bees. We are poured together...
Posted by on Sun, 17 Feb 2008 20:31:00 GMT |
cursive |
reinvent natureorganically organizedbreadth is power
spanning centuries,our ceremoniesdiverse ambitioncarries us:not necessarily aheadbut:necessarily away
whose travels?can be understoodin terms of di...
Posted by on Thu, 14 Feb 2008 10:00:00 GMT |
Secrets |
Listen to the sounds around us. Our own stupid words form and congest; mucus to be dealt with. Blow into a tissue? No, I promote passive agression. Hoard thoughts as if they had value. ...
Posted by on Fri, 21 Dec 2007 15:06:00 GMT |
fiber optic |
Forbearance,
All we keep inside; villified. Our collections of multiplied waste. The permanence of glue on a stamp. Informed infection corrodes away gummed-up openings to a reality perverse with ...
Posted by on Thu, 20 Dec 2007 09:18:00 GMT |
From Inside a Vortex |
Vortex 1 (Airport Mesa)
How emotional an ascent, bringing me up a staircase whose age is as exponentially heightened as my awareness, my footings, my breathing. Without hesitation i find myself peerin...
Posted by on Fri, 12 Jan 2007 21:45:00 GMT |
Alright, everybody. |
I'm on the highway. And i'm hurtling toward the future in an upholstered tin can. Everything glows the swirling violet which i understand to be black. A solid line protects me on my one side, while a ...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Jan 2007 14:48:00 GMT |
FOUL |
Having laid possibly the most phallic poop of my life, i regarded the bowl and its contents as purposive of smurky humor. Simultaneously, i wished to joke about fucking myself in the ass, and lacked t...
Posted by on Sun, 13 Aug 2006 15:31:00 GMT |
Princess Abscess VIII |
Wear comfortable shoes; we'll be walking indefinitely towards a reputable future. There is no time for detours, or rather: this life is built of nothing but detours, all strung together in a nat...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Aug 2006 15:00:00 GMT |
Calcified |
And afterwards, I could have pheonetically spelled the embarassed laughter i had spent years composing for you.
What a shock, to be kicked off of one's own team. I would have made jerseys, ...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Jul 2006 21:21:00 GMT |
molten melt |
Sliced open: skin can only begin to contain the pulpy strength we keep inside. We thoughtlessly rely on the durability of our dimpled film, but are we overestimating? Genuine leather, bound tight; but...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Jul 2006 20:14:00 GMT |
