Entry into Dani's Journal |
Im a child of the 70s. I am able to grow a beard&I remember men that would drink beer, fix cars, play ball with their sons, love their wives, ogle the neighbors and return to middle management jobs...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Jan 2005 04:53:00 GMT |
Sheriff of Ramshackle Village |
thus this ramshackle village here heard a herring hearing there is a new sheriff in town! watch me drink a drunk down to the clouded crowded bar of song and eat my truth of rice bowls and swollen b...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Jan 2005 04:48:00 GMT |
Synapse |
Resting upon this crest of
Crept up leaning towers of waters
We prepare to take the Eucharist &
Arrest in us the blood body mind of
Soulful wishing glancing sideways
To see him revered awaiting
...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Jan 2005 04:45:00 GMT |
arrested and unedited, from the upcoming book..."his novella" |
Push play. Climb churches and with reverence understand that still photography can capture the most ugly and beautiful of moments that stand still between his moments of forgetfulness and ambiguity. ...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Nov 2004 17:14:00 GMT |
Steven, my bezst friend& |
Steven, my bezst friend&
Words or what?
Like Im caught or
Trapped or trapped worthless in room
103
Feeling foolish words lf love
& hate
Wanting to go home outside
In
Back to front
Love and the s...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Nov 2004 16:59:00 GMT |
im your pusher... |
...interpalate the market outdoor shanty town drown the excuses of wallstreet beats and clicks that move so much invisibility chicago! new york! find yourself buying fruit from the mamas in kinsha...
Posted by on Fri, 01 Oct 2004 19:39:00 GMT |
while living in the sonoma county vineyards |
...two am and the crickets are sleeping birds still sing and the moon looks wounded the chik chik chik of the sprinklers count the vineyard rows dogs howl wolves sleep and i create my own constellatio...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Sep 2004 03:09:00 GMT |
Nine-Eleven and My Dad, I guess, I've no idea, Fuck: |
...persistant in my immaculate misconception of post modernistic dredging and flooding littered words teaching thank yous and no more apologies my father's vasectomy was incomplete and replete my suns...
Posted by on Sat, 11 Sep 2004 22:16:00 GMT |
symmetry |
...the secret of the symmetry between moon and angel is held in the triangle of sky you carry every day. algorithms biorythms calculus and fuzzy math cannot configure the formulaic response of measure...
Posted by on Thu, 27 May 2004 13:33:00 GMT |
